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Bennett Fox walked into my life on one hell of a crappy Monday morning.<\/span><\/p>\n I was late for the first day at my new job\u2014a job I\u2019d now have to compete for even though I\u2019d already worked <\/span>eight years<\/span><\/i> to earn it, because of an unexpected merger. She\u2019d ticketed a long line of cars\u2014except for the Audi parked in front of me, which happened to be the same make and model as mine.<\/span><\/p>\n Annoyed, I decided to <\/span>regift<\/span><\/i> my ticket to the car that had evaded a fine. \u00a0Chances were, the owner would pay it and be none the wiser.<\/span><\/p>\n Except, I <\/span>accidentally<\/span><\/i> broke the windshield wiper while slipping the ticket onto the car\u2019s window.<\/span><\/p>\n Seriously, my day couldn\u2019t get any worse.<\/span><\/p>\n Things started to perk up when I ran into a gorgeous man in the elevator. \u00a0We had one of those brief moments that only happened in movies.<\/span><\/p>\n You know the deal\u2026your body lights up, fireworks go off, and the air around you crackles with electricity. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n His heated stare left me flush when I stepped off the elevator. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Maybe things here wouldn\u2019t be so bad after all. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Or so I thought.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n Until I walked into my new boss\u2019s office and met my competition.<\/span><\/p>\n The gorgeous man from the elevator was now my nemesis. His heated stare wasn\u2019t because of any mutual attraction. \u00a0It was because he\u2019d saw me vandalize his car. And now he couldn\u2019t wait to annihilate his rival. <\/span><\/p>\n There\u2019s a fine line between love and hate\u2014and we shouldn\u2019t cross it. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n We shouldn\u2019t<\/span><\/i>\u2014but straddling that line could be so much fun.<\/span><\/p>\n Find\u00a0We Shouldn’t<\/em> on GOODREADS<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Excerpt<\/b><\/p>\n Figures.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n It was the gorgeous guy I\u2019d seen in the elevator. And here I thought we\u2019d had a little spark. <\/span><\/p>\n Bennett Fox grinned like he\u2019d already been named my boss and extended his hand. \u201cWelcome to Foster Burnett.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Ugh.<\/span><\/i> He wasn\u2019t just good looking; he knew it, too. <\/span><\/p>\n \u201cThat would be Foster, Burnett and <\/span>Wren, <\/span><\/i>as of a few weeks ago, right?\u201d I iced my subtle reminder that this was now <\/span>our <\/span><\/i>place of employment with a smile, suddenly thankful my parents had made me wear braces until I was nearly sixteen. <\/span><\/p>\n \u201cOf course.\u201d My new nemesis smiled just as brightly. Apparently his parents had sprung for orthodontic care, too. <\/span><\/p>\n Bennett Fox was also tall. I once read an article that said the average height of a man in the US was five-foot-nine-and-a-half inches; less than fifteen percent of men stood taller than six feet. Yet the average height of more than sixty-eight percent of Fortune 500 CEOs was over six feet. Subconsciously, we related size to power in more ways than just brawn. <\/span><\/p>\n Andrew was six foot two. I\u2019d guess this guy was about the same.<\/span><\/p>\n Bennett pulled out the guest chair next to him. \u201cPlease, have a seat.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Tall and with gentlemanly manners. I disliked him already.<\/span><\/p>\n During the ensuing twenty-minute pep talk given by Jonas Stern\u2014in which he attempted to convince us we weren\u2019t vying for the same position, but instead forging the way as leaders of the now-largest ad agency in the United States\u2014I stole glances at Bennett Fox. <\/span><\/p>\n Shoes: definitely expensive. Conservative, oxford in style, but with a modern edge of topstitching. Ferragamo would be my guess. <\/span>Big feet, too<\/span><\/i>.<\/span><\/p>\n Suit: dark navy, tailored to fit his tall, broad frame. The kind of understated luxury that said he had money, but didn\u2019t need to flaunt it to impress you. <\/span><\/p>\n He had one long leg casually crossed over the other knee, as if we were discussing the weather rather than being told everything we\u2019d worked twelve hours a day, six days a week for was suddenly at risk of being in vain.<\/span><\/p>\n At one point, Jonas had said something we both agreed with, and we looked at each other, nodding. Given the opportunity for a closer inspection, my eyes roamed his handsome face. Strong jaw, daringly straight, perfect nose\u2014the type of bone structure passed down from generation to generation that was better and more useful than any monetary inheritance. But his eyes were the showstopper: a deep, penetrating green that popped from his smooth, tanned skin. Those were currently staring right at me.<\/span><\/p>\n I looked away, returning my attention to Jonas. \u201cSo what happens at the end of the ninety-day integration period? Will there be <\/span>two <\/span><\/i>Creative Directors of West Coast Marketing?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Jonas looked back and forth between us and sighed. \u201cNo. But no one is going to lose his or her job. I was just about to tell Bennett the news. Rob Gatts announced he\u2019ll be retiring in a few months. So there will be a position opening up for a creative director to replace him.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n I had no idea what that meant. But apparently Bennett did. <\/span><\/p>\n \u201cSo one of us gets shipped off to Dallas to replace Rob in the southwest region?\u201d he asked.<\/span><\/p>\n Jonas\u2019s face told me Bennett wouldn\u2019t be happy about the prospect of heading to Texas. \u201cYes.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n All three of us let that sink in for a moment. The possibility of having to relocate to Texas shifted my mind back into gear, though. <\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWho will make the decision?\u201d I asked. \u201cBecause obviously you\u2019ve been working with Bennett\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Jonas shook his head and waved off what I was beginning to question. \u201cDecisions like this\u2014where two senior management positions are being merged into one office\u2014the board will oversee and make the final determination of who gets first pick.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Bennett was just as confused as me. \u201cThe board members don\u2019t work with us on a daily basis.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cNo, they don\u2019t. So they\u2019ve come up with a method of making their decision.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWhich is?\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019ll be based on three major client pitches. You\u2019ll both come up with campaigns on your own and present them. The clients will pick which they like best.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Bennett looked rattled for the first time. His perfect composure and self-assuredness took a hit as he leaned forward and raked long fingers through his hair. <\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019ve got to be kidding me. More than ten years, and my job here comes down to a few pitches? I\u2019ve landed half-a-billion dollars of ad accounts for this company.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m sorry, Bennett. I really am. But one of the conditions of the Wren merger was that due consideration be given to the Wren employees in positions that might be eliminated because of duplicity. The deal almost didn\u2019t go through because Mrs. Wren was so insistent that she not sell her husband\u2019s company, only to have the new organization strip away all of Wren\u2019s hard-working employees.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n That made me smile. Mr. Wren was taking care of his employees even after he was gone. <\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m up for the challenge.\u201d I looked at Bennett, who was clearly pissed off. \u201cMay the best woman win.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n He scowled. \u201cYou mean <\/span>man<\/span><\/i>.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Sign up for Vi\u2019s MAILING LIST<\/a>\u00a0today!<\/b><\/b><\/p>\n Like texts better than email? 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