Jonathon strode through the doors of The Playbook offices and straight to the receptionist.

“I’m here to see Liam Thompson.”

“Do you have an appointment?”

“No. Tell him Jonathon Ashby is here. He’ll want to see me.”

The receptionist’s eyes grew wide when Jonathan said his name. She fumbled with the phone as she picked it up to notify Liam and Jonathon turned away. People within earshot had all stopped to look at him. As he slowly looked at each person, they busied themselves and moved away. He had his bastard face on—that’s what Natalie called it—and it had the desired effect. He was in no mood to be fucked...