Man In Charge (completed)

onprofit. PR and philanthropy and all that. We've put it in our budget but haven't yet found the organization we want to sponsor. Anyway, she bel

had rung. "Now would probably be a bad time to tell yo

more or less a glorified assistant. Not what I'd set out to achieve when I'd accepted my scholarship to Georgetown, but

how to sell it, and even though I'd been turned down by Kendra on several occasio

ppeared from Gr

as. "Here you are trying to enjoy your n

re after a sponsorship. In fact, we're behind our deadline at selecting one. I ju

leasure into business at the drop of a

consumed quite a bit of alcohol. And Teyana would kill m

t of town for who knew how long "finding herself," but there wa

tly sensing my hesitation. "I don't have

im, I unlocked my cel

ts. That's my assistant. Call her next week and schedule an appointme

science Connect." Maybe I could pass the info on to Kendra without tellin

e, his eyes focused somewhere behind me. "Meanwhile, I've been spotted.

e a later. Now that I'd given him Conscience Connect, a hookup was out of the question. It would be too easy for hi

ooked up her com

nformation. I skimmed the crowd. "I don't even know your name

Mr. Sebastian when you call his secretary,"

bastian?" My face felt hot, and it had nothing to do with the alcohol I'd been drinking. I'd been talking to a cele

ned back through our conversation, looking for anything

ebastians on several occasions, and she'd instantly nixed it every time. Something about their family being too clo

a connection. I was pretty sure I could have

a Sebastian," I r

a voice said at my side. An annoyingly de

he wasn't even hotter close up. "You," I said, a bit scornfully because I w

th appreciate my scorn and know full well the

ping we w

don't be

is hair was lighter, I realized, than I'd figured in the dark. Brownish-red with golden hues, so perfectly messy in distribution that it had to be natural. His eyes were a killer blue. I'd always been a

asked, as if I needed alcoh

o pull my gaze away

e bartender who hadn't gone far, that nosy little spy. "Fou

"The source of man

ila i

ther than the liquor would

ut the four shots in front of us, along w