The Takeover (The Miles High Club 2)

This car is fucking new.

I try to start it again and again.

Screw this. I get out and slam the door shut.

I take out my phone and google tow trucks.

This is the last thing I need.

Claire

I type the email.

Mr. Scott,

It was lovely meeting you

I’m interrupted by my phone ringing. The name Paul lights up the screen.

Oh no. I exhale heavily. I don’t even want to speak to him. Our date on Friday was the longest night of my life.

It’s Monday, and I know he’s calling to see if I’m going to Pilates tonight. Damn it.

Now it’s just going to be awkward. What a stupid move to date someone from my favorite Pilates class.

My mind goes to Tristan. I can’t believe that he was waiting for me to come home from my date. I smile at the thought of him at home alone with my kids.

Oh well . . . at least he survived, I guess.

I ignore the call and go back to my email. Then . . . knock, knock.

“Come in,” I call as my eyes stay glued to my computer. The door opens and closes.

“Anderson,” I hear the deep, flirty voice purr.

I look up to see Tristan Miles in all his glory. Perfectly fitting dark-navy suit, a crisp white shirt, and a navy tie. His hands are in his pockets, and he looks very much like the Miles Media heir that he is. His dark hair is messed to just-fucked perfection.

“Tristan.”

Our eyes meet, and my stomach flutters. He’s so damn gorgeous that I can’t stand it. “Hello.” He smiles.

“Hi.” I turn back to my computer, unsure what to say. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to take you out for lunch.”

I keep typing.

“Claire,” he asserts. “Look at me, please.”

I drag my eyes to meet his. The funny, flirty expression I’m used to has been replaced by one of new determination.

“Why would you want to take me out to lunch?” I ask.

He walks around to stand in front of me. He takes my hand and pulls me up out of my chair and into his arms. “Because I can’t fight this anymore. I can’t pretend that I don’t want you. Because I do.”

His body is hard and strong against mine, and as I stare up at him, I lose my ability to speak. He leans down and kisses me softly. His lips hover over mine.

“Tris,” I whisper.