“You could’ve stayed in Pittsburgh and finished whatever or whomever you were doing. You didn’t have to leave before your scheduled time,” I said, crossing my legs, sitting back in my chair, and steepling my fingers over my lips like he always did.

He smirked at me imitating him and pulled my chair closer to him. Licking his lips, he looked at me intensely and said, “Oh, baby. I’m where I want to be and with whom I’d rather be doing. You got that?”

My God, he smells so good...

“Toast?” Carmen asked. We all raised our glasses as she toasted, “To being happy and free and having great friendship.”

“And being a great president, who I trust can handle any position,” Mr. Sexy added, piercing me with his lovely eyes.

We clinked our glasses and proceeded to drink.

“So how do I drink this?” Mr. Sexy asked me, referring to the Perfect Angel.

“Watch me; it’s all about the proper position,” I said flirtatiously. Since you want it dirty—dirtay—I’...

I dropped Gabi off at school and headed over to the office. When I got there, it was 8:48 a.m., and everyone was in a meeting that I had conveniently not been informed of. All relevant personnel from both practices were gathered, including Zach, who scowled me as I walked in.

“Lateness will not be tolerated. That goes for executives as well. Explain why you finally decided to bless us with your presence forty-eight minutes late, Ms. Winterfield.” 

Attitude, huh? I’m the one who should...