Eye for an Eye (Take a Chance #2)- Lisa Helen Gray Page 0,46
tilting to the side.
I lean in, ready to take those lips, when the door to the building is thrown open. I stand straight, glancing down at Evie, who has gone pale, her eyes widening and aimed toward the door.
“Yeah, so you’ll have to take this for the quickest route,” she rambles, and my eyebrows pinch together when she gives me a pointed look, jerking her head towards Jaxon. I shake my head, grinning.
She’s cute.
“You ready to go?” Jaxon asks, grabbing paperwork from his desk.
Evie relaxes when he doesn’t say anything more, no doubt brushing off any concern she has about him seeing how close we were. She’s wrong though. Jaxon isn’t stupid. He sees everything.
I turn to Jaxon when what he says registers. “Where are we going?”
“Mr Yang called. He would like to meet with us. He’s staying at the Catherina Hotel.”
Every muscle in my body tenses. After Black’s receptionist let it slip that her boss tried to poach an art dealer and got turned away, we have been waiting months to see Mr Yang. Maybe after today’s meeting we can get answers as to why Black is obsessed with our company and how Mr Yang comes into the equation.
I head over to my desk, grabbing my jacket off the back of the chair. “Let’s go.”
“Wait, what about the Smith removal?” Evie calls out.
Jaxon pauses at the door, groaning. “Get Eli onto it, please, Evie. Tell him to get Rob to cover his job as its smaller.”
“Okay,” she replies, already reaching for her phone.
Once we’re outside, Jaxon punches me in the arm. “Seriously, Wyatt. Stop flirting with our receptionist. She isn’t like the other chicks that come into your life.”
“Jesus, what has your boxers in a bunch,” I snap, rubbing the mark he’s left on my arm.
“We don’t need the extra workload she takes care of for us. Not right now, not when Black has upped his game.”
“You think I don’t know that?” I snap. I’m glad he doesn’t know it’s gone past flirting already; I have a feeling he’d kick my arse.
“Good. Now let’s go get some answers. He promised not to delay or cancel this time.”
We’ve dealt with Mr Yang a few times. Not only do we have a container that holds his personal art collection, but we run shipping containers for him overseas. He’s the one who helped get our contract with the shipping company.
If he can help, he will. He has been straight up with us from the start.
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“I feel like I should have changed into a suit or something,” I whisper, narrowing my gaze on the suit who keeps staring at us.
Jaxon, not in the mood to mess around, growls low under his breath. “Fucking ignore them.”
I would if they weren’t acting like we are criminals about to storm the hotel. From the minute we walked in, we have been fussed over. The concierge looked ready to pass out when we pulled up in the van. We had to push past him just to get into the hotel, where he ran ahead to get the manager.
There, we had to wait for the manager to contact Mr Yang and confirm our visit. It’s been a joke from the get-go.
The stares from onlookers are just as bad. And right now, we are in a crowded lift with six other people inside. While Jaxon and I are wearing cargos and our work T-shirts with our logo on, the others are dressed in suits or work attire.
The doors open and I let out a breath when four people get off, giving the rest of us more room. They might have looked good, but someone needed to learn the benefits of deodorant.
The lift attendant shakily looks over at us. “Your floor is next.”
“We don’t even get a ‘sir’ like the rest,” I mutter, bending my knee and resting my foot against the back of the lift.
The woman to the left of me gasps, and when I glance in her direction, she’s shaking her head in disgust, her gaze on my foot.
Jesus, you’d think I was vandalising the place.
The door opens, and instead of waiting for the lift attendant to speak, me and Jaxon push off the back of the lift and step out. I can hear the sighs of relief behind us.
Growling, I turn back around, eyeing each of them. “Get fucked! You might lighten up a little.”
Jaxon pulls me away from the gasps of outrage. “Pack it in,” he snaps. “We’re here to do a job.”