Free Never Say Never, Part Two (Second Chance Romance, Book 2) by Melissa Shaw Page A

there, store it all in the garage. I left it open.”
    The surly guy with his cap on backwards gave a grunt of acceptance.  
    Emily didn’t have time, she had to get to Chase.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

    The blonde secretary painted her nails with her tongue stuck between her teeth.
    “I’m here to see Chase Newman.” Emily hadn’t bothered to change, she’d pulled her hair back in a messy bun atop her head and dusted off the loose, sleeveless cotton shirt, but that was about it. She didn’t even have lip gloss.
    Blondie took her time finishing her pinky nail, then looked up languorously from beneath heavy fake lashes. “Name please.”  
    Seriously? She’d forgotten in the span of a few days?  
    “Emily. He’ll know who I am.”  
    “Oh I bet.” The woman rolled her eyes and ran a finger down a register. “Sorry, he’s in a meeting.”
    “I can wait.”  
    “You shouldn’t. He’s got meetings all day.” She yawned wide and blew on her wet nails.  
    “I –”  
    “Hi, I’d like to see Chase Newman.” A man walked up beside her, carrying a heavy briefcase and wearing a suit.  
    “Name please.”  
    “Gregory Lyon.”  
    The receptionist flickered her eyelids and ran that finger down the register again. “Good day, Mr. Lyon. Please, go right up.”  
    Gregory gave his thanks, straightened his dinosaur patterned tie and marched off to the elevator, which waited open for him.  
    “What the hell was that?” Emily asked, leaning over the glass surface of the desk.  
    “Hmmm? Are you still here? Mr. Newman has a busy schedule I’m afraid. He won’t be seeing anyone today.”  
    Emily was dumbfounded. Was this bitch crazy?  
    The receptionist gave her a fake smile and returned to the nail polish.  
    This was utter bullshit. Chase was obviously avoiding and she couldn’t let that fly. She had to get up there to see him.  
    “I want an appointment.”  
    Blondie gave an almighty sigh and didn’t glance up. “Sorry, he’s fully booked.”  
    “For today?”  
    “For the rest of his life. Get the picture already.”  
    Emily reached across, picked up the nail polish sans brush and tossed it against the wall behind the receptionist’s head. It shattered, spraying shimmery pink polish across the wall and the back of her head.  
    “Jesus! What’s wrong with you?”  
    Emily didn’t grant her an answer. She marched to the elevator and punched the shiny button for the twelfth floor. She was tired of being messed with. She wasn’t even angry with the idiotic woman, but she wouldn’t let anything get in her way from now on.  
    A goal was a goal.  
    She entered the elevator and waited for the doors to open.  
    “I’m calling security,” the woman shrieked from the desk. Emily entered the steel box, turned and gave the pink-dotted lady a cheery wink and a wave.  
    Her bravado disappeared when the doors slid open again. The twelfth floor was exactly the same as she’d remembered it, except the glass box with the conference table was filled with men in suits.  
    The guy with the fat briefcase and dinosaur tie was in front, presenting several fossil-like objects with enthusiasm. Chase sat at the head of the table, taking notes and nodding along with the others.  
    So, she hadn’t lied about the meetings then.  
    Emily pressed her lips together. She didn’t want to interrupt, but she couldn’t exactly go downstairs again. Security was probably on the way up by now. She exited the lift and the doors clicked shut behind her.
    This was it. Now or never.
    She walked up to the glass window and waved, but Chase didn’t see her. This would be awkward. She rapped her knuckles against the glass and the dinosaur guy froze mid-gesture. Every head turned in her direction.  
    Their gazes scrutinized her and she dusted her jeans again. Of course she’d chosen today to wear the stained ones.  
    Chase frowned heavily, then said something to the room of men. He stood, made a motion for the