Priya would do anything for her family's Indian art auction house -- even attend a posh house party with rival auctioneer (and childhood enemy) Gavin. Competing with the annoyingly perfect man is one thing, but kissing him complicates matters, especially since she needs that sale to get her father’s respect, and the promotion she deserves.
Gavin Carlyle is here. Because of course he is.
Tension snaps my back ramrod straight and my fists clench at the sight of him, my body getting ready for a fight.
I’ve got too much to do today, and I can’t deal with my mortal enemy since pre-school. It takes a lot of energy to hate the same person for so long, but my natural pettiness really helps.
Character faults aside, I don’t need him here now when I’m trying to devote all my energy on wooing this client at a Four Seasons power lunch. Gavin looks busy (and annoyingly sexy in his suit) at his own table, so hopefully he’ll stay away.
Or maybe a very specific, very small sinkhole will open up under his chair and swallow him into the earth, quickly closing before anyone else’s day can be disturbed.
I physically, but subtly, shift my chair and hunch down so I can’t see Gavin, and force myself to relax. I turn my attention back to Harrison Richmond.
“How’s your daughter doing?” I ask. We’ve been at lunch for about 45 minutes now, and even though I just want to ask him about his art pieces, I’ve got at least another 15 minutes of small talk to go. I’m timing it.
So far, I’ve gushed over his company’s new ad campaign and his wife’s latest charity ball. Which had legitimately been fun.