Free Loving Leo (The Romanovsky Brothers Book 3) by Trevion Burns Page B

You’ve Fucked Shit Up Beyond Human Comprehension). Jessica could already see it on all the best seller lists.
    How had this guy not exploded?
    She had a feeling he was closer to explosion than he’d ever been in his life.
    He took a seat at the head of the boardroom table, scowling.  He gazed up at her from under his eyelashes when he realized she was still standing at the door, and motioned to the chair next to him with an open hand.
    No apology for being hours late for their interview.  No inquiries into her physical well-being.  Was she hungry?  Thirsty?  Surely she had to be, after waiting so long?  None of those questions came, because Val Romanovsky didn’t give a shit.
    Men on the verge of explosion rarely did.
    She crossed the room, taking the seat opposite him and watching him flip through her “résumé.” While he was distracted, she pulled a pen from her blazer and placed it on the table.  She made sure his eyes remained lowered as she clicked the pen open.  A red light illuminated, confirming that her “pen” was activated and recording.
    After giving it his attention for all of two seconds, he flung the résumé aside and threw open her portfolio, tossing the pages with such haste he couldn’t possibly be giving any of it a real look.
    The FBI had contracted a real graphic designer to put the portfolio together, and having seen all of it herself, Jessica became annoyed as he hurried through it.  It was beautiful work.
    Val gave up halfway through, slamming the portfolio shut and clasping his hands on the table.  His eyes met hers, and that uninterested gleam was back.
    “Look, I’m not here to waste your time.”  He motioned to the portfolio.  “I like what I see.  You have a good eye, and frankly, my brother and fiance will never get out of my ear if I give this job to anyone else. Tamika should have your new hire paperwork ready.  You start today.”
    Jessica sputtered as he stood tall.  “Um… that’s it?”
    Val re-buttoned his jacket and moved to the door.  This time, he did hold it open for her, hitting her with those impatient eyes when he saw she was still sitting.
    “I’ll walk you to your desk,” he said.
    Jessica’s heartbeat tripled.  “I’m sorry, my desk? I thought Zoey said this position worked from home.”
    He sighed.  “Fifty percent of the positions at this company work from home, but every employee has a desk that is their own.  Even if they never utilize it.”
    Her heartbeat slowed.  “Oh, I see.  That’s nice.”
    His eyebrows rose, and he motioned to the door he was still holding.
    Jessica hurried over, leaving her pen behind, which was still recording on the table.  If she was lucky, Val would claim it and put it in his pocket.  Maybe he’d even take it home with him.
    “Thank you, Mr. Romanovsky, I’m so excited to be part of the team.”
    The only thing Jessica Borgia was excited about was testing out that giant slide.
    Oh, and watching Val Romanovsky burn.
    She was really excited about that one too.
     
    ***
     
    After showing her where her desk was located, Val pawned Jessica off on Tamika, who gave her a grand tour of the office.  An hour later, clutching the copies of her Novsky new hire paperwork, Jessica said good-bye to Tamika and stepped onto the elevator.
    She jabbed her finger into the button for the lobby without relent, knees dancing. Reggie King had exited Novsky over an hour ago.  She was sure Chet had already gathered invaluable information from the device she’d planted on him.  She exhaled in relief when the elevator doors began to slide closed.
    “Hold the elevator!” a male voice cried.
    Not a chance.
    Her knees bopped.
    “Hold the elevator!”
    Jessica shook her head, tapping her teeth. The excitement lighting up her face and claiming her bones dissipated when, just as the elevator doors were inches from sealing shut, a hand zoomed into the space left between the doors.  A Rolex flashed under the elevator’s