Free Our Chance by Natasha Preston Page A

usual – I did, too.
    Damon’s work wasn’t far from mine so it didn’t take long to drive, plus by leaving early I’d missed the rush. His building was much fancier than the run-down one I worked in. But then he didn’t work for shits either.
    “Can I help you?” A pair of breasts attached to a human asked. If they were real I was going to kill myself.
    “I’m looking for Damon Masters.”
    She smiled. “Down the hall and second on the right.”
    “Thank you.”
    I walked up the corridor and stopped just before Damon’s office. There was a half wall of glass, which gave me a great opportunity to perv on him in his suit. He oozed importance and professionalism. It was a major turn on. Also he was wearing a suit. I fucking loved him in a suit.
    Feeling warm in all the right places, I sighed and walked in.

Damon
     
     
    Something was up with Nell and it bothered me that she wouldn’t talk about it. Not that she really talked about anything of depth. The things that affected her were reserved just for her.
    I looked at the time on my monitor. 16:58. Thank fuck for that. Nell was meeting me here so we could go to dinner with Chloe and Logan and then back to her place for the night. The back to her place part of the evening couldn’t come soon enough.
    Whatever I was doing at work, no matter how absorbed in a job I was, she was still on my mind. Her big green eyes stared back at me constantly. Every time I scribbled something down with black ink I’d think of her long, dark hair. I was a pathetic moron.
    “Hey.” Nell’s unexpected voice carried through my office sending a thrill right to my dick.
    I looked over my monitor and couldn’t help sucking in a deep breath. She was absolutely stunning. Her hair hung down around her in black waves. She was still dressed from work in a cream dress that showed off those legs. Her lips were bright red and I prayed on all that was holy that she’d have underwear to match it.
    “Hey, you’re early.”
    She walked in looking around. My office was a decent size, with a large desk, bookshelf, seating area and coffee table for meeting clients and Nespresso machine. It was light and probably much more than I deserved considering my short time with the company and the fact that I was right out of Uni.
    “Yeah, Reg and Harry left so we all did too. Your office is amazing. Mine looks like a shoebox compared to this.”
    The people she worked for were pricks. Nell was smart, independent, resourceful, had a shrewd head for business, and great vision, but she was also stubborn. She could get a job with me any time; the company were forward thinking and believed in investing in people. They would create a job for someone that could take the company to new places, Rich had created mine and now he wanted me to go into business with him.
    But when I’d suggested she spoke to the owner and made an appointment with him, she turned me down. I had a lot of respect for her wanting to do it alone but it just seemed crazy to pass up good opportunities because of who recommended them.
    “Rich,” I called as he walked past my office. He stopped and came in, scratching his head. “Everything okay?”
    “Yeah, just on my way to a late meeting.”
    “Oh, sorry, I won’t keep you.”
    He looked at Nell and said, “No, it’s fine.”
    “Rich, this is Nell Presley, Nell this is my manager, Rich.”
    They shook hands. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Nell.”
    “You too,” she replied, dropping her hand to point at me with her thumb. “So you’re the one that employed him?”
    Rich threw his head back and laughed. “That was me. Best thing I ever did too. Got great vision and creativity that one. He’s one of the best.”
    I cleared my throat. “One of?”
    He winked and touched Nell’s arm. I felt a bolt of possessiveness and jealousy. Fucking hell, he only touched her, he wasn’t asking for a shag. “I’m hoping I’ll be able to rename to Brown and Masters soon