day’s work? Would this intrusion get them into trouble? Did she need time to hide her pitchfork?
Vaughn opened the door and strode into Sabrina’s office. She glanced up, a bored expression flitting across her face until her gaze settled on Holden. Once she saw him, she snapped her laptop shut and offered up a huge smile, a hungry lioness smile. Her white-blond hair was pulled back into its usual tight, complicated twist, a section of straightened bangs covering her forehead. Heavily made up gray-blue eyes blinked slowly as Holden tried to blend into the wall.
Definitely should have worn camouflage today. Instead, Holden sported black dress pants and a white DE polo shirt. It was as dressed up as he ever got. He’d gotten used to wearing old T-shirts and jeans when working on racecars, and the style suited him.
“I spoke to the San Diego executives. They said they enjoyed their flight, so once again, I thank you both.” Only she didn’t look at them both. Her gaze drilled into only one of them. Holden slid his hands into his pants’ pockets, feeling the need to semi-protect his equipment.
“Sit.” She gestured to the two chairs in front of her desk, her eyes focusing on Holden as if he were the last glass of lemonade on a scorching summer day. She actually licked her thin lips, and he was almost positive her tongue was forked.
Flee, flee! Holden’s body was a magnet turned on an opposite pole to Sabrina. Only the walls of her office kept him from repelling.
“What brings you boys in here at this hour?” Sabrina stretched out her legs under her desk, and Vaughn’s gaze dropped down.
Holden stared at Vaughn until his friend shook his head and cleared his throat. No way Holden was going to initiate this conversation.
“Ummm…” Vaughn glanced down at Sabrina’s legs once more, then fidgeted in his seat. He looked at Holden who opened his eyes real wide and angled his head toward the door. Vaughn shook his head and focused back on Sabrina. “The execs we flew in…have you done business with them long?”
Easing into it? Okay. How long was this going to take? Holden was so fricking hungry. He rested his hands on his stomach as if to apologize to it for the lack of sustenance.
“San Diego supplies us with important parts for our televisions. I’ve known most of those executives for years. Why?” Sabrina piled up some papers on her desk and toyed with the edges until the stack was perfectly aligned.
Abort! Abort! Holden’s mind screamed. He never believed in intuition or sixth sense or any of that psychic stuff, but right now he certainly had a…a feeling.
“Well, we saw something this evening.” Vaughn shifted in his chair. “Something that concerned us, and we thought we should discuss it with you.”
Us? We? Holden was not in favor of being concerned or discussing anything, especially with Sabrina. Despite what Vaughn was saying, she still eyed Holden as if she were picturing him naked and possibly covered in melted chocolate.
“You know you can always come to me with any issues.” Sabrina smiled. “Well, out with it. What did you see?”
Vaughn relayed the details of the overheard conversation and handed Sabrina the invoice while Holden held his breath and made mental notes to update his resume.
Chapter Three
Sabrina leaned back in her expensive leather chair and gripped the edge of her desk. The lines around her mouth, the ones caused by all the cutthroat snarls she sent competitors, deepened as she stared at Vaughn.
At least she’s not staring at me for once. Yet, Holden was still uncomfortable just being in the same room with her.
“Well,” she said. “Well.” Sabrina stood and paced behind her desk. “Is this the only copy?” She stopped and focused on Vaughn again as she waved the invoice.
“It’s the only one we found,” Vaughn said.
Sabrina nodded. “I’ll need to keep this.” She hovered over her desk giving them both a clear view down her low-cut,