All the Right Places (RILEY O'BRIEN & CO #1) by Jenna Sutton Read Free Book Online Page B

your business, asking questions and pushing his opinion on you?”
    She shook her head. “No. He told me he doesn’t micromanage his people.”
    Ava Grace’s eyebrows rose. “Then what do you mean when you say ‘distract’?”
    “Distract as in I can’t think about anything else but stripping him naked and pulling him down on top of me,” she admitted.
    After a beat of shocked silence, Ava Grace hooted with laughter. “Oh, really?” she teased. “Is he that hot?”
    She considered Ava Grace’s question. “Yes, he’s that hot. But it’s more than that . . .” She struggled to find the right words. When she couldn’t, she shrugged her shoulders. “He appeals to me,” she explained lamely.
    Without question, Quinn was physically tempting. But she liked him, too. She had enjoyed their meeting more than she had anticipated, and she admired his obvious dedication to Riley O’Brien & Co., even if he had a blind spot when it came to the women’s division.
    “Did he give you any idea he might be interested in you, too?”
    “I don’t want him to be interested in me,” she replied emphatically.
    Heaven help her if Quinn actually turned the full strength of his hotness her way. She’d never be able to resist the temptation.
    At that alarming yet enticing thought, she broke down and told Ava Grace about the face-in-the-cleavage debacle, causing the gorgeous blonde to almost fall off the chair in hysterics. When Ava Grace’s laughter subsided, Amelia kicked her best friend’s shin with the tip of her worn ballet-style flats.
    “Give me my brownie.”
    Ava Grace grinned slyly. “I’ll give you both brownies if you tell me how you felt when his face was
this close
to your ta-tas.”



Chapter 7
    Amelia evaluated herself in the full-body mirror in the penthouse’s bathroom. She’d chosen a chocolate-brown shirtdress for her first official day at Riley O’Brien & Co.
    It was one of her favorites and never failed to give her a boost of confidence. She definitely needed that boost today.
    Smoothing her hands down the front of the dress, she fiddled with the buttons that ran from collar to hem. She couldn’t decide if she was more excited or nervous. Either way, she decided some positive self-talk might be in order.
    You can do this. You will do this. You’re going to kick butt and take names, and the whole world will want to buy your designs.
    She wanted to show off some of her best pieces while she was here, but doing so would be a challenge since most of them looked best with jeans. She knew she couldn’t walk around in a pair made by the competition without inciting Quinn’s displeasure, but she refused to wear Rileys in public, at least until she’d redesigned them.
    As a result, dresses and skirts made up the bulk of the clothes she’d brought to San Francisco. She’d made sure they would look good with her designs, and the shirtdress was the best of the bunch.
    Made of crisp yet soft cotton piqué, the dress had a subtle texture and a dressy sheen. It conformed to her petite figure so the skirt wasn’t too full and the bodice wasn’t too tight. As Goldilocks had said in
The Three Bears
, it was just right.
    She’d replaced the matching brown belt with one of her own designs. Constructed from caramel-colored leather and accented with dark brown leather stitching, the three-inch-wide belt was held together in the front by a narrower strip of the same leather and a delicate gold buckle.
    Turning sideways in the mirror, she debated which shoes to wear. She definitely didn’t want to go overboard and wear boots every day, so she eventually decided on a pair of nude peep-toes.
    The light color made her legs look longer, which was important because she was kind of stubby, and the four-inch stacked heel gave her some much-needed height. By the end of the day, her feet would ache, but the pain might be worth the gain, for today at least.
    As she dug through her bag of jewelry to find the right