Jo glanced up at the knock on her office door and braced herself for who might be standing there as it swung open. She was hoping against hope that it wasn’t Silver Asshole Bennett, and by some miracle, her luck held.
“Hi,” said the man standing in the door, taking up its entire frame with his monster-sized shoulders. “Jolene?”
“Yes,” she said getting to her feet and pushing her hair off her forehead. “Hi…” Her voice trailed off as she waited for him to introduce himself.
The man stepped into the room and right away, she thought about her lipstick not having been applied in about seven hours, because this man was the kind that made a woman want to look her best. Shallow and superficial to be sure, and Jo didn’t give a good goddamn because this man was all kinds of gorgeous in all kinds
