I say nothing, biting my lip and looking away.
“Was this okay?”
He smiles. “Little late for that, don’t you think?”
“You know what I mean.”
“I do.” Landon nods. “Look, it was six years ago. I’m not over it, because I’m never going to be, but I’ve dealt with it.” He raises a brow as a grin teases the corners of his lips. “And don’t take this the wrong way, but it’s also not like I’ve been celibate for the last six years.”
I roll my eyes. “Yeah, you did take me to your skank-spot, remember?”
He chuckles and reached for me, pulling me close. “This wasn’t wrong, you’re not intruding on anything, and I had a very good time tonight. All of it.”
I give him a wry smile as I nod.
Landon leads me back through the house, but his brow furrows as we reach the front door. “I’m really not trying to kick you out like this.”
“Stop, I get it.” I shrug. “So, we’re good? For work I mean?”
“Just two adults making adult choices, right?”
“Exactly.”
He nods, his eyes darting over my face. “Thanks for a great night.”
“See you at the office.”
I stand on my toes to kiss his cheek before I duck out the door, trench coat and sexy underwear in hand, and the smell of him still wrapped around me.
Chapter Eighteen
Landon
“So, how are things going?”
Don leans back in his big office chair and brings a white Starbucks cup up to his lips.
Technically, I outrank and out-vote Donald Olyov on the board. But if you want to get real, the man has thirty years of boardroom experience over me, and with that, a keen sense of being able to keep his finger on the pulse of the rest of the board. Since this whole thing with Sam, he’s stepped up to fill in on some of my duties.
“Good,” I nod, crossing an ankle over one knee and glancing around the room at Robert Lehman, Michael Standish, and Albert Harris - also present for this meeting.
“Actually, we’re doing really good.”
“How are things going with that Dalton Cole kid?”
I glance back up at Don, clearing my throat and my thoughts.
“Done deal. Signed him this morning.”
He beams. “That’s wonderful!”
“The kid’s young, but he’s got an arm like a fucking scud missile. He’ll do good things here.”
“That’s what we like to hear.” Sam’s lawyers nod approvingly, as if they have any idea how good our new quarterback is. Don sips at his coffee again. “How’s advertising?”
I snort through my nose. “Jesus, we’re running through the whole list, huh?”
“Landon.” Don looks at me sharply. “You know I’m in your camp, but you have to know the board is pretty split on this.”
“Mutinous shits.”
He chuckles. “You know how it is, and you know how investors are. It’s dicey right now, and people get jumpy when prices go down.”
“They’ll go up, Don. You know that.”
He sighs. “Well, let’s hope so. And how are we doing with Ms. Roth?”
I nod. “She’s doing really well. The Dalton Cole deal was actually mostly her doing. She hammered down the final contracting stuff with his people.”
Don nods approvingly.
“She’s a fast learner, and she’s a pretty solid addition to this team.”
The men in the room nod again as Don closes the file folder on his desk and stands. “Well! I guess we’re all done here then!” The rest of us get up and move towards the door to Don’s office before he stops me with a hand on my shoulder.
“Hang back a sec, Landon.”
“Sure.”
I shut the door and lean against it as Don heads back to his desk and sits with a heavy, drawn-out sigh.
“You alright, Don?”
“You and Ms. Roth.” He arches a brow at me from behind his heavy desk.
“Yes?”
“Do I need to be worried?”
I frown, crossing my arms over my chest. “Of course not.”
Shit.
“Landon, you know I’m the last one to have anything to say concerning looking for comfort after-”
“I said it’s not a problem, Don,” I say coldly.
He holds my eyes. “I know Sam taught you a lot, but don’t go mirroring him.”
“Meaning.”
“Meaning I love the guy too but his dick got him in more trouble than I’m betting any of us even know.” He arches a brow. “And we know a lot.”
“I can assure you that my dick is none of your concern. Ms. Roth and I are strictly professionals in this,” I lie.