Chapter 7

“Good morning, Rutledge.” And even if the boss haddrunk too much the day before, his voice was still a deep, sexy rumble.

Which Parrish ignored as he got on with the morning’s tasks.

* * * *

Later that morning, a gorgeous blond sauntered in.

“Hello, darling,” the blond cooed, fluttering his impossibly long, mascaraed lashes. “I don’t remember seeing you before. Has Ransom been holding out on me?”

“No. How—”

“How long have you been here?”

“Since the beginning of the year. How may—” he tried once more.

“What’s your name, precious?”

“Rutledge. How may I—”

“Don’t be difficult, angel. Your first name.”

“Mr.”

“Fine. Be that way.” The blond pouted. “Well, whoever you are, I’m Wesley Dunlop. You’ve heard of me, yes?”

“I’m afraid I haven’t, Mr. Dunlop,” he admitted, and then asked in a rush, “How may I help you?” He didn’t smile in triumph; he was too professional for that…but he wanted to. He’d finally succeeded in getting the entire question out.