“Can we talk?” He motioned toward a seat.
Jackie sat down. She watched as he sat on the edge of the table, and her eyes went straight to the thick thighs in his slacks. Good lord. Jackie could admit the man was some of God’s finest work.
Antonio chuckled. “Eyes up here, Miles.”
Jackie rolled her eyes and typed on her app. “What do you want?”
Antonio rubbed a hand down his face. “I just…I wanted to tell you that they’re looking at me to head the LA office.”
Jackie shrugged. That didn’t surprise her. He was a talented agent, and he’d been in Los Angeles most of his career. His life was there, not in Atlanta.
Antonio sighed. “I’m not sure I want to go back to LA.”
Jackie typed. “Why are you telling me this?”
He leaned closer, his scent enveloping her. “Because, Lucky. I want a reason to stay here.”
Jackie felt nervous energy course through her body. She wasn’t sure what to say next. “Your family. Aren’t they on the East Coast? New York, right?”
Antonio smiled. “Yeah, sort of. My parents are from down south. Richmond, Virginia, to be exact. They moved to Brooklyn after college. After they retired, they moved back to Virginia to live on the family farm.” He chuckled. “Can’t believe you remembered me telling you that.”
She typed. “You are always going on and on about New York. Hard not to remember. People from New York love telling folks they’re from New York, like it’s their entire personality.” Jackie tilted her head to the side as the app read her response.
“True,” Antonio laughed. “Damn, I wish I could hear that smart ass remark from you instead of the app.” He reached out, stroking the skin of her throat with his large index finger. “I mean, it sort of sounds like you, but I miss your voice, Lucky. Your real voice.”
Jackie swallowed. The spot on her neck he’d touched felt as if it were on fire.
As if realizing that they were in an exposed board room, they both stood up quickly. Jackie gathered her tablet and phone, attempting to sidestep Antonio as he buttoned his jacket.
“Yeah. So, I’ll see you tomorrow at the airport,” Antonio said. Jackie threw up a hand and walked back toward her office.
She darted through the doors, praying to God that no one had seen her and Antonio in such an intimate position.Dammit. I have got to stop letting him touch me.
She eased into her chair and stared absentmindedly until she realized that her hand had gone right back to the place that he’d touched. The lightly calloused touch of his finger had sent a shiver down her spine, all the way to the toes that currently curled in her stilettos. The caress had been so small, so inconsequential, but she couldn’t stop thinking about it.
No. She wasn’t about to let this man weasel his way back into her life. They’d sign Mo; Antonio would go back to LA. And that would be the last that she’d have to deal with Antonio Steele.
She hoped.
CHAPTER 15
