Levi's POV
Just as I'm about to scold my receptionist for spilling coffee on some important documents, I feel someone tap my arm.
I turn to find a tall, red-haired woman smiling up at me—big green eyes, an aura that practically screams s*x. She's the kind of woman Levi, back in his fuckboy days, would've been all over.
She flashes a seductive smile that probably works on most men.
It doesn't work on me. In fact, it irritates me. Something about her rubs me the wrong way, though I can't quite put my finger on what.
"Do you work here?" She asks, batting her lashes in a way that makes me wonder if she has something in her eye.
I ignore her and turn back to the receptionist. She's usually meticulous, which makes this slip-up even more disappointing. And even worse for her, I happened
