“Ha,” he huffs as he rolls his eyes in disgust.
“Thirdly”—I hold three fingers up—“I’m new in town, and I have no friends, so if he’s being nice, I’m not going to be rude, am I?”
“Not on my time,” he growls.
“Did you really drag me all the way up here just to say that?” I frown.
“No,” he barks. “I want to know why you won’t go out with me.”
My face falls. “Are you serious?” I whisper.
“Deadly.”
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.