Bossy Nights Read online Liv Morris

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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
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“Mr. Hammond will see you now,” she laughs, confounding me even more. I see no humor in this entire matter. “Along with his mother.”

“Huh?” I say my thoughts out loud. What does his mother have to do with me quitting?

“I was right about the two of you,” she says, nodding with that same strange smile spread across her face. “I’d watch him staring at you with this sad, longing look during our marketing meetings. Hell, the sexual tension was hot enough to melt the paint off the walls. Besides, I’m good at spotting a man in love.”

“In love?” I squint my eyes, unsure I heard her correctly.

She bursts out laughing. “You have no idea. Now, get to his office and come back to see me when the meeting’s over.”

I rise up on shaky legs and make my way down the hallway to Barclay’s office suite. It takes all my strength to turn the doorknob and walk inside.

44

Tessa

“Miss Holly,” Mrs. Mackenzie exclaims as she rises from her desk, crossing the room to meet me. “Mr. Hammond and his mother, Sandra, are waiting for you. Follow me, dear.”

She gives my arm a reassuring squeeze, along with a tender smile. I imagine I look like I’m headed toward the firing squad.

Mrs. Mackenzie opens Barclay’s door, and my feet feel like lead. “It’s going to be okay.” Mrs. Mackenzie gives me a gentle nod, and I enter.

He’s discarded his suit jacket and leans against the edge of his desk. His long legs are crossed at the ankle, appearing casual and relaxed—and hot as hell.

His mother sits demurely in a leather chair to the side of Barclay’s desk. It’s no guess where Barclay got his glossy black hair. When she smiles at me, her eyes shine as bright as a blue sky. She’s wearing a pink suit—Chanel, most likely, from the make and cut. It’s my dream work attire.

“Tessa,” Barclay says. “This is my mother, Sandra Hammond.”

“It’s so lovely to meet you, Tessa,” she says in a cheery tone, which surprises me. Her son and I have “broken the rules of personal engagement” at Hammond.

“Nice to meet you, ma’am,” I reply, making sure to use my southern manners. There’s no handshaking or formalities between us either. Everything feels personal.

“I’m sorry we didn’t meet at the picnic. I was so busy keeping everything afloat. If we would have run out of food or alcohol, the natives would have worried the company was going under.”

We all laugh at her humor. I immediately like her.

“It was a great party,” I say. And it’s true, even if it ended with Barclay and me fighting about Mark.

“My husband told me he met a lovely young woman from Alabama. Minus the blond hair, he said you reminded him of me. And now, just like his father, Barclay finds himself falling for a southerner who works for him. Funny, isn’t it?”

Perhaps it is, but I’m not laughing. I glance at Barclay, worried she knows about us.

“I told my mother our story at the picnic and she started cooking up a workaround for us.” He winks at me, and I exhale a deep breath, having a glimmer of hope for the first time.

“Have a seat, and I’ll explain,” Mrs. Hammond says to me, pointing to the chair across from her. I do as she asks.

“I called for an emergency board meeting this morning,” his mother begins. “We’ve promoted Reece Young to chief marketing officer. It was long overdue. She’ll report to board member, Mary Murphy, who was formerly head of marketing for Time Warner. Ms. Young will no longer be in Barclay’s chain of command, and most importantly, neither will you.”

“We’re in the clear,” Barclay pushes off the edge of the desk and strides to me. Taking my hand, he pulls me to my feet and gazes down at me with eyes full of hope … for us.

“I can’t believe this,” I say, glancing between Barclay and his mother, hardly able to contain myself. “How will I ever be able to thank you?”

“Join our family at the Hamptons this weekend. We want to get to know you better,” she says. I look at Barclay, and he nods.

“I’d love too. Thanks,” I say in a rush, the excitement bubbling up inside me. I have my dream job—and my dream man. How did this even happen? I’m simply amazed.

“I’d do anything for my son and the woman he wants.” She rises out of the chair and straightens her skirt. “I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone to celebrate.”

As soon as the door closes behind her, Barclay envelops me in his arms, holding me so close, I can barely breathe. His lips skate over my neck, and I lean my head to the side, letting him have better access.

“How do you feel about fettuccine?” Barclay whispers in my ear.


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