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night your name came up in discussion…” he
started, turning his body towards me.
    My heart flatlined at that statement. I was
dying. I was sure of it. I gulped. I had no other reply.
    “It was brought to Connie’s attention that you
and I were dating.”
    Son of a bitch. Already? We just went to
lunch! My eyes went back and forth from his to Connie’s then
back to his. They were fucking amazing—both had impeccably straight
faces. I couldn’t tell what either of them was thinking.
    “I didn’t have a suitable answer at the time,”
he said pointedly, then looked at me, his grin unusually larger
than normal.
    It took me a minute to realize that his last
sentence wasn’t just a statement; it was a question. He was asking
me if we were dating…in front of Connie. Death. I was consumed by
it. I wanted to kill him. I wanted him to wallow in the death that
was enveloping me. Cocky bastard.
    “I…um…” I started, panicked, running my hands
along the arms of the chair, trying to wipe off the perspiration
building on my palms. I wanted to run as far away as I could in
these stupid heels. I could care less about my dream job or dream
boyfriend. I wanted out. I wanted out right then.
    “Not the answer I was envisioning in my head,
sweetheart,” he joked, placing his hand on my lower arm.
    I stared at his hand, my heart thumping out of
my chest. I didn’t know what to say or who to look at, so I focused
on his hand. Though I didn’t appreciate the situation he had me in,
his touch gave a tiny bit of comfort.
    “The reply I had for Connie was that it didn’t
matter,” he continued, looking straight at me when he did, making
me look up and our eyes connect. “There’s no company policy intact
that says we can’t date, anyway, so what does it matter? Am I
right, Connie?” Miles turned to face his sister.
    “There is no such policy,” she confirmed,
glaring at Miles as she spoke.
    Miles looked back at me, his grin still
displayed. “Therefore, beautiful, there would be no reason for you
to worry if people at ETV knew of any relationship between us.”
    I closed my eyes and licked my lips. I was
beginning to take notice of what he was doing and what game he was
playing. He didn’t like the distance I put between us while on
company grounds and he wanted to make it very apparent that our
status had no hold on my position at ETV. There were still a
million what-ifs that I should still consider—what would others
think of me? What would happen if, God forbid, anything should go
wrong between us? What does Connie think about this whole
situation? They were all things that I should think about but I
couldn’t…not with the way Miles was looking at me and the way my
heart felt when I opened my eyes and saw his big blue ones taking
me in.
    “Well, do you have a suitable answer now?” I
asked, nerves seeping from my body and a smirk replacing the
fearful look on my face.
    His gaze turned mischievous and incredibly sexy
before he winked and answered, “I think I may.”
    I met his stare and felt a zap between my legs.
I was turned on, there was no denying it. The next level in our
relationship had been reached. We were dating, and by the heat
transmitting between us, I had a feeling another level would be
reached in the near future. Things were moving…rapidly.
    “Are we finished?” Connie interrupted, her tone
less than enthused, making me jump, startled. I had forgotten where
we were.
    “I believe we are,” Miles answered, pleased, as
he stood, holding out his hand for me to join him.
    Connie’s mood never wavered. In fact, she had
already put her glasses back on and went back to what she was doing
before I looked back to her.
    “Have a good day, Connie,” Miles said, almost
sounding sarcastic, once we reached the door.
    “Uh huh,” was the extent of her reply. She
wasn’t happy, this I knew. But she never was, so it didn’t bother
me. She wouldn’t be happy about our relationship, but at the