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41 " impatiently. “What is it?” Emma seemed to remember how to speak again, but her wide eyes continued "
― J.C. Reed , Conquer Your Love (Surrender Your Love, #2)
42 " to mirror her insecurity. Jett liked his employees like that. Even if they thought he was a real son-of-a-bitch, they worked harder "
43 " in order to please him. “Someone’s here to see "
44 " you. I told him that you’re busy and to arrange an appointment, but he won’t go away. He’s been here for half an hour.” Emma’s words "
45 " Tell him I’m not available.” “He said it’s important. "
46 " They all did. “Then tell him you came to see me and I specifically told you I’m not available.” Emma’s eyes widened just a little bit more, if that was even possible. Her "
47 " frantic glance swept over him in fear. Obviously she wanted to keep her job, but the visitor seemed to frighten her even more than the possibility "
48 " displeasing Jett. He had two options: send the girl back out and risk her coming back, interrupting his obsessing about Brooke, or deal with the visitor. In the end, he decided option two was a tad "
49 " more appealing. “Show him in.” Emma’s expression relaxed instantly and she almost bounced out of his office. "
50 " Glowering, Jett sat back in his chair and began to massage his temples to get rid of the increasing throbbing behind them. If he knew where "
51 " Brooke was he wouldn’t have to deal with this crap, and everything and "
52 " themselves. But as things stood, he had to maintain a façade of normalcy before things blew completely out of proportion. “Jett, my man.” The familiar voice coming from the door jerked Jett "
53 " back to reality. His attention snapped to his life-long friend, and some of the pressure weighing him down lifted. As usual, Kenny had managed "
54 " to dodge any dress code and looked like he was about to step into a bar—or jail—rather than into the office of the realty business’s hotshot "
55 " of the year. Ripped jeans, short sleeved black tee, tattooed upper arms, and pierced eyebrow. Then again, that had been Jett’s style, minus "
56 " the piercing, for many years before he traded Kenny’s wild lifestyle for his father’s business. He still had the tattoos and the almost faded scars to prove it. Jett closed the door, briefly registering "
57 " the curious glances from his employees staring at both him and Kenny. They probably wondered what a man like Kenny was doing in one "
58 " successful companies in real estate, meeting with no other than the CEO. His employees didn’t know the true Jett. No one did. If they did, they’d run. But not Brooke. She had sensed his dark side and fallen in love with him nonetheless. “You "
59 " said you wanted to talk and it was urgent,” Kenny began as soon as Jett had closed the shutters, leaving them sheltered from prying eyes. “I never said "
60 " here.” Kenny shrugged and slumped into Jett’s chair, propping his legs up on the polished oak desk, expertly ignoring the brown leather couches set up near "