“That’s in four weeks.”
“Is that a problem?” she asks, raising an eyebrow.
Shite.I can’t go back now. “No.”
“Very well, then. Oh, and, Niall?” Weaving her fingers through my hair, she digs her fingernails into the back of my neck and stands on the toes of her red-soled heels. “Your fiancée is a lucky woman. I hope she knows that.” Gloria scrapes across my skin a little deeper and trails her hand down my chest.
Having had enough, I grab her wrist and grip it with enough force to let her know I’m done being fecked with. With a jerk of her arm, she dislodges my hold and with a glare, she drags a pile of folders off the table and storms across the conference room without another word.
I let out a harsh breath. What the hell had I done? What possessed me to tell her that I’m engaged? Of all the ridiculous things I’ve ever said, that may have just topped them all.
The minute Gloria storms out, Vince trails in after her, his eyes bouncing back and forth between the two of us. “Dude, Gloria looks ready to kill someone.”
“Vince, I need a date for the gala.”
He grins and rubs his fingers together, obviously finding the challenge a welcome distraction from actually working. “Now you’re talking my language. I’ve got this under control. What kind of girl are you looking for…blonde, brunette, redhead, slutty?”
I rub my hands over my face and sigh, knowing I’ve screwed myself in the worst way. “The kind who’ll agree to marry me in the next twenty-eight days.”
