She returned to her office only to have Stacey knock on her door half an hour later, and she looked up and nearly frowned but waved the woman in “What can I do for you?”
“Mr Hayes told me to give you this, if you won’t accept the dress,” and she placed a cheque on the desk for the cost of the dress.
Wynta shook her head and pushed it back across the desk. “That is not at all necessary.”
“He thought you might say that, so he instructed me to tell you, and I quote him “it’s the dress or the cheque, or him sitting here in your office until you accept one or the other from him.” Stacey smiled at her. “The choice I believe is now yours, what will it be? I’m to stand here until you make a decision.”
Her jaw ticked, and she picked up the cheque and looked at it. He was likely a very busy man, and wouldn’t have the time to sit in here all day. It was a bluff, she realized. “I call his bluff.” She smiled at Stacey. “You may take that cheque back.” She stated and saw Stacey just roll her eyes and leave the office.
Only to frown 10 minutes later when Jared strolled on to the marketing floor along with Dwane, and they stopped and chatted with her team and handed out coffee, and he looked right at her with a smile through that glass window. He was carrying that dress bag, and then he walked over and into her office. “Ah Wynta, there you are,” he stated, and his voice practically dripped with charm.
Her eyes moved from him to Dwane, who tipped his coffee cup up to her and chuckled softly.
Here eyes moved back to Jared as he walked over and placed that dress on the coat rack and then put a coffee in front of her, and sat himself down across from her desk. “A bluff you say.
He smiled at her and casually leaned back in that chair, put one ankle over his knee and sipped from his own coffee cup.
Her eyes narrowed on him. “What do you want? Or can you not take a hint.”
“Hmm, I think what I want is obvious,” he stated, and she saw Dwane actually really laugh and then turn away to her team. “I can take a hint, but I owe you one dress and so…” he left it unsaid.
“Look, I get that your father has told you to replace the dress or something like that, but it is not at all necessary.”
“My father? I bought that dress myself because of what happened, and I realized I was the cause of the dress getting ruined.”
She shook her head. “The pack paid for the dress, you mean.” She stated right back. “Put on the company card I imagine, so no, you didn’t buy that dress yourself.”
Jared frowned right at her now. “I actually did. I started my own company just over eight years ago and live off the money I make. I paid for that dress,” he stated, and she could hear the annoyance in his voice now. She’d touched on a nerve, it seemed.
“Look, I didn’t want to attend that wedding. I was tricked into it by your father. One of those you sign for the invite that’s you accepting it and saying you going. I didn’t want to waste money on that dress and I only intended on wearing it once and then selling it online to make my money back. The dress means nothing to me. So keep it,” she told him the honest truth. I’ll, however, accept this coffee by way of your apology if that makes you happy.” She stated and picked up the coffee and sipped it.
He was just frowning at her now, and it did actually mar his good looks. “You’ll get wrinkles doing that,” she snorted and pointed at his forehead.
Both she and Jared turned to look at his Beta, who was out there with her team and had just burst out laughing. She could well imagine it was over her comment, and when his eyes met hers, she tipped her coffee cup to him, and he shook his head and she chuckled softly.
Jared turned back to her. “I’m going to sit here until you accept the money or the dress,” he stated, “I can work from this side of your desk all week long, all month long, and just so you’re aware, because you may not be yet. Father has sent my two brothers to run my business, and I’m here for the foreseeable future.
“Hell, I could move a desk in here if you like. It’s up to you, Wynta, and I’ll be ever so charming, for all of your office to see, every day. Hmm, I just moved into one of those new penthouse apartments and could see my way to picking you up and dropping you home every day till I get what I want.” He smiled right at her.
It was her turn to frown now. “Why are you so insistent on this? It’s just a dress.” she muttered.
“Yes it is. Why are you so stubborn when it’s just a dress?” he asked right back. “I’ve stated clearly there are no strings attached. Accept the dress or the cheque.” He stated, “and I’ll walk out of this office and clear up why I’m here as well.” He leaned forward and cheque on her desk.
“Fine,” she muttered and took the cheque. “Only because I was going to sell the dress anyway.”
He stood and smiled at her, collected the dress and walked from her office, turned at the doorway and stated for anyone that was listening, “I and my friends thank you for sorting those penthouse apartments for us here in the city Wynta. We didn’t relish living with our parents once more. So, the coffee for you and your team is on us today.” He smiled and walked off that dress bag casually tossed over his shoulder.
Wynta
Her day was long and just about everything was annoying for her, because Jared had bested her and she’d not expected him to even try. The hours of the day seemed to just be dragging out for her, and it only got worse when Carlotti stalked into her office grating out her name like she was some shrill banshee.
Then just slammed her office door shut and stalked over to her desk and glared at her. “Who the hell do you think you are?” she grated out.
Wynta leaned back in her chair and stared at her. She had absolutely no idea what this she-wolf wanted with her or what she was babbling about. “What do I own to this unpleasant visit from you to my office?” Wynta asked curiously.
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