Betty Lou stepped away from Holt. She needed to think, and standing so close to male perfection made it damn near impossible to think about anything other than sex. And more sex.
“What’s going on, Lance? What are you doing here?”
“You know this guy?” Holt all but growled, like he and the other man were two dogs in a standoff over a bone, or a bitch.
Lance pushed passed the red head. “She sure does. She knows me real good. We were going to get married, weren’t we, Betty-Betty-Lou-Lou.”
She clenched her fists. How many times had she told him she didn’t like that nickname? And still the jerk insisted on using it, in that sing song way. Hard to believe she’d been a few weeks from marrying him.
“But then, about six months ago,” Lance tweaked her nose, yet another habit of his she’d tried to break, “my fiancé went off to a friend’s wedding.” He turned to Holt, a slimy smirk on his face. “When she came back she’d decided she didn’t want to get married anymore. I wonder why that was.”
“Lance, we’ll discuss this later. Tell me what you’re doing here now. You said you didn’t want to have anything to do with this, and I quote, toy company.”
“Situations change, sugar lump. As you well know. One minute you’re engaged to be married, and the next you’re not. One minute you’re the owner of a company,” he winked at Holt, “and the next you don’t have two pennies to rub together.”
Holt took a step forward but Betty Lou grabbed his arm. She knew from personal experience that both men were strong and fit. Her cheeks heated. Holy crap, she was in the room with the only two men she’d ever slept with.
“There must be a mix-up.” She turned to Holt and met his gaze. His eyes smouldered, but it had nothing to do with what they’d been discussing earlier. This wasn’t a “let’s get dirty” look, this was a “I’m going to kill this guy” look. “We should all sit down and discuss this rationally.”
“No need.” Lance slapped the papers he held. “It’s all here in black and white, Betty-Betty-Lou-Lou. Your—ah—boss screwed up, didn’t do due diligence, and now he owns squat. I’m your boss.” He shoved Holt aside and sat behind the large desk, stroking the scarred top. “Well, former boss. Because you’re fired.”
“We’re not done here, Lance. I’ll be back.” Holt stormed from the room, punching at his cell phone as he walked. The red head scampered in his wake.
Betty Lou waited a few seconds, then hurried to her office. She had access to all the company files. Somewhere there had to be information she could use to get Lance out of the company. He would just bleed it dry, and she couldn’t let that happen.
Holt was another problem. She didn’t like the idea of his being her boss, but she also didn’t like the idea of never seeing him again. Never touching or kissing him again.
The man of her dreams stepped into her office and shut the door. “Carina has run back to the city. I know you probably don’t like me right now but I need your help.”
She took a deep breath. Decision time.