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practically seeping out of his mouth.
    “Oh, my pleasure, Gerard… So your PA stated you wanted five mil for the warehouse. Let’s make it a little more than five. I know there was another bidder, so consider this a gesture of good will… and my appreciation.”
    Gerard huffs, clearly not buying my nice-guy routine. “I said five million and it stays at five million.”
    “Oh, come on, Gerard. I’m trying to be civil here.”
    “Well, I never asked you to be,” he states, maintaining his hostility. “And the only reason why I agreed to sell it to you, is because of that pretty little gal who works for you.”
    “Anna?” I query.
    “Yeah, I met her when she was here a few months ago. She has the greatest set of natural tits I’ve ever seen.”
    My stomach lurches; I can feel the fury building up inside of me. “I beg your pardon?”
    “Oh, sorry. I guess you’re banging her, huh? Like every other hot set of pins your cock sets eyes on,” Gerard chuckles.
    What the actual? Has he no shame?
    Anna or no Anna, who I put my cock in, is none of his business. He has gone way beyond crossing the professional line.
    I can’t believe I’m about to say this: he has a worse potty mouth than I do.
    “Gerard, let’s be clear-” my voice breaks off when I realize what might happen if I tear him a new asshole.
    The warehouse. The Vegas division. Gone in a puff of verbal smoke. “I look forward to seeing you tomorrow at the warehouse,” I say instead. “One o’clock sharp.”
    Gerard laughs in apparent victory over the fact he’s made me hold my tongue. Prick.
    “And I look forward to seeing your PA again, Mr. Hartz. Good night.” He hangs up the phone with a loud click. The flat dial tone echoes around the room.
    Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to bring Anna along for the trip? I don’t want some balding, half-witted, middle-aged asshole with a beer gut that could’ve given John Candy a run for his money, ogling her like she’s a piece of meat. He may have read about my… indiscretions, but the sword falls both ways.
    I know for a fact that he’s as faithful a husband as he is a reputable capitalist. He’s ripped off that many small business owners with his high-priced dodgy depots and weak-foundational residential properties.
    Further to that, Anna deserves better than to be talked about like that. She’s too precious for the likes of-
    Whoa, Lucas, what are you saying? Where the hell did “she’s too precious” come from?
    I swig the rest of my whisky and contemplate my thoughts. Did I react to what Gerard said because I don’t want anyone else to touch Anna? Or do my feelings run deeper than that? Has my lust evolved?
    Oh, no… don’t tell me...
    Don’t tell me that nineteen-year-old boy is still in love with her?! Hence, why he took over to Vegas and literally screwed her out of his mind by surrounding himself with top of the line hookers and enough blow to dim the image of her in the backseat of the Beamer.
    Awesome. Just bloody awesome.
    I have a thing for my PA.
    A thing that I know is only going to get stronger the more time I spend with her.
    I was right all along; I have no idea how this situation is going to work.

Chapter 9

Anna
     
     
    No matter how much I want to love Las Vegas, the heat, casino strip, and round the world monuments fail to push my ‘in awe’ button.
    I guess it doesn’t help that I’m stuck here with Lucas - the drop dead gorgeous director of a billion-dollar company that he should’ve been the head of in ten years from now, not last week.
    To his credit, though, he has been chivalrous since he started in the position. His manners have been exceptional and his compliments for my work ethic strangely unpretentious. He hasn’t said any snide remarks or flirty one-liners since our week at his mom’s beach house in The Hamptons.
    I’m starting to think that perhaps he does have a soul in there after all.
    The driver pulls up outside the warehouse and a cold