The Love Triangle (BWWM Romance) Read Online Free PDF

was there, and there was a time when she’d been so sick we’d all been scared we’d lose her.
     
    She’d gotten better, and Mr. Elijah Wilson from Magna Solutions out here in Texas had contacted me with an offer I just couldn’t refuse.
     
    Fort Atkinson, Texas was one of the original settler towns. The layout was still exactly the same, with the church in the middle and the rest of it fanning out around it. Main Street had all the shops on it. Church Street that crossed it had all the restaurants. It was simple, a simple small town where everyone knew everyone’s business, and I was claustrophobic from the moment I arrived.
     
    There was a certain anonymity to living in the city. It wasn’t here.
     
    I parked the car I’d rented in Houston in front of a convenience store and walked in. The air conditioner blasted me from above the door. The lady behind the counter had bottle-blonde hair and nails and lips that had the same shade.
     
    “I’m looking for Magna Solutions,” I said to her. She looked me up and down like she was judging me, and I fought the urge to cover up even though I wore a dress suit.
     
    “You from outta town, honey?” she asked, forcing a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. I nodded. She didn’t answer me straight away, probably waiting for me to volunteer more information, but I wasn’t going to. Finally she nodded and pointed a scarlet nail toward the back of the store.
     
    “You just follow that road on up and over that ridge there. You can’t miss it, plain as day from the top of it.”
     
    I nodded and thanked her, and left the store. The heat was overwhelming when I stepped out of the shop again, pressing down on me like a giant hand. I got in the car again, put on my sunglasses and cranked up the A/C until the car was glacial inside.
     
    Bottle-Blonde had been right. I couldn’t miss Magna Solutions. As soon as I cleared the ridge I saw it, the road leading up to the large booming entrance, and the white buildings stretching out into the field beyond. At the gate I mentioned my name, and they opened for me. Everyone knew who I was, everyone knew to expect me, and within ten minutes I sat inside Mr. Wilson’s office.
     
    The office was huge, the size of a small apartment at least. A mahogany desk sat in the middle, intimidating the rest of the room, and the leather swivel chair behind it was empty. I sat down on a chair opposite, crossed one leg over the other and clutched my purse on my lap. I touched my hair, checking the bun. I’d gotten it done just before I’d left New York, cornrow braids that spiraled around my head until it fastened in a bun at the back of my head. It looked classy and professional.
     
    The door behind me opened and Mr. Wilson walked in. I assumed it was Mr. Wilson. He wasn’t a tall man, when I stood up to shake his hand he was exactly my height. At five foot four, that wasn’t very tall for a man, but his presence spilled into the room with him, and I got the idea that he was used to getting his way regardless of his height.
     
    He was stocky, but not an inch of fat. His shoulders were broad underneath his suit jacket and his blond hair was shaved short, close to his head. He had a scar across his left cheek, dipping in beneath his eye and stopping just above the corner of his mouth.
     
    “Miss Davis,” he said and took my hand. “A firm handshake, I like that.”
     
    I forced my eyes away from his scar and onto his eyes, and they were a lot more remarkable. They were the color of winter skies, hard and cold.
     
    “Thank you so much for this opportunity, Mr. Wilson,” I said. He still held my hand, longer than was necessary. His skin was warm, a strong contrast to his cold eyes. 
     
    “Nonsense, if you’re as good as they say we’re on equal grounds. Call me Elijah.” He let go of my hand and walked around the desk. He stayed standing, and he gave off the idea that he was towering even if his physical appearance didn’t