door. Screw that guy. She’d rather work in the newsroom
anyway.
**
Wes had to stifle a cheer. He’d been listening to Macy
conduct the morning meeting, and, hovered unseen in the hall so as not to
undermine her. He almost stepped in when Walters insulted her. His inner
caveman wanted to punch the guy, but what he witnessed was a much better
outcome.
Macy was no joke. Her ideas, her air of authority, and then
her take down of Walters were all masterful. In the space of one night and one
morning meeting, she’d established credibility, authority, and if he assessed
it correctly, respect. She hadn’t come in and berated the staff but instead
she’d given credit where it was due and pushed some of the younger employees to
challenge themselves.
Women were easy for Wes. Not that he understood them, but
he’d never had difficulty getting them to do anything from fucking him to
working for him to running his errands. They were not a puzzle. Macy Green was
a different story altogether, though. She was going to be a challenge from her
head to her delectable toes.
Getting Macy into bed was on his mind from the moment she
walked into his office. It preoccupied his day to an almost maddening degree.
As for getting Macy into his life, getting her to trust him, he had some work
to do. He was surprised to realize that he wanted to.
Wes decided to stay out of her way the entire workday. He had
made up his mind to pursue her but after seeing her this morning he understood
that she was not to be interfered with on the job. It meant too much to her.
Besides, he had his own work to do with the station and he
continued to check in with his brothers and their assignments from their
father, the Happy Billionaire. The day passed fairly quickly. It was dark out
when he caught the scent of Chanel No.5 mingled with indefinable something
else, and then he heard her talking to Mrs. King. The exquisite Macy Green was
outside his office...
“This gate card will open the gate and the door. Starting tomorrow,
you can use it. I had our chief engineer zap it, or whatever it is he does, to
make it work. It should work. I have no idea how. But it does. You can even
leave it in your pocket and then put your hip to the thingy and it will open
the door. Okay, then, I’m on my way out now—that is, if there’s nothing else.”
“No. That’ll do it.”
Wes heard Mrs. King’s familiar plod fade down the hall. He
decided to take a chance. “Macy. Is that you out there?”
Macy walked into his executive office, “It is. Hello.” Her
honey voice was cultured, to be sure, but there was something lower in it,
something sexy. He wanted to hear it in his ear.
“Have a seat, the newscasts are about to start. Let’s watch
together.” Wes turned up the volume on the center screen of the five monitors
he had mounted in his office.
“I’d normally prefer to watch in the news director’s office,
but he’s been in there slamming the phone down and stalking back and forth on
the carpet all day. I’m going to go with I’m not invited.” She smiled. It was a
self-effacing, welcoming gesture, and it was dead sexy. Laughing, that was his
next project. Did she laugh? Moaning, what did that sound like from her lips?
Wes sat next to Macy on the leather couch facing the
monitors and set the remote that controlled the bank of televisions down on the
coffee table. He leaned back with one arm on the rest and the other on the back
of the couch. He wouldn’t touch her unless she made it clear she wanted it.
So far he only sensed her interest. As the boss in this
situation, he was very careful not to put pressure on her. She seemed like the
type that had total control of her relationships and was not one to be swayed
by a compliment. She had to have received millions.
Macy listened to the WLUV news as it began. She was coiled
up tight and focused. That seemed to be her natural state. All three