“Mr. Prescott?” Juana, Seven’s secretary at LX Energy, stood her wide hips in the doorway of his office. “There’s a Holly Braxton here to see you.”
“Holly Braxton?” He took off his designer reading glasses and set them beside his wireless keyboard. “Where have I heard that name before? Is she one of our partners?”
Juana glanced into the hall with her nose in the air. “I doubt it, sir. She says she’s a friend of a friend of yours.”
“Send her—”
“I’ll take it from here.” A pastel woman of average height with short, blonde hair swayed inside the office. “Thanks, Juana.” The stranger winked her alluring, heavy-lidded eyes, covered in thick eyeliner. “Mind leaving us alone now?”
“Yes.” Seven waved off Juana, his eyes glued to the tan mini dress that stretched against the blonde woman’s slen
