The mood between us changes and turns from anger to something else.
“Because I can’t risk losing my job if we don’t work out.”
He stares at me for a moment. “That job interview you were going for twelve months ago. Was it here?”
I pause for a moment. Now I’m going to sound like a loser. “Yes.”
“How long have you been trying to get a job here?”
“Three years,” I huff. “So forgive me if I don’t want to throw it away for a one-night stand.”
“Why would you think I would fire you?”
“Isn’t that what CEOs do when they have finished with their secretaries? Throw them to the side?”
He frowns as he watches me. “I wouldn’t know-I’ve never been attracted to someone I work with. And besides, I think this place is big enough that we could stay out of each other’s way.”
“You’re still attracted to me?” I whisper.
“You know I am, and it’s just dinner,” he snaps. “Nobody would even know, and I most certainly wouldn’t fire you in the morning.”
“So . . .” I frown as I try to work out what the hell it is that he wants. “You would keep me a dirty little secret?”
He steps forward so that our faces are only an inch apart; our eyes are locked.
Energy begins to spark between us, and I feel my arousal sweep in. “Were you in a relationship when we spent the night together?” I ask.
“What makes you say that?”
“You never asked for my number.”
He gives me a slow, sexy smile as he tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. “Does everybody ask for your number, Emily?” His voice has dropped to a deep, sexy tone.
“Pretty much.”
“I wasn’t looking for anything back then, and I most definitely don’t tell people I’m going to call them if I’m not.” He dusts his thumb over my bottom lip as I stare up into his big blue eyes.
“Tonight,” he whispers.
I smile softly as his breath tickles my skin. He really is quite . . .
“I’ll pick you up. Dinner at my favorite Italian restaurant . . .” His voice trails off as if he’s imagining something else.
Oh, that sounds good. I smile as he leans closer. His lips tenderly touch mine as he holds my jaw in his hand. My eyes close as my feet lift from the floor.
Robbie . . . what the hell am I doing?
Damn this man. What is this spell that he has over me that makes me do the most random things? Like one-night stands and forgetting I’m in a committed relationship . . . and breathing.
Oh my God. I have a boyfriend. Shit. “I’m so sorry if I gave you the wrong idea.” I take a step back from him. “I have a boyfriend,” I blurt out.
His face falls in horror. “What?”
“I know.” I wince. “I . . . I . . .” I shake my head because I have no words that can get me out of this. “I have a boyfriend, and I can’t go out with you.”
“Dump him,” he fires back.
“What?” I croak.
“You heard me. Dump him.” He reaches for me.
I step back to create distance between us. “Are you crazy?”
“Maybe.”
“I can’t dump a boyfriend for one night of sex.”
“Yes. You can.”
“Jameson.” I drag my hands through my hair. “Have you completely lost your mind?”
“Quite possibly.” He hands me a business card. “Call me, and I’ll come and get you.”
JAMESON MILES
MILES MEDIA
212-639-8999
I stare at the card in my hand, my mind a clusterfuck of confusion. My eyes rise to meet his. I know what this is to him-it’s just another one-night stand.
One night that could ruin every plan I’ve made for myself and jeopardize my career. I’ve worked too damn hard to get to New York to throw it away now for one night with a player. It’s the weirdest thing-I never picked him as a player when we were together, but the more I get to know him, the more I realize I never knew him at all.
The worst part about it is that I know Jameson Miles is the kind of drug that I don’t need an addiction to.
The memory of our night together is bad enough.
“I’m sorry. I just can’t.” I turn to walk out of the office. My body screams for me to go back, and then I stop as a thought crosses my mind. I turn back toward him. “How did you know?”
He lifts his chin as my eyes search his.
I walk back toward him. “How did you know that Ricardo has been at my desk?”
I glance around the room and see nothing but a mirror on the wall. “Are there cameras in here?” I ask.
“Never mind.”
“Oh, but I do,” I sneer. “I think I have a right to know, if it concerns me.”
He picks up a remote from his desk and pushes a button. “Give me level forty, please,” he commands.
The mirror turns into a television screen. It rolls a few times, and then a vision of my office floor appears. I see Aaron and Molly and . . . my desk.
What the hell?
“You’ve been watching me?” I gasp. “Why?”
His dark eyes hold mine. “Because it turns me on.” He grabs my hand and puts it over his crotch, and I can feel his rock-hard erection in his suit pants.
The air leaves my lungs as I stare up at him, and unable to help it, I wrap my hand around his hard length.
We stare at each other as our bodies’ desires take over. “I just can’t,” I whisper.
His hand cups my face. “I want you.”
“You don’t always get what you want,” I breathe.
“I do.” His mouth drops to my neck, and in slow motion, he licks from my collarbone up my neck and then whispers in my ear, “Get rid of him.”