The Prescription Playboy. Grayson Reyes-Cole

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      “God, I don’t know if I’m up for all of this,” Gina huffed as she and Huntington headed to her office with afternoon lattes.

      “If you say so. But, if anybody asks me, I’ll say Gina Morrow lives for this sort of thing.”

      Gina winked at her with a sly smile.

      A lot larger than Huntington’s, Gina’s office had a picturesque view of the retention pond behind the building. There were majestic egrets standing in the lush grass, bathing in the afternoon sun. Very soft, almost indiscernible jazz was piped in from somewhere in the room. Huntington sank into the soft, leather chair across from Gina and sighed. The office was also redolent with aromatic potted plants and potpourri. There were wall hangings and feathered lamps and… It exuded Gina.

      Hunny scrunched up her face. “Can we talk about something?”

      “Sure.” Gina looked up from the galleys she had placed on her desk.

      “It’s about your boss.”

      “Of course it is.”

      “Does he listen? I mean does he listen?”

      “Hunny, you’ve worked with him before today, just not face to face. I think you know he does.”

      “So when I tell him I’m sales now, not production, how come he demands that I be production?”

      “Because you’re the best.”

      Huntington huffed.

      Gina chuckled. “Any more questions?”

      “Why do I have to stay here?”

      “Well, I don’t understand, sweetheart. When he asked if you thought you should stay, you said yes. Why’d you do that?”

      “Because this job is going to require much more damage control than any I’ve worked on in years. Because I want to make sure I get ahead of problems before they arise. Because I want to implement some changes as quickly as possible. Because I want to keep an eye on him—”

      “So why are we talking about this?”

      Huntington put a hand over her eyes and shook her head.

      “I did talk to Kevin before I ran into you.” Gina settled back in her chair and gestured for Hunny to review the mock-ups on her desk as well. “He’d like us to go over some things while he’s out of the office the rest of the day.”

      “He’s out of the office?”

      Gina nodded.

      “For the rest of the day?”

      Gina nodded again. Huntington should have known. He probably ran right over to Tim Morris’s house. The thought made her doubly angry. Even his lawyer didn’t work in the office, which was testimony to the fact he didn’t truly need people onsite to get work done. Kevin had made certain her goal of making this Tampa visit quick and painless was nothing more than a pipe dream.

      A week at the most, that’s what she’d told herself. Now, no matter how much she wanted that to be the case, her intuition told her she was going to be around much longer. Weekends.

      Unbidden, his smile flashed behind her eyelids. Wow. The man had a fantastic smile. Full sculpted lips, straight white teeth. That intriguing sliver of a gap. That potent, almost animal, sexuality. Huntington shook off the image. That’s probably where it started with Nicky. She couldn’t believe she was being such an idiot. Maybe her mother was right…she needed a boyfriend. Perish the thought.

      “Yep, he had something to take care of today. But, that’s all right, like I said, we already discussed what you’re going to present at the board meeting on Wednesday. So, you and I can go over some things without him.” Gina leaned over and pulled a notepad out of a drawer in her desk.

      “Excellent,” Huntington answered finally feeling some of her old control and sense returning. Time to forget what had transpired earlier. After she was around him a bit more, she’d get past the looks and remember that this man was nothing more than a heartbreaker. One of those in her life had been enough.

      After a moment, Hunny noticed Gina staring at her. It took only a second to realize the woman was staring at the coffee stained jacket Hunny wore, mainly because she’d felt next to naked while she met with Kevin earlier that day. Sad to say, she obviously hadn’t realized just how ridiculous the jacket looked. Hunny offered bashfully, “I spilled coffee on my jacket this morning, I’m sorry for looking such a mess.”

      “Oh girl, you’re fine.” Gina smiled warmly. “If you wanna wear breakfast tomorrow, I’m okay with that, too.”

      “Very funny.” Huntington snipped, noticing how amused Gina Morrow appeared. Come to think of it, Gina had been tickled, it seemed, the whole time they’d been chatting. Huntington wondered absently just what had been so humorous. For a fleeting moment, she wondered if Carter had said something about meeting her. Gina stood and sauntered over to the credenza. She retrieved a tin of cookies and sat it on the desk between her and Hunny. She bit into buttery shortbread and marked the galleys she approved. “He said something about meeting tomorrow. Did Mr. Carter tell you he wanted to get together?”

      “Oh, please, Hunny. Don’t ever call him that. Kevin will do. No one around here calls him Mr. Carter. But, no, he said he’d rather see you again for dinner this evening. I already made reservations at Café Firelli. I hope you don’t mind.”

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