Reno and Trina: In the Shadows of Love, Book 12 by Mallory Monroe Page A

with
their various women or men, wishing it was Trina, or Reno, beneath them.   But Reno and Tree didn’t have such
thoughts.   They wouldn’t dream of
it.   Nobody else was even in the vicinity
of their radar, as they joined their sweet and sweaty bodies together, and
came.

 
    That next
morning, when Quinn woke up, Mick was gone.   When she showered and dressed and hurried into work, hoping to see him
again and see where it all might lead next, she was floored to discover that he
wasn’t at the PaLargio either.   He and
his entourage had checked out of the hotel and, as swiftly as he had arrived,
had left.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

CHAPTER SEVEN

 
    “She’s on
her way up to see him,” the downstairs receptionist said, “and she’s in a
mood.”
    “She just
arrived?”
    “She just
arrived.   And man is she upset.”
    “Don’t
worry,” Quinn said into the phone.   “I’ll
handle the bitch.”
    The other
assistants in Reno’s outer suite of offices looked at her.   But then they got back to work.   She was the senior executive assistant, which
made her their boss, and all of them knew not to cross Quinn.   Especially since she was already upset about
the sudden decampment of the man she thought was going to sweep her off her
feet, when all he did was sweep her under a rug.
    And when
Trina arrived inside of Reno’s outer offices, Quinn had the nerve, the gall
some of the ladies thought, to step in front of her.   “He’s in,” she said to Trina, “but he’s
extremely busy right now.   Perhaps I can
help you?”
    Trina
couldn’t believe the nerve of this woman.   She was already angry.   “Perhaps
you can get out of my face,” she said, “before I slap the shit out of yours.”
    The other
assistants in the room, who long since thought Quinn was too big for her
britches, smothered their laughs.  
    Quinn
stepped aside.   Trina gave her one of
those girl, you better be glad I have
bigger fish to fry looks, and then headed into Reno’s office.  
    As was
almost always the case, Reno was not alone.   His managers and other senior personnel were all over his office.   Some on the phones, some at the conference
table, others surrounding him at his desk.   When he looked around them and saw Trina, he could see her mood.   “What’s wrong?”
    “I need to
talk to you,” she said, as she stood in front of his desk and folded her arms.
    “Everybody
out,” Reno said.   He had an idea what it
was about, and if he was right, it was personal.    Because his staff knew his ways, they didn’t
hesitate either.   They hurried out,
closing the door behind them.
    “What is
it?” Reno asked her.
    “You’d
better tell Quinn to watch it,” she said.   “I almost fired on her ass.”
    Then she got
to the main reason she needed to see him.   “Why did you threaten Amy?”   She
still couldn’t believe it.   “Why did you
tell her that you would harm her if she came to work for me?”
    Reno leaned
back in his chair.   “She’s bad news,
Tree.”
    “And Quinn
isn’t?   Where do you get off deciding who
I can and cannot hire, Reno?   You don’t
own Champagne’s. You have no say in how I run that company.”
    “Like hell I
don’t!   I have a say in every aspect of
your life, and you have a say in every aspect of mine.   She’s not working for you, Trina, and that’s
all there is to it.”
    “Why, Reno?”
    Reno
frowned.   “What do you mean why?”
    “What I
said.   Why?   Why are you so against her?”
    “She tried
to play my own business associates against me, and you’re asking me why I’m
against her?”
    “And?”
    “And?   That’s enough.   That’s more than a fucking ‘nufff!”
    But Trina
was shaking her head.   “No, it’s not,”
she said.   “Not for you to be threatening
that woman and treating her like that.   No.   This is personal with
you.   This is specific.”
    Reno nodded
his head.