Page 16 of Crave Me
CHAPTER 5
Wren
The blonde’s focus dips to my palm where it’s resting on her desk then back to my face, her lips pressing into a thin line. I’ll admit, I have a gift when it comes to pissing people off. But this broad had it in for me the minute she saw me. She pitches me with an even nastier scowl than the one she met me with, when I entered her glass bowl office and asked if Evan was available. I was friendly, polite, the whole nine yards. But I’m not feeling particularly friendly now. Now, I’m ready to go at it.
The guy who stepped out from Evan’s office shoots past me, appearing annoyed. From the open floor plan behind me, the voices of those working from their cubicles quiet. But their reaction isn’t because of anything I did. She’s the one being loud. My guess: this isn’t the first time she’s tried to scare someone off.
She tilts forward, the motion widening the neck of her black button-down blouse and exposing the lace from her bra. It’s not a blatant show of her goods, but it’s enough to give someone a peek of what’s lurking beneath. I’m thinking that “someone” is Evan, seeing she’s seconds from leaping across the desk and digging her fangs into my throat.
“I told you, he’s busy,” she snaps. “Unless you have an appointment, Mr. Jonah cannot be disturbed.”
“Erin? Erin O’Brien?”
I straighten slowly at the sound of my given name. Another blonde (this one actually capable of smiling) stands by the door clutching a stack of folders against the front of her dark purple suit. “That’s right,” I answer.
Her grin widens as she glances over her shoulder. “Evan, Erin’s here.”
She doesn’t quite finish before Evan appears beside her. “It’s Wren, actually,” he tells her, although his attention is fully on me.
He’s shocked to see me. I’m shocked this other woman seems to know who I am. But that doesn’t stop my smile or his. “Hi,” he says.
“Hey,” I reply. He’s wearing glasses. Black ones like Henry Cavill did when he played Clark Kent. But Henry has nothing on Evan. Damn. Evan is hotness in a suit.
I dig through my purse, trying to keep it classy, and pull out two key fobs. “I have something for you,” I say, shaking the keys at him.
He steps forward, frowning slightly. “You brought my Explorer here?”
“Just had it delivered to your garage.” I shrug and drop the keys in his hands. “I told you, I’d take care of you.”
The blonde, the nice one, hurries by. “I’ll see you in a few,” she tells him.
Evan nods, but doesn’t watch her leave. Uh-uh. His eyes are all on me. “Nice suit,” I call after her, giving me an excuse to stop grinning at him.
“Thank you,” she says, her toothy smile skipping from me to Evan.
“I meant to stop by the dealership later today,” he says.
His voice pulls my attention back to his face, not that I mind. “I know, but you seemed swamped and I wanted to save you the trouble.” I adjust the strap on my purse. “Don’t worry, I know a guy and had him tow it here.”
“I wasn’t worried,” he says. He motions to the office. “Would you like to come in?”
“Evan,” the woman with the stick up her ass interrupts. “You have a meeting.”
Evan strikes me as the laid-back type, one who doesn’t easily lose it or looks for any excuse to rip someone to shreds.
I don’t expect anger, but that’s exactly what I see. “I know what I have,” he bites back.
“You must be Ashleigh,” I say, smiling. Oh, and my new friend doesn’t like me calling her out one bit.
She tucks the strand that escapes her loose bun behind her ear, her scowl deepening. She opens her mouth to say something, but then quickly shuts it when she catches Evan’s smirk. I ignore her because it’s easy, and I know it will piss her off. “So are you going to show me your office, or would you rather let my imagination run wild?”
“As much as I think it would be entertaining to watch your imagination run wild, it would be my pleasure to show you my office,” he says walking forward. “This way.”
He’s not wearing his jacket and (bonus!) I get a nice long look at the way his tailored black pants hug the kind of ass cheeks that will barely move if spanked—not that I’ve thought about it, like I mentioned, I’m classy.
He holds the door open, allowing me through. I come to a halt when he shuts the door behind us. Holy shit. His office is bigger than my entire house, and I’m not exaggerating. Gold veined and white marble tile cover the spacious floor while modern dark wood furniture with gold accents are placed strategically, giving each area its own separate space.
Dark brown leather couches with matching seats make up what resembles a screening room where numerous flat-screens are mounted to a wall. To the right, an immense granite conference table with eighteen plush chairs waits in perfect view of both the flat-screens and floor to ceiling windows that give one hell of a view of the skyline.