If he was being totally honest with himself, he had to admit that she’d actually impressed the hell out of him that morning. Showing up at the garage – an intimidating place, to put it mildly – and then putting him in his place for calling her a pet name, not letting him talk to her like she was just some chick.
She hadn’t backed down when he’d gotten angry, she hadn’t backed off when he’d turned the tables on her a bit. She was protective of her organization, she fought for her artists. Naomi had integrity, and guts, and a hot ass, and as King sat in the parking lot, he decided that he liked all of that just fine.
He’d stayed put for as long as he could physically stand it, then he’d sprinted into the Heart Center ten minutes early and all jacked-up on adrenalin – only to be disappoint
