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shouldn’t feel sorry. The job is great, and in fact I love it. I
get to meet all these rich and famous people when they contact the office for
retail property inquiries.” Sorcha shrugged and started picking at the edge of
her beer label. “I owe you a lot for getting me the job.”
    “Sorcha, you got the job. I just got you the
interview. If Rian Hartford didn’t want you I can
guarantee you wouldn’t be sitting in that ritzy office five days a week.”
    Sorcha
nodded and stared at the condensation on the bottle in front of her. “The man
just drives me insane, Cora, like so damn crazy that I have never wanted to
kick a man in the junk, or strip my clothes off and lie on my desk for him,
more times than I have working for Rian Hartford.”
    Cora
laughed loudly. “Join the club, girl. That man rubs everyone the wrong way with
his cocky, bastard-like attitude, and also has the women dropping their panties
and grabbing their ankles. But if he was a pushover he wouldn’t be at the top,
or have so many sexual conquests under his belt.”
    “Well,”
Sorcha straightened and looked at Cora. “I can see why he goes through
secretaries so fast. They probably can’t stand his arrogant ass either.”
    “ That, or they were fucked so hard by him they couldn’t walk
into work the next day.”
    Sorcha
started laughing.
    Cora
shook her head. “But seriously, you know the majority of them left because he
fucked them and then refused to have more of a personal relationship with
them.”
    “The majority?” Sorcha lifted a brow and
grinned.
    “Okay,
not the majority, but more than one and that is a lot.” Cora stood. “I’m
getting a couple more beers. You want the same thing?”
    “No,
give me something hard, because I have a feeling whatever Rian Hartford wants from me tomorrow is going to make me wish I had gotten trashed.”

Chapter
Three
     
    Sorcha
felt the drool on the side of her face before she even blinked her eyes open.
Her pillow was damp beneath her cheek, and when she lifted her head and glanced
at the clock, she had to blink a few times to have the numbers become clear.
She might still be slightly drunk, and she also knew that her hangover would be
hell rolled over and shat upon. At twenty-five one would think she could have
known when to say stop to the alcohol, but after a certain number of shots she
was feeling good, and certainly didn’t want the fun to stop.
    Now
she regretted tossing the drinks back like they were water, but then again Cora
had been buying, and Sorcha’s day had been shitty.
    She
glanced at the clock again, rubbed her eyes to try and clear her blurry vision,
and then did a double take. “Shit.” Eleven in the morning was late as hell,
especially when she had to meet Mr. Hartford in an hour, and traffic would be a
bitch. Sorcha rolled out of bed and immediately clutched her head in pain. She
stumbled over her clothes scattered on the floor, and opted to forgo a shower
to make sure she could get there on time, but screw that. She smelled the
alcohol coming from her pores.
    “You’re
up early.”
    Sorcha
glanced at the small couch in her living room, and saw Cora sprawled out on it.
The blanket covered half her face, and she was in her bra and underwear.
    “I’m
going to be late for the meeting with Mr. Hartford, and it isn’t early, but
eleven in the freaking morning.” She grabbed an outfit from her closet, a clean
pair of panties and a bra, and headed into the bathroom. She was going to have
to take the quickest shower in the history of showers if she was going to be
even ten minutes late.
    Once
she had her hair and body washed, she toweled off, got her underwear off, and
quickly rubbed on some concealer under her eyes to get rid of the raccoon look.
She put her hair in a bun, and got dressed. It was Saturday, and fuck Rian Hartford if he thought she was snazzing up for this impromptu meeting he had planned.
    “Good
luck,” Cora said without moving from the couch, or