"I'm sorry. I-" I whispered. "You've got ten seconds to get the fuck out of this conference room." "I understand," I murmured, taking a step back in my bare feet. "Heartbreaker"-he pinched the bridge of his nose-"not you. Never you. Them." "But I-" The men had already stood and were filing out past me. Dex was telling the president, "I'll call you back. My fiancée is here." My jaw dropped as he hung up on him. The freaking president.