Free Without Limits: Austin (Rugged Riders Book 4) by Ambrielle Kirk

massive hangover. What was she thinking when she agreed to go to that initiation party with the girls last night? How would she have known that her father would call an impromptu Monday afternoon meeting?
    The elevator finally came to a stop on the fifteenth floor and corporate offices of Svelte Technologies. Zaira stepped into the main lobby and was promptly greeted by the receptionist at the desk.
    “Zaira,” Patrice called out. “Nice to see you again. Are you working a late shift tonight?”
    “Hi, Patrice. No, not tonight.” Zaira approached the desk and placed her briefcase on the black marble floor. “I was scheduled to be off today, but I’m here for the one thirty meeting. It’s in the main conference room, right?”
    “Let me check.” She scanned the computer briefly before looking up again. “Actually the re-organization meeting is in your father’s office. I’ll let them know you’re here.”
    “Thank you.” Zaira said her farewell to Patrice, and then used her pin to enter the main suite.
    Since when did her father call private impromptu meetings?
    Zaira bit the inside corner of her lip. The last time they discussed business on short notice, the conclusion was an addition to Svelte’s product line. During the transition, she nearly doubled her working hours at the office. Maybe her father had even more plans to increase her workload.
    She greeted a few people along the way, passing the rows of cubicles and offices. She had a good working relationship here with her colleagues for the most part. But the majority of the people didn’t see her as the temporary accountant who worked odd hours to make up for the current vacancy in the CFO office. They saw her as the only daughter to the owner of the company.
    The door to her father’s office suite was closed. Behind it, she heard the voice of her father and one other in room. She knocked softly at the door.
    “Come on in,” her father called.
    With keen curiosity she pushed the door open. The first person she saw was her father’s smiling face as he sat behind his large oak desk. There were three chairs directly in front of him. One was empty. One was occupied by Marcus Brooks, Svelte’s CEO. She recognized the third person as Trent Stone just as she stumbled inside the office. Her insides tightened and warmth fanned across her body. Zaira tried to hide her surprise and muster some semblance of composure, but she was truly struggling inside the four-inch stilettos she wore. Last night’s encounter with Trent at the house party suddenly came back to her. Even now she couldn’t remember much between them leaving the party and right now. Damn, she couldn’t even remember how she’d gotten into her bed last night. Since all her clothes were still intact when her buzzer went off this morning, she figured nothing out of the ordinary had went on between her and Trent. Or had it…?
    “Zaira, you’re right on time.” Her dad held his hand out toward the empty seat. “Marcus, Trent, and I just got back from lunch. You’ve had lunch already, haven’t you?”
    There was a small Cuban cafe on the first level of the building that served the most delicious sandwiches and wraps and the best Cafecito . Dad knew she loved to eat there on her days in the office.
    “Yes.” This was half of the truth. The apple and bag of chips she ate on the way here hardly qualified as lunch, but she didn’t need to explain that she was still recovering from a late night out and a hangover.
    The men stood as common courtesy as she took her seat. As Zaira got comfortable and crossed her legs, she caught Trent’s gaze and his quirky grin. It dawned on her that he knew a lot more about what happened last night than she did.
    “We’ve known each other for years, so I won’t worry about all the formalities.” Her dad rested back in his big leather chair as he spoke and linked his fingers together. He smiled. “I finally have a team of my most trusted to take this