The Stopover (The Miles High Club 1)

Lindsey hunches her shoulders as if she’s nervous too.

Sammia picks up the phone. “Mr. Miles, we have a new staff member to meet you in reception.” She listens for a moment and smiles. “Yes, sir.” She puts the phone down. “Just go in.”

“This way, Emily.” Lindsey directs me across a huge boardroom, and my heels click on the marble. Why don’t Lindsey’s shoes click?

Okay, buy rubber-soled shoes tomorrow.

We get to the end of the huge room and down another corridor, and my heels are clicking like I don’t know what. They’re even annoying me. I sound like a horse. I feel like taking them off and throwing them in the trash. Just be quiet. I’m trying to appear professional here.

We get to a set of black double doors, and Lindsey knocks as my heart pounds in my chest.

Just . . . don’t say anything stupid.

“Come in,” a deep voice calls.

Lindsey opens the doors, and I step into the office.

Familiar blue eyes rise to meet mine from behind the large mahogany desk, and I stop dead still.

What?

“Emily Foster, I would like to introduce you to Mr. Miles,” Lindsey says.

I stare at him, unable to speak because there’s no air in my lungs.

His eyebrow rises, and he sits back in his chair as he smirks. “Hello, Emily.” His big eyes hold mine, the same beautiful deep-blue eyes that hypnotized me twelve months ago.

It’s him.

Chapter 3

Oh my God.

He stands and walks around to my side of the desk and holds his hand out to shake mine. “Jameson Miles.”

It’s him, the layover guy who never asked for my number. I stare at him as my brain completely misfires.

I can’t believe this. He’s the fucking CEO?

“Emily, tell Mr. Miles all about yourself,” Lindsey says, as if to prompt me to speak.

“Oh.” I catch myself and shake his hand. “I’m Emily Foster.”

His hand is strong and warm, and I’m instantly reminded how it felt on my skin. I pull my hand out of his grip as if he’s given me an electric shock.

His mischievous eyes hold mine, and he keeps his face straight. “Welcome to Miles Media,” he says calmly.

“Thanks,” I croak. I look over at Lindsey. Oh God, does she know I’m a dirty-talking whore bag who fucked our boss’s boss’s boss?

“I’ll take it from here, Lindsey. Emily will be out in a moment,” Mr. Miles states.

Lindsey frowns and looks over at me. “I’ll just—”

“Wait outside,” he says as he dismisses her.

Shit.

“Yes, sir,” she says as she scurries for the door. It closes behind her, and I drag my eyes back to him.