He opened the door and stepped out. I didn’t need to see his face to hear the grin in his voice. “Pretty often.”
I made a mental note to change RDM’s cleaning time to midnight. Should be fine. “Good to see you, Duke.”
“You too, Nora.”
And then he left, almost as quickly as he arrived, leaving me feeling all kinds of emotions but the biggest being…unsettled.
Very unsettled.
11
“I have an offer for you,Kiss Cam.”
I yelped, jumping back from the window I’d been cleaning, swearing as I rammed into the corner of the cleaning cart. My body flailed to the side while my corded earphones caught on a bottle of cleaner and proceeded to rip themselves from the phone and my ear, sending my phone clattering to the ground. All of a sudden, the kiss scene in the romance book I’d been listening to began blaring with startling volume between us.
“…thistime, the shy meeting of our lips had passed, deepening to something heated.”
Horrified,I scrambled upward, my limbs in such a state of shock they refused to move fast enough.
“His mouth moved against mine—darting,clinging, tasting. He pressed me closer…”
I dove for my phone,my fingers fumbling with the mechanics, frantically pounding at the screen.
“He pushedme back against the wall with my body. His lips took full advantage of my gasp, while his hands held my neck and caressed my face, moving my head to whatever angle would satisfy…”
HOW DOYOU TURN THIS THING OFF?!!
The buttons were frozen—my phone unresponsive to my desperate efforts—so in a last-ditch attempt to make it all stop, I grabbed my earphone cord and shoved it into the connector.
The room fell into blessed silence. I was sweating and panting like I’d run a marathon when I stole a glance at Duke. His eyes could not contain any more delight. His cup was full.
“Why’d you turn it off? It sounds like it’s just getting good.”
“Shut up,” I said miserably, my heart racing. “Where did you come from?”
A grinning and moderately repentant Duke answered, “Sorry. Didn’t realize you had earbuds in. Or that you were so busy getting some very useful tips.”
“I was not getting tips. And I thought everyone was gone.”
“Not all of us.”
I set the bottle of window cleaner and my squeegee down on the window ledge. He looked so good it almost hurt my eyes to look at him. What was it about him in a suit that sent my heart pounding?
“What are you doing here this late?” I demanded, taking a breath to calm myself.
He didn’t look at me as he took a seat on a desk nearby. “Business things.”
My hands found my hips. “Business things at eight p.m.?”
“Marketing never sleeps.”
I peered down at him. “Is that the phrase?”
His arms folded. “Either way, I have an offer for you.”
My body stiffened. “What?”
“As it turns out, my company is doing an internship program for our graphic design department.”
