“Uh… so,” Sam jumps in, bless him. “You’re thinking live videos?” He raises his eyebrows, encouraging me to jump back in.
Okay. Breathe.
“No, not live,” I say, finding my rhythm again. “But Idowant P.G. to highlight their top-tier properties. We need to showcase the range, the quality. Let people see that we’re not just good—we’rethe best.”
Everyone nods.
Luca stays silent, his fist tucked under his jaw, watching. Listening.
“Okay,” Sam says, “I’ll reach out to that production company I mentioned. They’re amazing.”
“Perfect.” I glance at the time. “Alright, head home, everyone. We’ll pick up tomorrow.”
As everyone gathers their things, I sit down at my desk and pretend to work, flipping through windows, typing gibberish, opening tabs like I’m solving world hunger. Click, double-click, full-on Oscar-worthy concentration face.
“You know I can see the reflection of your monitor in the glass behind you, right?”
Oh. My.God. I drop my face into my hands, red-cheeked and caught. I peek through my fingers and see Luca standing—close, but nottooclose. “I was stalling,” I mumble, peeling my hands off my face.
“Clearly.”
He’s still in black, no tie today. His eyes track the way I justtotallychecked him out.
He clears his throat. “What’s the status on the campaign?”
“Not much yet. First day’s about setting priorities, then we?—”
“What’s this about videos?” he cuts in, arms crossing tight. That shirt isscreamingat the seams.
“Most companies show their work now. We’re planning a brand video and short reels for luxury listings,” I say, looking up at my ex-fiancé staring at me like I just insulted his favorite suit.
“I don’t want to be in any of those videos,” he says, and for the first time… he sounds unsure. Vulnerable, even.
I snort. “Luca, I’m pretty sure you’re used to being in front of cameras.”
“We don’t do that here.”
“Exactly why youneedit,” I say, typing for real this time. I spin the laptop toward him. “Property Group Miami is ranked second among Florida real estate firms.”
He glances at the screen. Shifts. Pulls at his shirt. Straightens. “I…”
“Want to be first?”
He nods.
“Well, that’s why you hired me. Let me get you to the top.” Then, more softly I say, “Trust me. I’m good at this.”
His ocean-blue eyes study me. Something flickers in them—a memory, maybe. He swallows, then nods once more. “It’s late. We’ll talk more about the videos tomorrow,” he says, like the wordvideophysically hurts him.
He leaves, and I let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
Luca’s lips press against mine, and my whole body basically combusts.
Luca freaking Walker—Mr. Confident—is KISSING me... but not in the way I imagined. He’s soft. Tentative. Almost like he’s the nervous one.
Not what I expected from the guy who made other girls blush and giggle like idiots at whatever he whispered to them. Seriously, I thought if he ever kissed me, it’d come with fireworks and dramatic music.
But he’s nothing like that. He’s real. Andhe’s kissing me back.
