Page 72 of The Grand Duel
I should be done thinking about the man by now.
I straighten out my jacket and sigh, turning to look at myself in the mirrored wall behind me.
If only I could merge the two—Charles Aldridge’s face on the man who gave me one of the hottest, best sexual experiences of my life.
Jovie was right,thatwould be a combination.
It seems the guilt that kept me up half of the night over using my boss as a way to get myself off was short-lived because now I only have a longing to do it again.
Shameful.
I have a slight smirk on my face as the doors split, and Ellis and Frey Real Estate comes into view.
“Oh. Hello. Sorry, you’re not who I was expecting,” a dark-haired man says as he rounds the reception desk with a frown. “May I help you?”
“Hi. I’m Lissie. I work with Charles Aldridge and am here in his place today.”
The man places his hand on his chest. “Oh, thank goodness. I just lost my head receptionist and thought I’d made a scheduling error.” He smiles at me, looking me up and down. “Very unlike Charles to send anyone but his beautiful self. I’m George.” He holds his hand out to me, and I shake it.
Clearly, I’mnotthe only one affected by my boss’s handsomeness. “Nice to meet you, George.”
He checks his watch. “So, you’re lunching with Elliot and Mason. Did Charles have the menu sent to you?”
“Lunching?”
“Oh, no, maybe not?” He places a hand on my arm, reassuring me. “I just presumed. Let’s go and see if they are ready for you. Follow me.”
I follow George down the corridor, quickly pulling out my phone.
Is it a lunch meeting at Ellis and Frey?
Lissie
Assistant to director
Charles Aldridge Ltd
Maybe it would be quicker to call him, but George seemed to notice that I was unsure, which is embarrassing enough. I need to make a good impression and not screw this up.
I’m hoping I can grab the keys and be on my way again.
“Any trouble from these two, and you come and tell me,” George says as he pushes into the room. “Gentlemen, I have Lissie here for your one o’clock. Mr Aldridge was unable to attend.”
The two men are lounged on sofas and look back at us over their shoulders before some kind of realisation dawns on them, and they quickly stand.
Did they forget they had a meeting?
They look between themselves and me as if they had no idea.
“Apologies. Mr Aldridge was a little tied up this afternoon and asked that I attend in his place.” I hold my hand out to the tall blond who’s closest.
Either these men are as hot as I think they are, or the club and cop boy have well and truly altered the part of my brain that controls my delusion.
Because wow…
“Elliot Montgomery,” he says, smile dazzling as he takes my hand. “What an absolute pleasure to have you inMr Aldridge’splace today, right, Mase?”