Catching Sparks (Cherry Peak Book 2)

I would rather pluckmy eyes out with rusted nails than listen to Blake Sterling drone on and on about next quarter’s budget for a single moment more. The only budget I care about is the one that ensures my bank account continues to grow nice and fat.

Blake has a way of speaking down his nose at the rest of us, a false king on a stolen throne. I’m self-aware enough to recognize my own habit of doing the same, but I’m no false king, and my throne was crafted just for me.

Unfortunately, my own feelings on the matter have mattered fuck all. While Blake may be nearly as big of a prick as me, he has expertise in finance that is invaluable to my company—the record label that has become my only love. His arrogant ass knows exactly that, and he makes sure I won’t forget it as often as possible.

The boardroom is freezing, the air conditioning puffing heavily regardless of the early spring chill outside. I’ve always grown too hot in these meetings, the weight of multiple beady eyes on me cranking the dial on my internal temperature until I’m fighting a sweat. Nobody in this room will ever know that little tidbit, however. Not ever.