If I Only Knew

“Mrs. Bergen, your ten o’clock interview is here,” the receptionist says.
“Send her in, Staci,” I instruct.
I had one interview earlier today that will not be getting a call back. I don’t know that she could find her way out of a paper bag let alone be my right hand.
When the door opens, I take a step back.
There stands a tall man with dark hair, green eyes, and lashes that any woman would die for. He wears an expensive suit that cuts his body perfectly. His eyes roam my body and I feel naked even though I’m fully dressed.
This is not the new college graduate who is here for an interview.
I clear my throat. “Can I help you?”
“You sure can,” his British accent fills the air. My eyes narrow as he steps forward. “You can get out of my office, sweetheart.”
“Excuse me?”
“You’re in my chair.”
Staci looks to me and then shrinks out. “Call security, Staci,” I call to her. “I’m sorry, sir, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
The man sits in the seat, throwing his leg across his other. “I’m not going anywhere, but you’re welcome to call the owner. Tell the daft prick I’m here for my job.”
And then it hits me. The eyes are the same color as Callum’s. Only he has beautiful, thick dark hair but then the accent . . . I know exactly who this is and why he’s here.
Milo Huxley has come for his job—well, my job.

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Milo
“Your job?” she asks, her blue eyes wide.
“I asked to see the Senior Vice President of Acquisitions and Logistics.” I look back at the door for her name, but it’s missing.
“Well, yes because that’s not your job since they brought you to see me.” she crosses her arms over her ample chest.
I drop my leg and smirk at her. She doesn’t seem the least bit bothered by me being here or confused as to who I am. “You know who I am?”
“Yes, Callum spoke of his brother and how he wasn’t returning to his position.”
I stand, extending my hand. “Milo Huxley, and you are?”
“Danielle Bergen, Senior Vice President of Acquisitions and Logistics.”
Cheeky.
She places her hand in mine with a firm handshake. “Well, Danielle, I’ll be sure to tell my wanker of a brother he can relieve you of your duty.”
“Why don’t we call him together?” she suggests.
I like her boldness. A woman who is assertive in the board room is sexy as hell. What’s not hot is her ring. Married women are my hard limit. I’ve done that once and I’d rather not repeat my mistakes. Nothing says good morning like a man with a shotgun.
“Sure thing, sweetheart, let’s call Callum and get this mess sorted.”
He’s clearly going to pick his own flesh and blood over some American. Cal is pragmatic at best. Besides, our Mum will intervene. No one messes with her precious baby, not even my brother. Well, half-brother, but I don’t hold it against him that his father was a douche.
I let her lead the way, staring at her arse as she walks in front. Danielle is exactly the kind of woman I’m attracted to. Long legs, light brown hair, deep soulful eyes. I’m a dickhead, but not one that would take another man’s wife knowingly. If I was ever stupid enough to marry, I would kill the bastard who touched what was mine. But that doesn’t stop me from enjoying the view.
We walk in silence, but I can feel the tension rolling off of her.
“Have you been working in my job for long?” I ask as we make our way through the corridor.
She tries to mask her emotions, but fails miserably. “Long enough.”
“Really?” I smile letting her know I don’t believe the lie.
She stops. “Listen, I worked hard for this position and I’m not going to let you come in here and take it away from me. Just a fair warning. I don’t care who you are, this is my job.”
I like her. I admire a woman who will fight in business. It’s sexy as fuck.
“Noted.”
I extend my arm, inviting her to go ahead and knock on the door.
“Yes?” Callum’s voice calls through the door.
My brother has no idea I’m here. I figured it would be much more fun to spring it on him. We haven’t spoken since he tucked his cock between his legs and ran to America to marry his wife. I sadly missed their wedding while I was with . . . what’s her name? Sally? Samantha? No, Sandra. I was with Sandra in Italy, which I’m sure he’ll give me hell for. My mum already gave me an earful too.
The door opens and I wish I was filming this. His face is priceless.