That Kind of Girl (Fillmore & Greenwich Book 2) by Kate Perry Page A

downtown, she could ambush Scott Cleary before he knew what hit him.
    That thought brought her so much pleasure.
    She went to the bathroom and knocked on the door. "Jeannie! I need to shower."
    "You can wait till I'm done," came the muffled reply through the door.
    She pursed her lips. "Are you going to be long?"
    "As long as I want to be."
    She sighed. Normally she'd have just gotten dressed and ran off, but she wanted to be prepared today. Power suit. No yoga pants.
    Jeannie took forever getting ready, but when she finally emerged from the bathroom, Dana jumped in. She showered, styled her hair, and put on makeup, not because she wanted to impress him but because she was going in for the most important meeting of her life.
    Well, she wanted to impress him a little, too. She was a woman—she couldn't help herself.
    But she was going to win, too. She knew it.
    She put on the one splurge she'd made when she'd started working at WL&W: a Donna Karan suit. When she'd tried it on in the store, she'd felt strong and stylish. It was the sort of suit an ad sales exec would wear to win a multi-billion dollar account.
    Or to win her sales incentive back.
    She opted for stockings, because they made her feel powerful, and the tallest heels she had. Looking in the mirror, she declared herself ready.
    She stepped outside, heading to the bus stop. After two steps, she stopped. Not the bus this morning—she was splurging for a taxi.
    Right then, a green-lit taxi came up the street. Taking it as a sign that she was on the right path, she flagged it down and got in. She gave the driver the address, sat back, and tried not to puke with nerves.
    She paid the driver and hopped out. Head high, she strode into the building.
    Kendra looked up, a wary expression clouding her face when she saw Dana.
    Dana smiled reassuringly at her. "It's okay. I'm going to see Scott Cleary. I know the way to legal."
    Before Kendra could do anything, Dana sailed right by. She'd exaggerated in saying she knew where to go. She knew where the legal department was, but she didn't know Scott's precise office.
    It wouldn't be hard to find. She'd just follow the smell of sulfur.
    As it turned out, there was only one office with a light on and someone working inside, and it was him. She took a moment to check him out before descending on him. He wore a dress shirt, no tie, with the collar unbuttoned. His glasses were on straight, and his hair was tidily combed.
    Her attention went back to the hollow of his throat. She bet if she burrowed her nose there it'd be warm and smell clean and manly. She wondered if he'd like being kissed there or if he'd be ticklish.
    She shook her head. Not her business wondering any of that, despite how watching him made her belly warm up.
    Nerves, she told herself. She took a deep breath and stormed in. "Good morning," she said in a strong voice.
    He looked up, surprising her with a look of pleasure. "This is unexpected. Are you in the area for an interview?"
    She smoothed the front of her jacket. "No, I'm here to collect my bonus."
    He shook his head. "I'm sorry, but that's not going to be possible."
    "Oh, I think it will be." She took out the documentation that she'd found and laid it all out on his desk.
    "What's this?" he said, looking at her closely with a peculiar light in his eyes. He picked it up and began reading through it.
    She smiled confidently, waiting for his apology.
    After a long moment, he took his glasses off and shook his head. "The law doesn't apply."
    "The law always applies."
    He shook his head. "Not when you don't earn your incentive. You were fired before you earned it. It clearly states in your contract that you have to be an employee in order to earn it."
    She felt herself go pale. "And that's that?"
    He stood up and went to a file cabinet to the side of the room. He shuffled through some files before he took one out. Opening it, he took out a small stack of paper and brought it over to her. "This is the contract you