CHAPTER 18
“I don’t get it,” Tom said to Delaney’s breasts, which for the record were completely covered by her navy shift dress and jacket, but his eyes were pinned to her like she was naked.
Or like he’s envisioning me naked, Delaney thought, struggling to hold back her wince of disgust.
“I mean,” he continued, “I could be done with your work in two minutes. Less than two minutes. What’s your problem?”
For starters? There was no way a litany of incomplete jobs being billed as complete by subcontractors, a materials delay on another project, and a potential client who still hadn’t turned in his signed contract would take Tom ‘two minutes.’
Do not open your mouth, Delaney told herself as her boss ranted on. He sat sprawled in the chair across from her tiny desk, knees spread wide, boa
