“I’m Emmett.I’m here to pick up my sister for dinner.”
Her eyes narrowed.“Good for you.I’d really just like to get my package now so I can go.”
“In a hurry to get away from me, are you?”
She rolled her eyes.“Don’t flatter yourself.”Crouching down, she began gathering her papers.
“You’re right, I’m sure your evening is just packed with...studying, I assume?”
“Actually, yes.Not that it’s any of your business.”
Her words crackled with a blend of annoyance and humor
“Fair enough.Though you have to admit, I’m a bit more interesting than whatever’s in that box.”
“I highly doubt that.”
As she stepped around me, my hand reached out.I was barely conscious of what I was doing.I just knew I didn’t want this conversation to end.“Don’t be so sure.I could show you a good time if you’d let me.”
Something flashed in her eyes.For a moment, I thought I saw the flicker of interest.
“Yeah, I’ll pass.Thanks.”
“Playing hard to get, huh?I like a challenge.”
She freed herself from my grasp.“You’re barking up the wrong tree, buddy.I’m not interested in whatever game you’re playing.”
Her dismissal was clear, but I grinned at the playful undertone in her voice.“Who said anything about games?”
A familiar voice hit me like a bucket of cold water.Not even a professional assassin could match my sister’s talent for killing the moment.As I turned to greet her, I couldn’t help noticing the contrast between Meghan’s entitled demeanor and the refreshing authenticity of the woman before me.
When she treated my companion like something nasty stuck to the bottom of her shoe, I couldn’t control my irritation.“Jesus, Meghan.Do you have to be such a bitch all the time?”
I offered the woman an apologetic look.
Her obvious surprise at my rebuke of Meghan was satisfying.I winked at her, a part of me relishing the blush it brought to her cheeks.
My sister’s impatient gesture pulled me away, but I couldn’t resist throwing a final smirk over my shoulder.“I’ll see you around, beautiful.”
But I never did.Until today.
My thoughts raced as I tried to focus on the present, but the memory of that day refused to be silenced.
It was Meghan’s first week at school, and she was not happy to be living in the dorms.Her text earlier that week described them asuncivilized.Being the amazing brother I am, I offered to take her to dinner.I figured she’d appreciate the break from campus cuisine.
Having double-parked outside her building, I waltzed into the lobby like I owned the place.Much as I tried to fight it, I could still be an arrogant dick when the mood took me.I didn’t expect to be stopped in my tracks by a tiny brunette.She was fucking stunning.
I instantly felt like a creep.She couldn’t be more than eighteen.I was a twenty-four-year-old man fresh out of B-school and building an entire department at one of the largest companies in the country.And here I was, drooling over a girl the same age as my little sister.Before I could stop myself, my feet propelled me toward her, and words spilled from my mouth.
I had spent the last six years comparing every woman to a college freshman I shared air with for ninety seconds.
“Who are you?”Callie asked.
“Your boss.I’m?—”
“You’re my boss?Aren’t you a little young?”
“Insulting me on your first day, Miss Winters?Bold moves.”
