Order.

None of this stuff meant zip to her sons, however she wanted them at work. Wanted them in her love life too, which was why she hadn’t dated in years. Guys most likely yawned at her—some had.

Not Cole, although. Consciousness spilled into her abdomen. When he’d checked out her after the kiss, she’d seen need in his eyes. For some motive, he wished to sleep along with her. However she’d freaked out. She hadn’t been prepared—she hadn’t waxed her downstairs or shaved her legs to perfection. She hadn’t introduced a condom along with her in case he didn’t have one. And worse, she hadn’t thought and rethought the thought of a one-night stand with an entire stranger. What if he turned out to be some psycho straight out of a nasty Lifetime film? He’d kill her, harvest her organs and her boys would haven’t any mom.

“Nikki,” her assistant Sara stated in a tone louder than regular. “You okay?”

Nikki brushed apart the doubts and regrets and shook her head. Get ahold of your self, lady. “Sure. I’m right here. Sorry.”

“Mr. Steinberg requested you to go to the convention room.”

“Mr. Steinberg is right here?” she repeated. The proprietor not often visited the property, and when he did, his assistant scheduled the journey weeks prematurely. She smoothed her hand over her ponytail, then shortly grabbed the jacket from the chair and put it again on. “Why?”

Sara shrugged. “I’ve no clue. His assistant despatched an e-mail to you and another managers, asking you to go to an impromptu assembly this morning. Talked about thrilling new adjustments afoot.”

Modifications afoot.

Nikki eliminated lint from her jacket. What if Mr. Steinberg wished to shut down the place? No, that’d be loopy. Positive, revenue had declined within the final couple of years, however he couldn’t kick out tons of of senior residents in varied levels of consciousness in a single day. A shiver of worry skated down her backbone. Particularly as a result of a type of residents was her nana, who solely resided locally due to Nikki’s supervisor low cost.

Possibly he’s firing me?

God, that’d suck. She’d must beg to keep up the low cost they gave her grandmother.

“Okay, thanks.”

“Go get them, tigress.” Sara winked at her, then tilted her head in acknowledgment.

Tigress? Extra like a stray cat drowning within the rain.

She buttoned her jacket, and marched out of her workplace. Every step she took within the course of the convention room upped the stress thumping her chest. She swallowed and took a deep breath earlier than opening the door.

“Nikki,” Zach, the CEO, greeted her, lifting his espresso mug. A couple of different managers occupied the outsized leather-based seats across the polished oval desk. She took a seat in her regular spot, going through the doorway. An array of pastries and various kinds of espresso and juices have been piled on the aspect desk.

“Hello, guys,” she stated.

Steinberg continued talking into his cellphone, standing towards the glass showcasing the lavish gardens of the neighborhood the place some people walked whereas others learn a guide or loved the serene quietude from the water fountain within the center.

She seemed on the treats on the desk, considering if she ought to rise up and seize one among them. The door opened, and Steinberg swiftly completed his dialog and slid his cellphone into his pocket. Wow. Whoever walked into these doorways had the facility of…

Her gaze darted to the door, and her coronary heart missed a beat or two.

No.

No, no, no.

Cole stalked into the room, her reminiscences of him doing zero justice to the magnificent male.

His gaze captured hers and held.

An uncomfortable warmth coursed by way of her from high to backside, like somebody had turned the heater to the max. Besides, this was August in California the place air con reigned.

“Cole.” His identify escaped her lips like a bullet.

A smile that belonged on the advert for a male escort service danced on his lips. “Good to see you, Nikki.”

Silence solid over the room, and he or she felt all eyes on her. She shifted in her seat, hoping the others wouldn’t assume she’d slept with him. As a result of she hadn’t, even when the thought alone tightened her nipples and jumbled her ideas.

“Hello, Cole. I wasn’t conscious you’d already met our basic supervisor,” Steinberg stated, shaking his hand.

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