Chapter 3
Okay, this guy’s cuteness factor had just dropped. He assumed she was the receptionist? Just because she was sitting at the reception desk?
Yeah, yeah. But she could have a little fun.
“I think Ms. Holbrook was expecting the actual IT professional,” she said, dousing her words in as much saccharin as she could. “You know, someone in a suit and tie? Perhaps with a designer pocket protector?”
She immediately regretted her snark as an amazing shade of red crept up his face.
“Please, I’m sorry,” she said, standing and offering her hand. “I’m Amy Holbrook. You must be Anthony with ‘Your Place or Ours.’”
He hesitated, the color fading a little. Then her hand disappeared in his as he shook with her.
“Yes ma’am,” he said, releasing her hand. “But it’s just Tony.”
“Oh god. Please
