“Yes, Mark,” I answer dutifully.
Kayne gazes down at me with vigilant eyes. His glare heats my skin. It’s as hot as the sun.
I walk Kayne to the conference room with him trailing slightly behind me, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d swear he’s stealing glimpses of my ass. It turns me on and makes me uncomfortable all at the same time. I guess that’s what I get for wearing the tightest pencil skirt I own.
“Do you need to clean your knee?” Kayne asks.
“It will be fine. I’ll take care of it after you’re settled.”
He nods.
Kayne relaxes himself in one of the large leather office chairs adjacent to where Mark usually sits.
“Coffee?” I ask.
“Yes, please.” He smoothes his tie. “Milk?”
“No sugar.” I finish his sentence.
“You remembered.” He smiles brightly, and I almost dissolve.
“It’s my job not to forget.” Jesus, is that even my voice? It sounds husky, thick with desire.Can I be any more desperate?
“Rare quality. Attentiveness,” he muses.
“I guess.” I shrug, backpedaling toward the door. “I’ll be right back.”
I flee the room, seriously needing to pull my shit together.
By the time I return with Kayne’s coffee, a tea for Mark, and the tray of baked goods Mark always requests, the meeting is already under way. I hand Kayne his coffee first. He winks at me and our fingers brush during the exchange. The contact feels like an electrical current.
I shakily place Mark’s tea in front of him as he reads through the agenda, and then set the silver platter of muffins, scones, and miniature cupcakes in the middle of the table. After that, I leave the room, stealing a glance at Kayne right before I exit.
I clean my knee, then spend the rest of the morning spying into the conference room, swooning over the very desirable and even more unattainable Mr. Roberts.
“I see your boyfriend’s back.” Susie, one of Mark’s logisticians, bumps my hip.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say with a huge smile. Everyone in the office knows how bad I have it for Kayne.
“Yeah right.” She laughs with her throaty voice. “You’re standing there with your tongue unraveled.”
“Am I that obvious?” I scrunch my face.
“You’re like a white dot on a wall of red.”
“Is the red because I heat up every time I see him?” I ask chewing my lip and twirling the end of my light brown hair compulsively.
“Not just you, honey. The building.”
“I’m a desperate loser.” I drop my face into my hands.
“Don’t beat yourself up about it. That man is walking sex with a side of pheromones. No one blames you.” She stirs her coffee with the thin orange plastic stick.
“He’ll never notice me.” I sigh as I eye him through the glass. He’s engrossed in whatever Mark’s talking about. I’m engrossed by his body, his face, his hands and his hair.
I finally look back at Susie. She’s smiling, chewing on her coffee stirrer. “You want him to notice you? Give him something to look at. You’ll never know if he’s interested if you don’t put yourself out there.”
“He’s Mark’s most important client. I wouldn’t want to mess anything up for him by mixing business with pleasure.”
