I nod and scribble, trying to keep up and ultimately failing. As I sign the final line, I slide the massive packet back to her and slump a little in the chair.
She raises her eyebrows at me. “How are you feeling about your first day?”
“Excited,” I lie, pasting a smile on my face. “A little nervous, but excited.”
She hands me an orientation folder and a keycard. “You’ll need this to get to your floor, and also for the restrooms.Do notlose it.”
Yikes. That’s a warning.
But I take it with a smile. “Thank you.”
“Also, I hope you read the fine print. You’ll be assisting allthreepartners,” she explains. “It’s a high-demand role.”
“I’ve been told.” I hesitate as Karen stares at me with no expression whatsoever. “I’ll do my best.”
She studies me, then gives a small, pitying smile. “I’m sure you will. Best of luck to you, dear. You can head back to your space. In your orientation packet, there’s the login in for the system.”
When I make it back to my new desk, there’s a cute little welcome kit sitting on the black surface. I pick up the herbal stresstea tin and then set it back down. Carefully, I take a seat in the desk chair, and as soon as I relax just a fraction…
I see him.
Beck.
He is taller than I remember, maybe because last time he was naked and horizontal. He’s in a blue button-down, sleeves rolled up, tie loose in a way that looks so deliberate and sexy. He’s walking alongside another equally handsome man, head tilted in a half-listening, half-joking way.
And I can barely breathe as he closes in on my desk.
In a panic, I wave the mouse, waking up the computer monitor and trying to appear busy. But it’s too late.
He sees me.
For a split second, the world freezes, but I realize quickly it’s just Beck’s expression remaining exactly the same, as he walks straight toward me.
Oh shit. Shit. Shit.
“Hey there,” he says, voice casual and calm, just like the night at the bar. “You must be Maddy?”
Does he really not recognize me? Or is this a game?
Either way, my face is hot, and I want to die.
He sticks out his hand before I get a chance to speak. “Beck Prosser. One of your new bosses, apparently.”
His grip is warm, steady.And oh-so familiar.
“Nice to meet you,” I say, which is somehow the most humiliating thing I’ve ever uttered, given that he’s been balls deep in me.
He holds my hand for a second longer than necessary. “I’m looking forward to working with you,” he says, not an ounce of flirt in the way he talks to me.
I glance around, realizing that at least two people are watching us. One of them is Adrian, standing in his glass office with arms crossed and the curtains open. The other is a woman with sharp cheekbones and dark wavy hair, who doesn’t look like she has an ounce of kindness in her.
Beck’s gaze bounces to them, then back to me. “If you need anything, let me know. I’ll be in the corner office.” Then just like that, he’s gone.
As if we didn’t have sex like a week ago. And that’s when it hits me fully.
I am working for the man I had a one-night stand with.
And he’s pretending we’ve never met.
