Wrong Date, Right Man: Lock Me Into His World

project department, pus

ions paused, and every pair of eye

over, her expression distant. "You must be t

gave a s

d gestured toward it. "This will be your desk. I'm Raelyn Reid, the

sarcastic smile before turni

ange, but she didn't dwell on it. She took

rojects. Instead, she was constantly being sent off to handle trivial tasks-pri

it without

nusual to start off with errands wh

t Madison's desk. "Head to the cafeteria and pick up our orders. I'll take the steak set with

patience finally snapping. "Are

et. Every head turned

expecting such a response. "What

directly. "You seem perfectly capable of walking to me. And I'm sure you know whe

a newcomer!" she snapped. "What's wrong with asking you to handle a

eliberate. "Printing, deliveries, all of it. But picking up your lunch? Th

ou

going

e cut through the tens

and saw a tall

lean and composed, his features sharp, but h

Wallace. Her

rried toward him, her tone turning respec

e. His attention went straight to Ma

ew here?"

. So he was pretending

chin slightly

several degrees. "Is the project department so overs

ace, I was just trying to help her get

tone was cutting. "Since when do lunch runs

nt, too intimida

his attention b

ject," he said. "You'll

"Mr. Wallace, that project is one of the company's ke

mained fixed on Madison as he added, "You have forty-eight ho

ingful look, he turned on his he

in stunned silence

ood there, mome

. Was this his way of pushing her out-handing

e, the quiet shattere

complicated-part disbelief, part resentme

d him. Forty-eight hours to lock in the R

their voices low but eager. "That

o negotiated with him got forced to d

in just two days? T

red her gaze and flipped open the file

: Roderick Palmer, 52. Profile: Known alcoholic, notorious woma

is was the game. Colten hadn't just as

to prove herself. And this so-called

..

Madison arrived at the

private dining room, where Roderick was

fitted skirt that outlined her figure. Combined with

ne like you?" Roderick's eyes lit up with interest. He stret

ut hesitation and took the sea

ed her a glass of wine. "So you're Madison, right? Young and

glass and took a sm

on't do," he said, frowning. "You have to fi

chimed in. "Come on, Madison. Mr. Palmer's just

the glass back down. "Mr. Palmer, perhap

an wait. At the table, we drink fi

for the bot

"I don't handle alcohol well. If I drink too much

already looked over your proposal-it's not bad. B

came to rest along th

s tone lowering, "this project has plenty

der. "If I take a liking to som

h capable and attractive. I app

on's hand moved and she slapp

g sharply thr

ief before fury exploded across his features. "Y

e and lunged forwar

ent, the door was kic

ck sent him crashing backward into the wal

l into stunn

ll figure in a long black coat. His posture was relaxed,

precision. Then he glanced down at Roderick, sprawled across the table, and spoke in a laz