FIVE MONTHS LATER…
“Mr. Mahoney?” his secretary’s voice sounded over the intercom, and he tsked in irritation at the untimely interruption. He had purposefully asked MC not to disturb him until noon since he was in the middle of reviewing a very important contract.
“Somebody at the reception is asking for some John Smith. I…I really… didn’t know how to handle the person. She was quite importunate.”
That would be a perfect word to describe the temerarious temptress coming after him so relentlessly. He had to give her credit though, she did have chutzpah to drop by his office after so many rejections. Embittered by her cold behavior, he had ensured that he’d returned her the alienating favor.
Now that she’d managed to get past his defenses, it felt like he’d been putting her up to a tes
