Page 32 of The Sniper
“Tiffany, how are you, darling?”Zane, the creative director from Blush, steps into the reception to greet us in a flurry of colors.His long red coat covers a pair of purple pants and a yellow shirt.
“Christ,” I hear Jayden mumble.I bite the inside of my cheek so I don’t smile.
“Sadie.”Zane kisses her cheeks after mine.“Come through...oh!Who is this hottie?”
“Jayden, my bodyguard.”
“Ignore me.I’ll do my thing,” Jayden says with a quiet authority that has my nipples hardening.
Zane gives me a smile that says he knows exactly how I feel.
Goddamn it.
I thought I was hiding it so well.
CHAPTER SEVEN
JAYDEN
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Iwas wrong.Air conditioningunits are much more interesting than this shit.I’ve been standing at the back of the room for almost two damn hours listening to these insane people rave about glossy fucking this and sticky fucking that.
Pinks.
How many goddamn pink shades can there be?
I’ll tell you how many: four million.
Or so it feels.
At least in my sales role, I could cruise around the city in my car, listening to music, make calls...not go insane.
I’m still reeling from her decision not to have monitored security cameras.I understand her reasoning, but if she’s six feet under, privacy will no longer be a concern.
Surely her father has hashed this out with her.
