‘Ah, my saviour, Miss Holmes,’ Paulie Hayes said, opening his arms and rising from his desk to meet her.
‘Please, there’s no need for…’
Sloan enjoyed her discomfort at having this man embrace her, but his amusement didn’t last long.
‘That will be all,’ Hayes said, taking Darcy’s hand from Sloan’s.
‘Excuse me?’ Sloan said.
Hayes own man scurried away apparently used to the mogul’s brisk commands. Sloan wouldn’t go down that easily. ‘I’m assuming that you’re some sort of…’ Hayes looked Sloan over, and while Sloan seemed ready to deck the guy Darcy got her own back on his previous entertainment. ‘You’re some sort of employee, a moocher… or perhaps you call yourself a manager?’
‘No,’ Darcy said, placing her hand on Sloan’s forearm. ‘This is Johnny Sloan, he’s my boyfriend.’
‘Ah,’ Hayes
