He was not talking about that.
I can’t hold back my smile. I held it together with Junior Pooper, but this, nope, I have to smile, because she just gave herself away.
“What?” Huxley growls.
Kelsey’s eyes widen as her cheeks flush to a gorgeous shade of pink.
“I didn’t tell him anything.” I smirk. “But you just did.”
“Oh, dear God,” she whispers.
“What’s going on? JP, if you fuck with her, I’m going to—”
“No, nothing happened,” Kelsey quickly says. “It was just a, uh, scramble, and then we tripped on each other, and I really mean that, not like, ‘Oops I tripped and fell on his penis, my bad.’ I swear, this was just an unfortunate incident and it was quickly rectified with screaming, yelling, and swatting. There’s no funny business between us.”
“She’s correct,” I say. “Nothing is going on, and trust me, nothing will be going on. You don’t have to worry about that.”
“Good. Kelsey, you tell me if he does try to make a move.”
I roll my eyes. I was the innocent in all of this. I didn’t ask her to strip my pants off and breathe on my scrotum . . .
Oh, hell.
Her hot breath . . . dancing across my nuts . . .
You are strong.
You are handsome.
You’re not a pathetic loser who jacks off to a simple exhalation.
“He’s been nothing but professional. Don’t worry. Just forget I even mentioned it. Anyway, we’re on our way to the meeting.”
“Good. Edison will meet with the both of you, along with our general contractor, Regis. He’s new, JP. I’ve heard mixed reviews on the man, so keep an eye on him.”
“Then why the hell did you hire him?” I ask.
“Time. Darius couldn’t squeeze us in. But Regis has done beautiful work around the city, so that’s why we hired him.”
“Has everyone signed an NDA?” I ask.
“Yes. Edison has some details to go over before you walk the property. Since he has experience in renovating historic buildings in the area, I asked him to be a voice while going through the plans. He has no problem doing that. Did you get the renovation plans that I emailed last night?”
“Yes,” I answer. “I’m assuming you sent them to Regis as well?”
“Correct,” Huxley answers. “Kelsey, I sent them to you as well. I want you to insert your input like you have for the rest of our buildings. I know this is new to you, starting from scratch, but I think it’s important to have you there to oversee our plans for sustainability. Karla also scheduled meetings for you around town with the other buildings that we own, did you see that?”
“I did. I’m assuming you want me to walk through them, speak with the office managers, and organize like I’ve been doing in Los Angeles?”
“Correct. You have a busy two weeks. Hope you’re up for it.”
“I am,” Kelsey says with excitement.
“JP, plan a meeting with the mayor. Tell him exactly what we plan on doing. He’s been wary of us coming into his city, but if he sees what we stand for, it might help for future bids. When I said we were lucky to get the Angelica Building, I wasn’t fucking lying. If done right, this could be huge for us. We’ve been involved in restoration for a few years now, but nothing of this magnitude. Mixing the old with the new could put us at the top of the game.”
“Well, I’m excited. I think it’s an awesome plan, preserving the brilliance of the old-school architecture, but also combining today’s trends to help with costs, as well as making positive changes to help our environment. It’s a worthwhile combination,” Kelsey says. “I’ve been doing research on the structure and identity of the Angelica and I already have a ton of ideas. I can’t wait to walk through them all.”
“Good. Do you two have any questions?”
“I don’t think so,” Kelsey says as she looks over at me. I just shake my head. “Seems like we’re good. Thanks for calling, Huxley.”
“Anytime. If you need anything, ask JP. That’s why he’s there, to help you out.”
“Okay, thanks.”
They exchange goodbyes and then she hangs up the phone. She crosses one leg over the other in that skintight pencil skirt, turns toward me, and says, “Hear that, JP? You’re here to help me out.”
“Your point?” I ask with a brow raised in her direction.
“Which means . . . no more ignoring me.”