He’s reviewing the research I submitted earlier today, and he looks distracted as he glances at me from across his desk and asks me to pull up the Alcore proposal again. Did I let my own personal prejudices and confusing feelings keep me from learning all that I can, from the best man I could possibly learn it from? Conversation swirls around us, and all this time, I’m only aware of the low, dull throb inside me. I push the food around my plate, not hungry now. And that mouth! He’s so wicked!” She’s flushed as she speaks. And he’s got big hands, obviously it’s huge, he has huge shoes too. Livvy, the size of his you-know-what is like. I won’t even say how I’ll feel if I manage to get a night with him in my pocket, too, oh god. “I’m seriously learning so much just by the little glimpses I get into the conference room and phone calls. She also mentions she picks up regular calls for him from a thousand and one girls, all asking if he’s in, for Janine to please ask him to call them, inquiring about whether he got this or that invitation, etcetera. Janine is now interning with Callan and lunches are proving difficult when I have to listen to her gush on how hot he is and how intensely she’s learning. Maybe if I stopped feeling prejudiced against Callan’s business ruthlessness, I could pull my head out of my ass and ask him to teach me. I’m determined to use it and focus on what’s important to me. In that sense only my brother believed in me-and no matter how much I’ve idolized my father’s old friend Daniel Radisson all this time, it was bad boy Callan Carmichael who gave me a chance.

Too many people underestimating me until I’ve almost believed they’re right. Too many people labeling me a blonde bimbo. Isn’t that why I’m so desperate to prove myself? I’m worth more than that even though I’ve always battled with feelings of not being enough. I’m no longer a naïve young girl needing her brother to bail her out when she gets in trouble, hell, I’m a full-time working girl and I can’t be Callan’s shiny new toy. I try to quell what seeing him tonight did to me and blame it on the alcohol I imbibed.īecause that crush has been crushed. Olivia Roth? His antics cannot get to you. I drop my phone as if it singed me and then power it off.

There’s a silence and my eyes widen when I realize what I said. Well so am I, I lie and get my laptop out, my competitive side stirred. I smile over the fact that I had stored him, previously, as Derek. I find his number stored under Not Drake.

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