“I’m sorry. I—” I whispered, all the fight leaving my body as embarrassment replaced it instead. “You’ve got ten seconds to get the fuck out of this conference room.” I took a step back. He was right. God, he was so right. Of course he hadn’t thought I’d actually burst into the room. Although…Penelope had let me right through. She’d even waved me in like it wasn’t at all an inconvenience. “I understand,” I murmured, taking a step back in my bare feet. “Heartbreaker”—he pinched the bridge of his nose—“not you. Never you. Them.”
HE SAID EVERYONE GET THE FUCK OUT I GOTTA TALK TO MY FUTURE WIFE
