▪️ Emily ▪️ Ruth, about to take a sip, halted with her drink in midair and peered at her through her glasses. “Stop BS-ing me. You’re too young to sit home every night. Unless you want to join me and the girls for sewing night again.” She hooted with laughter and slapped the table with her hand. One time Emily got stuck late at the office, and when she arrived with groceries, she found herself caught by Ruth's crew. Five sets of interested eyes gleamed as they surrounded her like a capturing army homing in on their prey and interrogated her about her personal life. Emily only escaped after promising to take the numbers of Vera's great-nephew and Della’s grandson, but she drew the line at Lola's hairdresser. Se’d never called any of the men. “God help me,” Emily muttered and finished her Scotch. Gazing longingly at the bottle, she decided to hell with it and poured another, albeit more judicious, glass. “This is New York City. The mecca fo
▪️Ace▪️ God, he was bored. So bored. Ace had agreed to the dinner with Susan, figuring it would be a good way to ease into the new job. She’d seemed like a fun, cool girl, and what better way to find out about The Company and its people than from someone working there, especially off-hours and after a few drinks? Maybe Susan would even have some insight into Emily.Inside the sushi restaurant on Mercer Street, they sat jammed together, knees touching. It was where you went to see and be seen, not for the quality of the food. Not Ace's type of place, but he went along with it because the thought of going home and sitting in his bedroom, eating sushi again, was enough to make him agree to almost anything. And at first all was light and fun. They had a few beers and shared some vegetable. He enjoyed the casual flirting and even took some pictures and posted them on Instagram, tagging the restaurant and The Company. The publicity couldn’t hurt, and he want
▪️Ace▪️ “Bonjour,” Ace answered. “Comment allez-vous?” “Yeah, yeah, same to you. How’s it going with Emily? You aren’t calling to ask me to come home and bail you out of jail because you killed her, are you?” Liam snickered, and he heard Olivia yelling in the background, “Not funny.” Ace scowled, wishing they were on video so he could give him the finger. “Aren’t you the comedian? No, idiot. I’m working with her and Simon on the Mojo account, and between Simone being a son of a bitch and resenting me, and Emily poking me at every turn, it’s been hard.” He raked a hand through his hair. “I don’t have a friendly face or someone on my side.” “Emily's not against you, Ace. He doesn’t want you to fail, simply because if you do, then so does The Company. And Simone can teach you everything you’ll need to know. He can be arrogant, but don’t let that get to you.” “Great. That’s inspiring. Not. How’s Olivia?” Talking about Emily depressed him, and Ace
▪️Ace ▪️ Emily shot him a quelling look, one Ace knew would make any other of Emily's associates quake in their loafers, but Ace had been on the receiving end of worse from Emily. “No,” Emily snapped at him. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” She walked away without another word, and Ace shook his head. “Jerk,” he muttered to himself, packed up his stuff, and hurried after Emily, who walked with her usual strong, lengthy stride through the empty office. They rode the elevator together, and he followed Emily down the block. When they reached the corner, Emily stopped abruptly, making Ace almost run into her. They stood so close, Ace noticed little fiery specks of gold in Emily's velvety brown eyes. His breath caught, and Emily's gaze sharpened into something hard. Dark. Sinful. Ace licked his lips, and Emily followed the movement with her eyes. Watching the quick rise and fall of Emily's chest, Ace reached out, his fingertips skimming Emily's
▪️ Emily ▪️ “Kissing picture?” Ace asked, his gaze swinging between Emily and Ruth. “What are you talking about?” Ignoring Ace, Emily planted a fake-ass smile on her face. “Ruth, I really can’t stay. And I know you have the girls over tonight for book club.” “Not for a while.” “Did you eat your dinner?” She wouldn’t if she didn’t nag her. “I can fix you something quickly.” “Eat, exercise.” She glared at her. “I’m fine. God, you’re worse than a warden.” “Isn’t he, though?” Emily commiserated with her as he hooked her arm through his. “I could tell you stories, Ruth. Come. Let’s get some nibbles, and we’ll talk.” Leaving Emily standing in the entrance like a gaping idiot, the two of them crossed the hallway to the kitchen, and Emily watched as Ace rummaged through the refrigerator, took out cheese and turkey slices, and cut up some tomatoes, chatting all the way, acting like he belonged there. Even the dog
▪️Ace▪️ “What ideas did you have for the candy account?” Two days later, Emily stood in his office doorway, and Ace forced himself to ignore the jump of his heart. Circles ringed Emily’s eyes, and Ace knew without asking that Emily hadn’t slept well since Olivia had left. “Hello to you too.” He lazed back in his chair. “Yeah, sure.” Emily gestured impatiently toward her own office. “Bring your notes.” Without another word, Emily walked away.Ace shut his laptop with a snap and scrambled after Emily. Once he at at the conference table, he cocked his head. “What’s wrong? You look like shit.” “I’m fine,” Emily practically snarled at him. “What do you have to tell me?” What Ace wanted to tell her was to chill the fuck out, but he held off, knowing Emily would shove the words down his throat. Instead, he opened his laptop. “The candy company account is being marketed strictly to children, but are you aware they have a retro line, as well as a no-
▪️Ace ▪️ “Not a problem. We’re all one big family here at The Company. What helps one, helps everybody.” Ace could accept that he’d made a snap judgment where Simone was concerned, and willing to set aside his initial misgivings, opened his laptop and pulled up his file. “Here’s what I’ve done.” Three hours later, he dragged his feet into his office. Damn, that was brutal. Simone quizzed him on everything and insisted on Ace introducing him to the influencers and going through the campaign specifics with each one. It was the right way to handle things, but man, he was tired. He slumped in his chair, rolled his shoulders, and yawning, picked up his phone. Olivia and Liam smiled at him from a text, the famous Arc de Triomphe on the Champs-Élysées looming in the background. He grinned and sent them a slew of hearts. Emily was also on the text, but she hadn’t responded, and Ace wondered if she was still angry about t
▪️ Emily ▪️ Emily knew having Ace come to work at The Company would be a mistake. As if it wasn’t enough that their drunken hookup replayed nightly in her head, Emily found herself thinking about the man when she should be concentrating on business. That near encounter in her office was the final straw. She couldn’t risk having something like that happen again because she knew it wouldn’t be long before she crumbled. And damn Ace for making it easy. “Idiot,” she muttered, knowing full well the blame rested solely on her shoulders. She was in charge and she’d set the rules, only to break them the first chance he got. As angry as she was with Ace, Emily was angrier with herself. She knew what she had to do, and it was a damn shame since Ace was proving himself to be not only a hard worker, but dynamic, sharp, and ahead of the game, more so than some members of the team. Emily had passed by Simone's office when she knew the two were meeting, and se