The Run In - Kelly Elliott
Release Day: June 6th
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BLURB: THE RUN IN
Becoming the new Marketing Manager at Tate and Cane was a game changer. I was hell bent on proving I deserved this job, and that it wasn’t my cousin Sterling Quinn who had helped me score the new job title. Him being one of the CEO’s best friend—didn’t help the rumors.
Well screw that.
Ten years of sweat and hard work was the reason I was sitting in a large corner office with a killer Manhattan view. More focused than I’d ever been, it was time to take the bull by the horns.
And God help the person who stood in in my way.
Things I left behind in Seattle, Washington: A promising career at a top marking firm, the past I was desperate to escape, and obviously my sense of direction. It was because of all of those reasons I was standing in the middle of New York City lost and cursing at my phone.
If I didn’t get to Tate and Cane soon, I wouldn’t only be late, but also blow the chance to make the good impression on my new boss, Mason Quinn. And I needed that more than anything.
One wrong turn, an unfortunate collision, and an expensive suit drenched in my soy chia tea latte was not how I wanted to start my first day.
Then there was the other little problem I had. The drop dead gorgeous man whose suit I’d ruined was my new boss.
And boy did he look pissed.
EXCERPT : THE RUN IN
A gentleman was walking by and I put on my best smile and asked, “Excuse me, could you point me to the elevators?”
He glared at me like I had committed a crime by speaking to him. He pointed, huffed, then rushed out the door.
“Thank you!” I called out after him. A smile on my face because I knew that annoyed the jack ass even more.
Adjusting my bag and purse over my shoulder, I turned and headed the way he had told me only to come to a small little restaurant.
Whirling around, I took a right and decided to head the other way. The elevators had to be toward the middle of the lobby. I could go left or right. Which way?
“Shit, why is this stressing me out?” I whispered.
Left. No right. No left.
I went right and immediately ran smack into someone.
“Motherfucker!” he cried out as my precious soy chia tea latte drenched him.
“Oh, my gosh! I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you!”
“No fucking shit you didn’t see me!”
Ahh the people of New York City.
Reaching into my bag, I grabbed a few napkins and attempted to wipe the drink off his expensive as hell looking suit.
“Did you not look where you were going?” he asked in an angry tone.
Not looking up at him, I replied, “Well, were you looking where you were going asshole?”
When in Rome, right?
He grabbed my wrist and I gasped at the electric shock that ran through my body. Jerking my eyes up at him, I opened my mouth to demand he let me go when I stopped.
The guy standing in front of me was hella good looking. No. He was more than good looking. Could someone be beyond good looking? Handsome wasn’t the right word, he was beyond that too. His warm honey eyes were staring into my hazel and for a moment, it looked like he was just as stunned as I was.
No. No I knew that look. He was pissed. There was no way a guy this freaking hot would ever look at me with such intensity in his eyes. I was nothing special. My blonde hair was pulled up and I had decided to go light on my make-up today. Mascara and a light coat of powder and a hint of blush were all that grazed my face.
Yet. He was staring at me with a look I’d never seen before in a guy’s eye. Then he furrowed his brows.
Oh yeah. He’s pissed.
“Did you call me an asshole?”
Ugh. He’s one of those guys. God forbid a woman speak her mind.
I returned his stare and focused on my voice being strong and clear. “I did, and if you don’t let go of me, my knee is going to be connecting with your dick in less than five seconds.”
His head slowly tilted to the side and the corners of his mouth rose into the sexiest smile I’d ever seen on a man.