He’s tall, with dark hair, and he’s wearing the most perfectly fitted navy suit in the history of all suits. His blue eyes hold mine. “Hello, Emily.”
I twist my fingers in front of myself nervously. “Hi.”
He never asked for your number.
Screw him.
I tilt my chin to the ceiling as I act brave. I didn’t want him to call me anyway.
His eyes blaze, and he rests his behind on his desk and crosses his feet in front of him. I glance down at his shoes. I remember those pretentious expensive shoes.
“Given any poor unsuspecting travel companions hickeys lately?” he asks.
Oh hell on a broomstick—he remembers. I feel my face flush with embarrassment. I can’t believe I did that. Shit, shit, shit. “Yes, just last night, actually.” I pause for effect. “On my flight here.”
His jaw clenches, and he raises his eyebrow, unimpressed.
“So you’re not Jim?” I ask.
“To some people I’m Jim.”
“Women you pick up for one-night stands, you mean.”
He crosses his arms in front of him as if annoyed. “What’s with the attitude?”
“I don’t have an attitude,” I fire back.
He raises his eyebrow again, and I feel like slapping it down to his chin. I look around his over-the-top luxurious office. It’s ridiculous, with a 360-degree view out over New York. It has a large lounge area with a fully stocked bar and leather stools lined up in front of it and a conference table area. I can see a hallway with a private bathroom, and then another few rooms are off that.
He runs his fingertips over his bottom lip as he assesses me, and I feel it all the way to my toes. God, he’s so gorgeous. I’ve thought of him often over the last year.
“What are you doing in New York?” he asks.
“Working for Miles Media.” A thought crosses my mind, and I frown as I remember something he said to me back then.
Welcome to the Miles-High Club . . .
Dear God, I thought he meant sex-in-a-plane club . . . he meant women who had slept with
him.
Miles . . . he’s the Miles . . . and there’s a club?
Damn it, the hottest sex of my life was just an initiation into some sleazy bedpost club.
For the past twelve months, the night that we spent together was something special that I held dear. He awakened something inside me that I didn’t even know existed, and now I find out that I’m one of many. My heart drops in disappointment, and I clench my jaw to stop myself from lashing out to try to hurt him back.
Bastard.
I’ve got to get out of here before I get myself fired on my first day.
“Nice to see you again.” I fake a smile, and with my heart beating hard in my chest, I turn and walk out of his office and close the door behind me.
“All done?” Lindsey smiles.
“Yes.” I nod.
We walk out through reception and into the elevator and begin to go back down to my level. “Don’t feel rattled,” Lindsey says softly.