"I don't do drama. I do business." I rolled my eyes reading all the paper work in my desk, trying to ignore the handsome man standing in front of me.
"Then let's get down to business, Miss Powell." He smirked as he sat down in the chair f...
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His eyes are all I could think about. These past couple of days have all been the same, but at the same time different.
Now instead of just focusing on work and getting things done, all I could think about is those piercing green eyes. I ended up seeing him the next day, but I let Kasey show him where his new studio would be and private area. And he just gave me a side glance from where I was standing, giving a small wave and side smile.
He really is a beautiful human being, but right now is just not the time to messing around in a fling, especially with a possible new client, it's not every professional-like.
"Belinda, are you even listening?" Kasey closed her planner. We were currently on the pool side in midday. The sun hitting us the hardest, and we were going over some things for the grand opening party of Powell Records in a couple of days. It seemed like forever since I've had some time off to myself, well with Kasey next to me talking business.
"I'm sorry, what were you saying?"
"Never mind that, what were you thinking about?" She removed her sunglasses as one of my new male staff brings us our lemonades. She muttered a thank you getting both drinks for each of us.
"Nothing really, trying not to stress about the record label and my father." Which is half true, I didn't want to let my father down or my new investment to the company of my own.
"You have nothing to worry about, you got this." And after that we talked more about the details of the party, while we soaked up the sun.
***
By the time I was back upstairs to my bedroom to change and shower, it was already past 6 pm. I had to pick up some of my left over paper work that I had at my fathers company. And instead of sending Kasey, I rather do it myself since I had nothing better to do with my day.
Just when I was walking down the steps of the outside of my home, a white vintage convertible pulls up to the gates.
"Ma'am would you like me to get the car to the front?" My chauffeur Jaxson calls from down the steps. When I was going to say yes I see that the person in the unknown car is Harry. What's he doing here?
"Give me a second Jaxson."
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