“Hello.”

“Where is Henley?” I assert. Don’t give me your crap, Jenny. I will end you.

“He’s in his office.”

“Which is where?” I begin to get annoyed with this woman and her outright rudeness.

“Take a seat, and I’ll let him know you’re here.”

I roll my lips and take a seat on the couch. I text Henley.

Who the fuck is this receptionist?

A door instantly opens, and Henley comes into view. “Hello.” He smiles. He throws Jenny a quick glance and gestures into his office, and I stand and make my way over.

Jenny pretends to look at her computer, not even looking up.

I walk into the office and turn toward Henley, and he closes the door behind us.

“How did it go?” he asks.

“It was a five-minute conversation. I left before his coffee even arrived.” I cross my arms in front of myself. “The deed is done.”

Satisfaction flashes across his face before he takes me into his arms. “Good.” He kisses me softly.

“Forgot to tell me a small detail that your hot receptionist is in lust with you?”

He chuckles. “She’s just a bit—”

I cut him off. “Rude.”

“Protective.”

I roll my eyes, and his hands drop to my behind, and he bumps our hips together. “What do you want for lunch?”

“You . . . on Jenny’s desk sounds good,” I huff. Why the hell is his receptionist so hot?

“That could work.” He smiles.

I roll my eyes. Seriously, I need to get ahold of this jealousy thing. Why do I think every woman alive is after Henley James?

Because they are.

“I called Chloe, and she can help us out next week.”

He looks down at me.

“Can we go?”

“Juliet.”

I bounce on the spot. “Tell me we can go.”

“All right.” He widens his eyes as if I am a huge inconvenience. “We can go.”

I smile broadly.

“On one condition,” he says.

“What’s that?”

“You let me organize it.”

“Why, because you’re a control freak?”

“Precisely.” He gives me a slow sexy smile, and I feel it to my toes.

“Okay.” I pull him close and kiss him. “I can’t wait to have you all to myself.”

His hands go to my behind. “You already do.”

Knock, knock sounds at the door. Henley steps back from me. “Come in,” he calls.

A man opens the door. “Hen.” He looks up and sees me. “Oh, I’m sorry to interrupt.”

“No, no, please come in.” Henley smiles. “This is Juliet. Juliet, this is Ronan.”

“Hi, Ronan.” I shake his hand.

“Hello, Juliet. Lovely to meet you.” His eyes flick to Henley. “I’m having some trouble getting into the new program.”

“Did you put in the password?”

“Yeah, but it’s asking me for some code or something that is going to be sent to your phone.”

“Ah, okay.” He grabs his phone. “I’ll come and sort it out with you. Back in a moment, Juliet.” He sits me in his chair behind his big fancy desk before leaving with Ronan.

I sit and look around his big office and smile. Wow . . . he really is successful.

I mean, I knew it, but until I saw how swanky his offices are and all his staff buzzing around, it hadn’t really sunk in.

I run my hands over the glass-topped desk and glance down to the drawers. I wonder what he keeps in there. I pull the top one open and instantly see something I don’t want to.

His burner phone.

Ugh, I hate this fucking phone. I pick it up and look at it. How many women are just waiting in here for him to call them?

“What are you doing?” a voice snaps.

I glance up to see Jenny standing at the door. “Oh . . .”

Fuck.

“Don’t go through his things,” she snaps before marching over and snatching the phone from my hand.

“I beg your pardon?” I frown, shocked.

“Do not come into Henley’s office and touch his private things,” she repeats. “I will not have it.”

What the fuck?

“Jenny, I’m his girlfriend. We have no secrets.”

She smiles sarcastically. “Of course you don’t.”

Fuck off . . . Jenny.

“I don’t appreciate your tone,” I say.

“You don’t have to.” With another fake smile, she walks out with his burner phone in her hot little hand.

I officially hate Jenny . . . ugh, I’m infuriated. I can hear my angry heartbeat pumping blood through my body.

She’s been with him a long time. I have to be calm about this and play my cards right, or I’m going to look like a jealous psychopathic girlfriend.

Game on, Jenny. Don’t fuck with me.

Henley

“What do you mean you’re taking a week off?” Jenny gasps. “Since when?”

“Since now.” I sit back down at my desk and turn to my computer.

“Your schedule is way too busy this month to take a vacation.”

“Cancel my appointments.” I open the spreadsheet.

“I’ve been putting off your visit to Dubai for over twelve months. The only place you should be going is there,” she huffs as she comes and stands beside my desk. “It’s just not possible,” she adds.

My eyes rise to meet hers, impatience getting the better of me. “Jenny . . .”

“Yes, sir.” She folds her arms.

“I do not need your permission to take time off.”

“This is untoward . . .” She rearranges the papers on my desk. “You are acting out of character.”

I narrow my eyes as I stare at her. “Are you referring to Juliet?”

“I . . .” She pauses.

“You what?”

“I’m not sure you are thinking clearly, sir.”

I lean back in the chair, my pen between my fingers. “And why is that?”

“Well, you hardly know this woman. How do you know she’s not after your money?”

“We dated three years ago, well before she knew about my money.”

Her eyes hold mine.

“I know her a lot better than you think.”

“I don’t like it,” she snaps.

“You don’t have to.”

“I’m just concerned . . .”

“Enough, Jenny,” I snap, cutting her off. “I am not explaining myself to you. I heard you were rude to her yesterday.” Juliet didn’t tell me this, but I’m reading between the lines. She was definitely ruffled about something after I returned to my office. Knowing Jenny like I do, I know something happened while I was out of my office.

She steps back onto her back foot, affronted.

“You treat Juliet with utmost respect at all times, or you will have me to deal with. Do I make myself clear?”

She twists her lips, annoyed. “Yes, sir.”

I exhale, frustrated. Seriously . . . is everyone purposely trying to piss me off?

She walks toward the door and turns back to me. “You have a visitor waiting in the lounge. Michael Swartz.”

“Send him in.”

“Yes, sir.” She disappears out of the office.

Juliet