Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 101488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
I waited on the other side. “So what’s the smell? Some kind of a lotion, maybe?”
Hudson smirked. “Nope.” He turned and began walking into the back with long strides.
“Wait… Where are you going?”
He spoke without turning. “To my office to work. You should try doing the same.”
“But you didn’t tell me what the smell is.”
I heard him chuckle as he continued to walk. “Have a good day, Simone.”
***
Olivia and I spent the morning going over some initial advertising plans, but her marketing manager really wanted to see how things worked in action. So I took them over to the lab that would be producing the perfumes and brought along a sample kit to show them the process each order would go through. I loved how excited they were to learn more about the product.
After we’d finished, Olivia had to go to a meeting, and the marketing manager was heading to meet a friend for a late lunch, so I stuck around the lab for a while before grabbing a train back to the office.
Hudson’s door was open as I passed, so I knocked.
He looked up from a stack of papers, and I held up a box. “More of the perfume your grandmother liked.”
Hudson tossed his pen on the desk. “Thank you. Are you sticking around late again tonight?”
I nodded. “I have a lot to do. Your team is full speed ahead, and they’ve given me a ton to review already.”
“I’ve been going over your inventory and suppliers and have some ideas I’d like to run by you.”
“Sure. That’d be great. When do you want to do it?”
He motioned to the piles of papers on his desk. “I need a little time to finish up. How about six?”
“Sounds good.”
“Stella?” Hudson called as I turned to go.
“Yes?”
He motioned with his chin toward the box in my hand. “You forgot to give me the perfume.”
I smiled. “Oh. No, I didn’t. You’ll get it when you tell me what the smell was this morning.”
He shook his head with a smile. “Bring it to the conference room at six.”
A little after five, Hudson’s assistant called to ask if I liked Chinese food. Apparently Hudson and I were having a working dinner. I was definitely intrigued about spending some time alone with him. This would be my chance to correct my first—and second and third—impression and show him I wasn’t actually flighty.
At six on the nose, I went into the conference room, armed with a giant file of inventory data, a notebook, and the perfume I’d made. Hudson was already inside with papers spread out, and cartons of Chinese food sat in the middle of the table, along with plates and utensils.
“You ordered garlic chicken, huh?”
Hudson shook his head. “How the hell do you do that? I haven’t even opened the container.”
I smiled. “Cardboard can’t contain garlic.”
Hudson was seated at the head of the table, so I settled into a chair on his left. “Plus, I was going back and forth between garlic chicken and what I ordered, so I had garlic chicken on my mind.”
“What did you order?”
“Shrimp with broccoli.”
“We can share if you want.”
“Okay. Are we eating first or after?”
“Definitely first,” he said. “I didn’t eat lunch, so I’m starving.”
Hudson and I dished food onto our plates. He lifted his chin to the perfume box and said, “Baseball glove oil. Now pass that over, smartass.”
I smiled. “You play baseball at six in the morning?”
“No, but Charlie wants to join a peewee softball team. She only wanted the one purple glove they had at the store. Of course it’s a piece of crap. So I’ve been trying to make it softer by massaging oil into it so she can at least open the damn thing with her little hand.”
“Ah.” I nodded and pushed the box of perfume over to him. “Lanolin. I don’t know how I didn’t identify it.”
“Perhaps you should stick to gin.”
Hudson winked, and I felt a little flutter in my belly. God, I was pathetic. Why couldn’t a simple wink from Ben get me all hot and bothered? We’d had two dates and…nothing yet.
I popped a shrimp into my mouth. “Can I ask you something?”
“Would it stop you if I said no?”
I smiled. “Probably not.”
He chuckled. “No wonder you and my sister get along so well. What’s your question?”
“When exactly did you figure out I wasn’t who I said I was at Olivia’s wedding?”
“When you told me your last name was Whitley. Evelyn Whitley and my sister had been friends since high school. She was also close to my ex-wife for a while. The three of them travel in the same social circle. I suppose there could’ve been two women named Evelyn Whitley, but once you told me you’d worked at Rothschild Investments, it obviously confirmed my suspicions.”
I nibbled on my bottom lip. “So before that…when we danced that first time, you had no idea?”