But still.
Oh God.
I slapped my hand over my eyes. Shut the fuck up, Gina. Love obviously made me a little neurotic and a whole lot batshit crazy.
The car pulled up outside a tall glass building proclaiming Stone Advertising above the large doors. George was standing in front of it, his eyes on the sleeve he was playing with. Some guy in a suit opened my door.
Blue eyes met mine as I left the car, and I raised my eyebrow. “Care to explain why you’ve pulled me down to your office on short notice?”
“I need your help to select some images.”
“Are you kidding me?” I stopped in front of him and poked his solid chest. “You pulled me down here without any kind of message to pick some damn photos? Do you know how crazy I just went in the car?”
Evidently, he didn’t care—not i
