Ask Him (Mess with Me 1.50)

Andre takes his seat at the end of the table. But every few seconds his eyes find mine again. Did he fall and bump his head or something? It’s almost like he doesn’t remember what happened on Friday night.

Until his eyes drop to my breasts and his lips curl into a small smile. My nipples turn traitor and peak under his gaze, pushing against the fabric of my sweater.

I cough and turn away, trying to get my breathing under control. The lights dim slightly, which prods me into action. I have work to do and the agency isn’t paying me to stand around and ogle handsome men. Even irresistible Italian ones.

Everyone takes their seats as the presentation begins. Not for the first time, I marvel at how fluidly Milo and Mya work together. They each present a separate section of the presentation and at times finish each other’s sentences when one or the other gets stuck explaining a point.

It must be wonderful to have someone who understands you that way.

I circle the table, distributing the handouts relevant to the next part of the presentation. Anya has already given them out on her side of the conference table, leaving me to hand them to Andre and the other members of his company.

There’s Jason Gautier, a tall, blond man who I remember from my notes is the Chief Operating Officer and a pinch-faced woman I’ve never seen. She regards me icily before turning her attention back to the front.

As I approach Andre, I look for an excuse not to get too close to him. Finally, I place the handout on the table but he reaches out and takes it so our fingers brush. I snatch my hand back at the contact, determined to ignore the thrill of his touch. It’s an impossible task, especially since I know what those strong, slender fingers are capable of.

Andre regards me thoughtfully before speaking to the rest of the group.

“Let’s test it out.”

Everyone at the table turns to face him. I back up and stand off to the side. I’m not sure what the next section of the program is about but it won’t hurt for me to stay out of the way.

Milo and Mya ex

change confused looks. James shifts in his seat. He opens his mouth but after a glance at Andre’s determined face, he stays silent.

“I want to finalize the marketing campaign before the holidays. Our art department also needs time to make changes to our print advertising planned for Fashion Week early next year.” Andre runs his hands over his hair and sighs. “We’re wasting time we don’t have.”

“What do you mean test it out?” Mya asks. “Do you want us to set up a focus group and survey different demographics–”

Andre stands. “No time for that. This is the third slogan we’ve tried, so I think it’s time we get a little creative. Besides, we have a member of our prime demographic group right here.”

Then he turns toward me and smiles.

“I don’t feel so lucky anymore,” I mutter under my breath.

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I want this job.

And no one, especially not the office playboy is going to stand in my way. He's cocky and irritating and entirely too good-looking.

So WHY the hell did I just tell him my most shameful secret?

I want her.

Not sure what I did in my past life, but it must have been bad. Because the only woman I want is my co-worker.

My competition.

When I find out she’s never taken a trip to O-town, we make a little wager. Not only will I win the client, but I’ll prove to her that multiple O’s are NOT a myth.

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