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did he hate waiting. He looked down at his Rolex watch and shook his head before pickin

the other people in the place. He had called him when he was at the office to mee

wanted to see him for would have to be postponed until tomorrow. He had

s

Olivia had also called him to tell him she was in town visiting her fiancé and would like for them to meet for lunch. She probably wanted to introduc

he moved to Alaska or Alabama to be with him; he couldn't remember which. He wondered why it was taking HR so long to find a r

alked to him and asked. He was in an Italian hotel, so it was j

e ordering dinner in five minutes or so

hen he walked away, a

lder of his grandfather's corporation. At twenty-three, he built his own company from scratch, a company that produced syrup. He had started by just taking an interest in maple s

the company, so he had a lot he needed to tend to. He wasn't kidding when he said he

rdwork and working endlessly, seizing up op

't planning on doing that at all, but it was what it was. He wasn't going to let someone else push

lmost an hour when he could be doing something productive. He already had the top three buttons of his shirt off; now he thought it was time to roll up his

e voice ask, and he looked at who it was from

tty, but no

or a friend," he said, not wanting to be rude becaus

lked away. As she walked, she wiggled her butt, bu

pposed to, that wouldn't have happened, or probably wouldn't have, be

grin on his face as he walked to him, and Blake rolled his eyes. Of course, he was the only human he knew that would turn up late and still be proud. He str

late!"

so I had to tackle it," he said, and Bla

just as the uniformed man came back t

is food, then they could talk about whatever it w