Something Real (Whiskey Men #2) Read Online Hope Ford

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Insta-Love Tags Authors: Series: Whiskey Men Series by Hope Ford
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Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 258(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
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He cuts me off, holding both his hands up. “Nope, it sounds like you got it.” He turns to Ms. Jones. “Thank you for coming in, but the interview is over. I’ll see you out.”

I know I should let him do it, but I stand up and hold the door open. “No, really. I’ll be happy to see Ms. Jones out the door.”

Lucas almost looks worried. I don’t know if he thinks I’m going to start a fight or what, but he doesn’t argue with me about it. Ms. Jones huffs loudly and stands up. She glares at me as she walks past, and I follow behind her, making sure she makes it all the way to the exit. When I mutter “good riddance” as the door closes behind her, I turn and run almost directly into Lucas.

He’s rubbing his hand across his chin. “Thank you for handling that, Lilian.”

I cross my arms over my chest. “Sorry if I overstepped—”

He laughs and shakes his head. “You didn’t overstep. My brothers and I appreciate everything you do here. I know you have the company’s best interests at heart.”

I nod. “Okay, uh, Ford asked to see me when we were done. Do you need anything from me today?”

He waves his hand in front of himself. “No, you have everything caught up. I’m good.”

He shoves his hands in his pockets. “Issi’s going to drop my phone off. I’m going to meet her outside if any of my brothers are looking for me.”

I start walking toward my desk. “Tell Issi I said hi.”

He hollers he will as he walks out the door.

I grab a pad of paper and a pen off my desk before making my way to Ford’s office. The whole way, I’m trying to convince myself that I did the right thing. I ended the interview because she was inappropriate. It didn’t have anything to do with the fact that she was lusting after Ford. I was not jealous.

Ford

“How did the interview go?” I ask Lilian when she knocks on my open door. I was actually happy to learn that someone had come in for an interview, but when I walked in earlier, it didn’t seem like it was going well.

She purses her lips. “She wasn’t a good fit.”

I don’t question her reasoning. Lilian is usually a good judge of people.

“I’m sorry to hear that. I know it’s hard on you doing the work of two people.”

She sits down in the chair and fidgets with the pen in her hand. “It’s really not that bad.

I’d rather take the time to hire someone that is going to do a good job and mesh well with everyone than just hire someone because we need to fill the spot.”

I hold my hands up because she almost seems defensive about it. “Hey, I’m not complaining. I’m just asking if it gets to be too much for you, to let me know. I don’t want you to be unhappy here.”

She blinks her long lashes at me. “Okay, thank you. I appreciate it, but I promise, I’m fine.”

“Okay, so catch me up on meetings for this week.”

She pulls out her phone where my calendar is synced. She’s tried repeatedly to show me how to do it all on my own phone, but I like having her come in here every week so we can talk and go over things.

She starts to scroll on her phone and relays the various meetings I have. The whole time she talks, I’m taking her in, watching the way she pushes her hair behind her ear, the way she pauses and bites her lower lip. When she lifts her eyes to mine, they widen, and she looks back at me.

In a daze, I clear my throat. I have no idea what all she just said, but thankfully, I can look at my computer and hopefully figure it out. She’ll make sure I don’t miss anything anyway.

“Thank you again for coming to the game last night. It meant a lot to Ollie. He was excited to finally get to try his hand at goalie.”

She rolls her eyes “It’s about time he got to play that position. Is the coach blind? He has to realize that his son is not the best choice for that. I know he keeps putting him there, but he needs to put him in a position where… well, let’s just say. You can’t hide as goalie, is all I’m saying. Ollie rocked it last night.”

I chuckle. “You seem to feel really strongly about it.”

She throws a hand up. “I don’t like that Ollie is being messed with, that’s all. I just need five minutes with the coach, and I’m pretty sure we could be seeing eye to eye on things.”

I choke back the emotion that hits me. His own mother doesn’t even care to call and check on him, and here this woman is, ready to go to war for him.


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