Troy came around the counter. He waited until Jack was out of earshot. “Have a change of heart or trying to avoid that guy?”
“Thank you for not calling me out,” I said. “He’s a nice guy. I just… I don’t know.”
Troy smiled. “If it’s not there, it’s not there. Come on, I’ll give you that tour.”
I didn’t see Jack again until I was walking out an hour later. He jogged up behind me at the door and opened it. “How’d you like Equinox?”
“It’s great. They have everything. Though I’m pretty sure I’ll never use half the equipment.”
“I don’t use too much either. I alternate swimming laps with weight training. But the dry sauna and free shampoo in the showers are nice perks.” He smiled.
We walked side by side a few doors down to the office, waited for the elevator, and rode it up together. I had no idea why I wanted to shake him off so badly. Jack was a nice guy, a good catch even. He was handsome, had a great job, seemed to have good manners. Yet when the doors opened at my floor, I had to work at not frowning as he followed me off.
“Going to make the good stuff with the fancy machine,” he told me. “Want me to make you one while you settle in?”
“That’s okay. I’ll do it in a bit. But thank you.”
Ten minutes later, he returned with two cups anyway. And then proceeded to stand around chatting for another ten minutes. When my phone rang, I was glad to have an excuse to bring our conversation to an end.
“Excuse me.” I smiled. “I need to answer that. But thank you again for the cappuccino.”
“No problem.”
I blew out a breath before picking up my phone. “Sutton Holland.”
“I thought he was never going to leave.” Jagger’s deep voice made all the little hairs on my arms stand at immediate attention.
I looked around. “How did you know someone was at my desk?”
“I came down earlier and saw him standing there. I managed to stop myself from telling him to go do some damn work and returned to my office instead. But I did need to speak to you, so I checked the camera to see if it was safe to call.”
My eyes darted to the ceiling. “What camera?”
“Turn to your right.”
Oh my God. He’s watching me right now.My eyes locked on a globe-type fixture on the ceiling. I opened my mouth to ask if that was it, but Jagger beat me to it.
“You got it. Pretty blouse, by the way. Blue looks good on you. It’s my favorite color.”
In a moment of temporary insanity, I briefly debated opening my legs for the camera. I was wearing a skirt and wondered what he would say.
“What are you thinking right now?” Jagger asked.
At least Ithoughtthe debate had gone on in my head, but apparently it wasn’t the only place. I looked up, speaking directly to the camera. “Why?”
“Because the devil just made an appearance on your face.”
“Jesus.” I laughed. “That’s some high-def equipment you have.”
He chuckled, and the smooth sound flowed over me, making me warmer than a blanket. “It is. How did you feel on Saturdaymorning?”
I’d almost forgotten about the delivery. “Good, thanks to you. It was very thoughtful of you to drop off the meds and gym pass.”
“You’re welcome. I was in the neighborhood.”
For some reason, I suspected that might not be the truth. And his watching me made me feel bold. I looked directly at the camera again. “Where?”
“Where what?”
