The CEO's Christmas Proposition / His Expectant Ex: The CEO's Christmas Proposition. Merline Lovelace
to get pissed. “When you know me better, Devon, you’ll discover I don’t turn it on and off that easily.”
“Don’t you?” Disdain and something very close to disgust darkened her eyes. “Oh, before I forget, your fiancée called a few minutes ago. She heard about the ice storm on the news. She’s been worried about you and wants you to call her back as soon as possible.”
“That’s interesting,” Cal said, his eyes narrowing, “since I don’t happen to have a fiancée.”
“You’d better inform her of that. Now if you’ll excuse me, Mr. Logan, I’ll leave you to make your calls and go make mine.” Her chin came up another notch. “Assuming you still want EBS to work your travel arrangements, that is.”
The realization that she thought he was the kind of slime who would sleep with one woman while engaged to another pissed Cal even more.
“Yes, Ms. McShay, I do.”
“Fine. I’ll work the revised itinerary and get back with you.”
This wasn’t over between them, Cal vowed as she made for the door. Not by a long shot. He’d make that clear shortly. First, he had to deal with Alexis.
His temper simmering, he had the phone in hand almost before the door snapped shut behind Devon. He punched in the country code for the U.S., followed by the number of the Park Avenue apartment he’d leased for Alexis St. Germaine some months ago.
“It’s Cal,” he bit out when she answered.
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