Reed
I was already twenty minutes behind schedule and my phone had been ringing for the last half hour.
Normally, I was a man of order and efficiency.
But after the kiss Wendy and I had shared the night before, my mind had been completely useless. I had spent half the night lying awake, staring at the ceiling.
My blood was still roaring with whatever sensation of her lips parting beneath mine.
I shoved my arms into a white shirt.
Today was not the day to be distracted. I had a back-to-back schedule. A quarterly board meeting, a hostile acquisition call with an overseas competitor and a sit-down with our legal team that I could not afford to delay.
I walked in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in my dressing room, aggressively buttoning my shirt. I reached for a dark silk tie,
