Alex POV
"Rachel, I said no." My voice came out sharper than intended, cutting through the morning quiet of my office.
"But Ms. Lane, Mr. Coleman is very insistent–" Rachel's voice through the speaker was honey-sweet, almost pleading which was sickening to the least like a whining a child.
"I don't care if he's the Emperor of China. The answer is no." I ended the call and slumped back in my chair, the familiar leather cooling my tension-hot skin.
"That bastard still won't take no for an answer?"
I looked up to see Sally in my doorway, a vision in black silk and red-soled heels. The sight of my best friend brought the first real smile to my face all morning.
"What gave it away?" I asked, gesturing for her to come in.
"That vein in your forehead that only appears when you're dealing with supreme idiots." Sally dropped onto my office couch with practiced grace. "Or when you're thinking about Michael Coleman."
"Same thing, isn't it?"
"Want to talk about it?"
I rubbed my temples, feeling
