Chapters (48)
- Cover
- PRAISE FOR ALEXA MARTIN’S PLAYBOOK SERIES
- Titles by Alexa Martin
- Dedication
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- Prologue
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- Thirty-four
- Thirty-five
- Thirty-six
- Thirty-seven
- Thirty-eight
- Epilogue
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- About the Author
- What’s next onyour reading list?
I sit in the chair across from him—the same place I was sitting when he told me my job was on the line—ready to prove just how valuable I am. I swipe open the iPad screen and go straight to my notes app.
“Now, what exactly is this event for? Once I know that, we can come up with a theme and let ideas begin to form from there.”
I love the details and even the technical aspects of an event, but the beginning stage, where I can let my imagination run wild, is my favorite part.
“Actually, my dear,” he says, and I hope I hide the way I cringe from a person in power calling me by a term of endearment. Gross. “I can’t tell you anything about this event until you sign an NDA. We want to make sure everything about this stays under lock and key until it happens.”
I’m sure a nondisclosure agreement would throw most people, but I’m not most people. And as someone who has been on the other side of these situations, I understand the need to keep the details of a high-profile event under wraps.
To be honest, I always thought the people who signed them—no questions asked—were a little nutty. But now that I’m on the other side, I get it. It’s kind of thrilling to be in the know on something so secretive and important. And after the way Quinton just stepped up to the plate, I can’t wait to see what Mr. Mahler does next.
“Not a problem, Mr. Mahler. I understand your discretion and I have no problem signing an NDA.” I sit up as straight as possible and hope my posture helps me come across as assertive. “But while we wait, basic details—like if it will be a formal sit-down dinner or more a cocktail hour with passed hors d’oeuvres, and what the anticipated guest count will be—will at least give me some kind of starting point. The date would be the most helpful. I can’t even begin looking for a venue if I don’t know when I’ll need it.”
“Oh, well, I guess I don’t see the harm in that. The event won’t take place until the first week of January. We want it to be a Friday so we won’t have to worry about it interfering with the playoffs. It will be small, I’d say somewhere between thirty to forty guests. We want to keep it intimate.” He folds his hands on the top of his desk. “I know you people love a big loud party, but sometimes it’s better to keep it small.”