My heels clacked against the tiled floors, a staccato song of strength and competence. I straightened the hem of my striped, white and blue blouse and fixed it properly into my A-line pencil skirt.
My ponytail swung from side to side as I turned left and marched into the open door of Bruce Sawyer’s office. I slapped a manila folder on his desk and folded my arms. “Guess who just signed the Marino Contract.” Bruce’s dark brown eyes fixed on me.
“You didn’t,” he said in that deep voice that had caused every single heart to flutter the minute he’d stepped into Green Fountain
Media.
I’d been working at the corporation since I’d graduated from college nearly seven years ago and no one had come close to racking up the points for s*x appeal like Bruce Sawyer.
From his steamy, Latin eyes to h
