Excerpt:
“She’s in the middle of a
meeting,” the receptionist greeted me as she continued to type on
her laptop. “Please have a seat, Miss Barcel.”
I gave her a fake smile, and took a seat in one of the leather
bound chairs.
Five minutes later, Rana’s meeting partner came out.
He was one of those guys that immediately demanded your attention.
While you took notice, the world around you seemed to slow — he was
that beautiful. His squared jutting jaw, his rose tinted generous
lips, the heavy lidded dark brown eyes, the heavy jet brows, the
closely buzzed hair — I could only think of one word: damn.
He smiled at me, revealing his bright white straight teeth and
deep-set dimples in the center of his cafe au lait toned cheeks. His
smile made him more of a pretty boy than he already was. His sharply
tailored black on black suit, and shiny italian leather shoes made me
feel very dressed down in my skinny jeans and band T-shirt.
“Morning,” he greeted me. His voice was fairly deep, but quiet
and dripped in sex. He could’ve told me to take off my panties, and
I would’ve easily obeyed.
I crossed my legs and stared directly ahead, ignoring him.
A guy like him had to be cocky as hell, and I wasn’t going to
give him another reason to be. He looked to the receptionist and
leaned across the desk. They had a hushed conversation with each
other. My eyes trailed back to him. I soon realized that I couldn’t
stop staring. The receptionist looked just as entranced with him as I
was.
“Reegan,” my sister barked
from the doorway of her office, startling me. “I’ve been calling
your for a minute. What’s wrong with you?”
I didn’t realize I was in a daze. I caught his eye again as I
strolled into my sister’s office. He gave me a slow wink and a
smirk that made me feel like someone dropped ice down my spine. I
nearly ran into the wall…okay, I did run into a wall. Rana grabbed
my shoulders and led me to the doorway.
I came in, closing the door. “I know—” I fanned myself while
whispering to her like he could hear me. “—you have to be hitting
that.”
“Hitting what?”
I jerked my chin over to the door. “That guy.”
“Did you forget I was married?”
I looked through the clear glass square in the smoky glass door,
watching him.
“You look very interested.”
“He looks corporate. Is he corporate?” I asked frenetically.
While he made his way to the elevator, he paused like he knew someone
was watching him.
“Very,” Rana answered.
“Damn,” I said as I watched him walk into the elevator. While
he thumbed his lips pensively, his eyes lifted at me. He gave me
another wink — like he was inside my head and knew every single
X-rated thought I was having about him.
The doors closed, but I could still feel the ice at my spine. I
shivered dramatically.
“Hello?” Rana clapped behind my head. “Reegan?”
“Who—” I cleared my throat, realizing my voice was cracking
like I was a pubescent boy. “Who is he?”
“Richard and I are having a wine tasting party. His family runs
a vineyard up north. I was working with him on a custom blend. I
think he runs a few restaurants, and some companies in other
industries. My receptionist recommended him. I think she said
something about him being involved with a company named Executive
Suites. Never heard of it, so I’m not sure of what he does there.”
I came back down to Earth. “What?”
Rana examined me with a lifted brow.
“Are you sure it was Executive Suites?”
“Almost positive.”
“What’s his name?”
“Calind something or other.” She flourished her hand like she
was bored with the topic. “To why we’re here.”
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