The next morning, Madison arrived at the office in a sleek navy dress and heels sharp enough to kill. Nicholas didn’t say a word when she walked in, but his eyes lingered longer than usual.
She noticed.
Madison Torres (FL)
(Sets down her tablet) Don’t worry, boss.
Madison Torres (FL)
I dressed like a professional. No “ridiculousness” today.
Nicholas Grey (ML)
(Glances at her, his jaw tight) … We’ll see.
Madison Torres (FL)
(Smirks) You’re welcome.
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The client meeting went smoothly too smoothly. The wealthy investor Madison had charmed laughed at her jokes, nodded at her presentation, and even complimented her style.
Nicholas? Barely said more than two words the entire hour.
Afterward, back in his office, he closed the door behind them.
Nicholas Grey (ML)
(Slowly taking off his jacket) You think you’re clever.
Madison Torres (FL)
(Leaning on the desk) I know I’m clever.
Madison Torres (FL)
You didn’t even have to talk.
Nicholas Grey (ML)
(Watching her, voice low) He was staring at you.
Madison Torres (FL)
(Blinks) … What?
Nicholas Grey (ML)
(Sharp) The client.
Nicholas Grey (ML)
He couldn’t stop staring.
Madison Torres (FL)
(Grinning) Jealous, Mr. Grey?
Nicholas Grey (ML)
(Cold, but faintly) Don’t flatter yourself.
Madison Torres (FL)
(Laughs) Dinner’s tonight.
Madison Torres (FL)
Don’t be late.
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That night, Madison told Lila about the strange way Nicholas looked at her when the client complimented her.
Lila (FL best friend)
(Typing furiously) Girl… that man is so jealous it hurts.
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