Naya knew that the woman wanted Mr. Green Eyes. That message had been revealed very early on in the presentation, right along with her thigh as the blonde woman’s skirt “accidentally” slid higher each time the lovely lady re-crossed her legs. Go for it, she thought without a hint of jealousy. The dark-haired, green-eyed man was too tall for her taste. And way to arrogant.
Besides, the blonde and the black-haired man would look perfect together. She pictured them walking down the sidewalk, her long legs and his long stride would make a perfect match.
Naya had red hair and her shorter legs would definitely not be able to keep up with him. Nope, she would be a complete mismatch to the tall, handsome man.
He was tan, the kind of complexion that a person gets when they like to be outside, doing things in the sunshine. Naya was as pale as any other redhead and had the irritating tendency to freckle whenever she went out into the sunshine without a thick layer of sunscreen. He had the rugged jawline and the sharp, green eyes that could slice a person to the bone. She had been described as a cupcake in the past. Sweet and fluffy.
She almost growled at that memory. She wasn’t sweet and she definitely wasn’t fluffy. Okay, so she had a couple of extra pounds on her. Hmmm…well, maybe a good ten extra pounds. But hey, being a real estate agent was a stressful job! Ice cream and potato chips were friendly foods that helped her through the anxiety stages.
It was probably time for some broccoli, she thought with a sigh, as she shifted in her chair again. Yeah, her skirt had been a bit tight this morning. Salads for a week, she promised herself. Salads and the gym.
Blech! She hated the gym. She’d much rather go for a walk and enjoy the sunshine – after slathering on sunscreen, smile at others who were out on the sidewalk, maybe stop and chat a bit…
But the gym was a better idea. She rarely worked up a sweat on her walks. Maybe it was because she was too busy talking with her neighbors, petting the dogs, and waving to her friends. Hard to get all hot and sweaty when one was stopping every few minutes to chat with someone.
Nope. Gym. Broccoli. Salads. She could do this! She could be strong.
Her eyes glanced over at the leggy blonde. That smug woman probably ate lots of salads. The woman most likely survived on roughage and tough workouts.
Naya shifted again. She could be tough, she told herself. She could be tough and mean and…
Sighing, her shoulders drooped. She wasn’t tough, but she wasn’t a cupcake either.
Eh, who was she fooling? She was a cupcake. With extra frosting. She was too sweet and way too fluffy.
“Thanks everyone! If you have any questions, please feel free to contact anyone on my sales team,” the irritatingly handsome man was saying.
Everyone was smiling, standing up and…ho boy, she jumped out of her seat, wanting to leave the area as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, she was in the middle of the row with the other guests not in any hurry to exit the conference room. People were slowing her down! She had to get out of here!
The crowd shifted and…yep, he was still staring at her, his hands on his belt, pulling back his charcoal suit jacket, which looked absolutely magnificent on him.
She smoothed her black, wool skirt down, reminding herself that she was doing the broccoli and salad thing. Maybe not the gym. She wasn’t quite that desperate…yet.
The blonde sashayed over to the tall man and Naya gritted her teeth. Okay, so maybe a couple of gym workouts, she promised herself. It certainly would be nice to sashay. Naya never sashayed. She bustled. She hurried from one place to the next.
Naya watched the irritating blonde, saw the irritating man’s green eyes smile down to her and…wow! The blonde was tall, but the black-haired sex-god was taller! Yikes!
She hurried towards the doorway, wanting to make a beeline for her car. She had absolutely no idea about the merits of the condominiums in this building, but she would look the information up online. She had to…
“Ms. Jefferson!” a deep voice called out.
Her shoulders tightened. A part of her wanted to pretend like she hadn’t heard the man. She could just melt in with the departing crowd but…unfortunately, no one was leaving! They were all milling around, taking another round at the well-stocked buffet filled with pastries and cookies.