Nadia Lee

When Emmett first started texting me for jewelry or fashion advice—within a month of my starting at GrantEm—I subtly asked Marjorie if he did the same with her. Maybe he was using me for a second opinion.

But nope. Marjorie has never been asked. Just me. Aren’t I special, hahaha.

When I requested that he quit asking me, he said he couldn’t. Apparently, I have excellent taste and he wants my input.

–Me: The diamonds. They sparkle more.

–Emmett: So sparkly wins?

–Me: Yes.

Can I go now? I add silently.

–Emmett: Thanks. :)

Jesus, look at that smiley face. It’s more destructive than a hydrogen bomb.

Rick and his kind are why women are convinced that all the good men are either taken or gay.

“So I reserved a rustic cabin in Lake Tahoe.”

But why? When I asked, “Cabin or all-inclusive resort?” Amy picked resort, no hesitation. He should know her preference if he’s really her boyfriend. I know what she likes, and I’m just her boss!

What’s he smoking? Amy likes getting massages when she wants to kick back and pamper herself. Hiking is her idea of torture. How can he not know this?

Uh, no. Amy likes diamonds, not some cheap costume jewelry you picked up from a fair.

After all, Amy is a sparkly diamond kind of girl. She shouldn’t have to settle.

Amy sent them this morning before heading out to a long lunch, undoubtedly to pick up last-minute stuff for her trip. She probably doesn’t think I noticed, but I notice everything about her.

A pale cream top and charcoal-gray skirt fit her slim body well, showcasing the swell of her breasts and long, pretty legs. She’s lost some weight since she joined GrantEm, which is a shame, because she didn’t need to.

As I study her, need clutches my gut, hot and brutal. It’s grown more intense over the past several months. But I shove it aside, put on my most charming boss smile and go over.

“Amy.”