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certainly doesn’t have all the perks that your place has, but for a mere mortal such as myself, it’s perfectly adequate.”
His grin widens and doesn’t look so evil anymore.
“But I mean what I’m saying,” I continue, sliding my arms up his chest and wrapping them around his neck. “A lot’s happened today and I need some time to process it. You know?”
“I know.” He leans down to give me a tender kiss on the lips. “I get it. Do what you gotta do.”
This is a relief. I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d be able to hold out. Spending the night with him is really, really, really tempting, but in my heart, I know I shouldn’t be jumping into things.
Um… Let me rephrase that. I know I shouldn’t be jumping any further than I already have. I still can’t believe we went down on each other! How did that even happen?
“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, then,” he says.
“Tomorrow it is.”
We exchange a smile, and then he leans in to give me a deep, delicious kiss. I feel my resolve start to weaken. If he asks me again to go home with him, will I find the strength to say no? I’m not so sure that I will.
But he doesn’t ask. I don’t know whether to feel relieved or disappointed.
“Why don’t you go on ahead?” I suggest.
Last night Ryan left the meeting room ahead of me. Grumpy, uncooperative old sourpuss that he was, he was hardly going to be a gentleman and wait for me to gather my things together so we could exit the building together. Seeing as I’d rather not make it known that something’s going on between us, I see no reason to stray from the routine. Thankfully, Ryan seems to agree.
“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow, Charlotte. Sweet dreams.”
He gives me one last lingering kiss, and then, with the most gorgeous smile on his lips, he slips out the door.
I walk over to the other side of the table and switch off my phone’s recording device. I start packing things up, but before I can zip up my bag, I have to sit down for a second to let the events of the evening sink in. Ryan Blake. And me. It doesn’t seem real.
* * * *
If I ever needed to turn to a girlfriend for advice, now is the time. I’m tempted to call Gina. She already knows that I have the hots for Ryan, and she knows the importance of nailing this job—writing the biography, I mean, not bedding Ryan down! She’s the one person who would probably understand my dilemma better than anyone else.
Sadly, I really can’t talk to her about this. While I definitely consider her a good friend, she is still my agent and I can’t let her know what happened today. My professional behavior reflects on her.
Oh my god. She would kill me if she knew what went on between Ryan and me…
I know. I’ll call Tracy.
I dig my phone out my bag and stretch out on my stomach on the firm motel bed before dialing her number. She answers after a couple of rings.
“Hey, lady. Are you calling to speak to Bertie?”
I can’t help but laugh. I do miss Mr. Furry Pants, as a matter of fact.
“Is he in a talkative mood?” I ask.
“Oh, definitely. Hang on a sec.” I hear some movement and then a noise like she’s dragging her phone across a sofa cushion. And then I hear the very faint sound of my cat purring into the phone.
“Awww,” I coo. “Bertie, baby. I miss you.”
As I close my eyes, the sound of his purring seems to grow just the tiniest bit louder. I really wish he could be here with me right now.
After a moment or two, Tracy reclaims the phone. “You good?”
“I’m great.”
“Glad to hear it,” she says. “Now…tell me all about Ryan Blake. Is he as hot as he is in photos?”
I smile. “He’s even hotter, but how do you know what he looks like? I thought you never heard of him.”
“Googled him after you told me about the job. I have to say I envy you, lady. That man is really, really, ridiculously good looking.”
“Believe me, I know. As a matter of fact…”
I take a deep breath and
His grin widens and doesn’t look so evil anymore.
“But I mean what I’m saying,” I continue, sliding my arms up his chest and wrapping them around his neck. “A lot’s happened today and I need some time to process it. You know?”
“I know.” He leans down to give me a tender kiss on the lips. “I get it. Do what you gotta do.”
This is a relief. I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d be able to hold out. Spending the night with him is really, really, really tempting, but in my heart, I know I shouldn’t be jumping into things.
Um… Let me rephrase that. I know I shouldn’t be jumping any further than I already have. I still can’t believe we went down on each other! How did that even happen?
“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, then,” he says.
“Tomorrow it is.”
We exchange a smile, and then he leans in to give me a deep, delicious kiss. I feel my resolve start to weaken. If he asks me again to go home with him, will I find the strength to say no? I’m not so sure that I will.
But he doesn’t ask. I don’t know whether to feel relieved or disappointed.
“Why don’t you go on ahead?” I suggest.
Last night Ryan left the meeting room ahead of me. Grumpy, uncooperative old sourpuss that he was, he was hardly going to be a gentleman and wait for me to gather my things together so we could exit the building together. Seeing as I’d rather not make it known that something’s going on between us, I see no reason to stray from the routine. Thankfully, Ryan seems to agree.
“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow, Charlotte. Sweet dreams.”
He gives me one last lingering kiss, and then, with the most gorgeous smile on his lips, he slips out the door.
I walk over to the other side of the table and switch off my phone’s recording device. I start packing things up, but before I can zip up my bag, I have to sit down for a second to let the events of the evening sink in. Ryan Blake. And me. It doesn’t seem real.
* * * *
If I ever needed to turn to a girlfriend for advice, now is the time. I’m tempted to call Gina. She already knows that I have the hots for Ryan, and she knows the importance of nailing this job—writing the biography, I mean, not bedding Ryan down! She’s the one person who would probably understand my dilemma better than anyone else.
Sadly, I really can’t talk to her about this. While I definitely consider her a good friend, she is still my agent and I can’t let her know what happened today. My professional behavior reflects on her.
Oh my god. She would kill me if she knew what went on between Ryan and me…
I know. I’ll call Tracy.
I dig my phone out my bag and stretch out on my stomach on the firm motel bed before dialing her number. She answers after a couple of rings.
“Hey, lady. Are you calling to speak to Bertie?”
I can’t help but laugh. I do miss Mr. Furry Pants, as a matter of fact.
“Is he in a talkative mood?” I ask.
“Oh, definitely. Hang on a sec.” I hear some movement and then a noise like she’s dragging her phone across a sofa cushion. And then I hear the very faint sound of my cat purring into the phone.
“Awww,” I coo. “Bertie, baby. I miss you.”
As I close my eyes, the sound of his purring seems to grow just the tiniest bit louder. I really wish he could be here with me right now.
After a moment or two, Tracy reclaims the phone. “You good?”
“I’m great.”
“Glad to hear it,” she says. “Now…tell me all about Ryan Blake. Is he as hot as he is in photos?”
I smile. “He’s even hotter, but how do you know what he looks like? I thought you never heard of him.”
“Googled him after you told me about the job. I have to say I envy you, lady. That man is really, really, ridiculously good looking.”
“Believe me, I know. As a matter of fact…”
I take a deep breath and
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