Hmmm…blaming two margaritas for this. Hope you enjoy. :)
“I think tonight turned out very well,” Mary hummed, unclasping her earrings as she slid out of her heels. “Don’t you?”
“Hmmm,” he muttered to himself, avoiding her eyes as he tried to loosen his tie, finding it a further source of frustration rather than the distraction he needed.
“This account would appear to be in the bag, so to speak,” she continued, seemingly oblivious to his foul temper as she worked her way out of her dress and began to tug pins from her hair. “Congratulations are in order.”
“To whom?” he shot back, turning on her quickly. “Me or you?”
She froze where she stood, her hair falling haphazardly half-way down her neck.
“To you, of course,” she returned, eyeing him closely. “Who else? You’re the one who has put in countless hours trying to lock in this client. I was just there tonight to support you.”
He chuckled bitterly, his mouth still tasting of expensive bourbon as he stepped in her direction.
“I don’t think Mr. Thornton even knew I was at the table,” he observed, opening his hands. “His eyes never left you or that bloody red dress the entire evening.”
Her brow went up half-cocked.
Good lord that was amazing.