And then we were alone.
It was a strange sensation; being tucked away in a small room with a handsome man. We were secluded from the world and it wouldn’t last long. Perhaps that was what the lust filled feeling was that was building in my chest.
From the corner of his dark eyes, he looked at me.
Was he thinking the same thing?
“You do like Ashton, right?”
I kept my attention on the steely doors ahead. But his reflection betrayed him. Confusion crossed his face. What an odd question. “Of course, I do.”
He nodded at that.
The doors parted, and I stepped out first.
“I just like you too,” I added with a casual shrug.
It took him a minute to join me in the hall. The harsh white lighting fell across his sharp features.All American boy.I don’t know what the phrase truly means.Especially since Zavier wasn’t American. He looked sweet and innocent though. Handsome but kind.
And he’s a misery of this damned world?
I didn’t believe it.
Not when he was looking down on me with so much confusion it nearly broke my heart to think about shoving him away just as the gods had done to me.
“It shouldn’t take too long.”
We walked down a quiet corridor before stopping in front of a door with a shining plaque. ZAVIER HOLLAND, CEO BITCH was engraved into the expensive gold plate.
“You’re a CEO bitch?” Laughter hummed against my words.
He unlocked the door and gave a sweeping gesture with his hand as if inviting me into a grand palace instead of a quaint office.
“I’ll have you know I had to earn that title. They don’t give out CEO bitch plaques to just everyone, Hope.”
“It is very impressive.” I smiled at him but the way he was looking at me didn’t feel funny. It felt flirting.
A beat passed, and we were still staring at each other with butterflies storming through my stomach.
“I don’t know how long my call will take. I can set you up on my computer if you want to do some research or stream a movie while we’re here.” He led me to the massive desk against the far wall. Floor to ceiling windows looked out over the traffic of the city. The sky was a graying color that washed out the dark buildings into a dreary sight.
“Here’s some headphones so you don’t have to listen to me and my boring business.”
He didn’t know just how much I wanted to listen to him. I remembered his accent. The swaying words that caught in my mind and slid slowly through me, making my heart flutter at the simple thought of it.
Our fingers touched for a while too long as I took the white wires from him. Our bodies were close. Not close enough for my taste but close enough I could feel the heat of his chest warming mine.
An energy was alive between us. Demanding and distracting.
Perfect really.
He smiled a shy but sexy smile before taking a seat on a small couch in the corner. Cold leather met the back of my thighs as I took a seat in his large chair. The computer was on and waiting, not that I’d know what to do with it.
I sat quietly as he punched in a few numbers on a speaker at the center of the coffee table. A dial tone rung through the room. Words I wasn’t familiar with flowed harshly from the little device.
The man on the other end sounded stern and not at all like Zavier.
“Bonne Journée. Merci d’être venu.”
