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interview, she was doubting her ability to leave without showing him her tits.
"Please, have a seat." He moved to the chair behind the desk. Once he was seated, she took hers in a soft leather armchair directly in front of him. Wesley pushed a button on his phone. A voice, presumably Linda's, answered. "Yes, Mr. Caraway?"
"Hold my calls, for the next thirty please."
"Will do, sir."
Wesley looked at Tess, she was now able to take in the greatness that was his face, at her leisure. "Will thirty minutes be enough? I have to be in court in an hour."
"There aren't that many questions, so I think thirty minutes should be plenty. Thank you for meeting with me. I won't take up much of your time." She cleared her throat once again and pulled out the list from her messenger. "Okay, question one. What has been your biggest personal accomplishment since graduating?"
"We went to school together?" He asked, head cocked to the side. He was trying to place her, but Tess knew he never would.
"Yes."
"I think I would remember going to school with you." Compliment? Tess decided yes.
"Well, we did. I promise. I was two grades below you, so that's probably why." That, and she looked nothing like the hot mess she was back then.
"Did you know me?"
She willed her eyes not to roll. Like anyone didn't know him—he had to be aware of that fact. Fishing for compliments was a pet peeve of hers. Could it be he was oblivious to the power he had on every girl, and probably some boys, at Crest Ridge?
In case he was fishing, she kept it cool. "I knew of you, but our paths never converged." Per se.
"Well, if you weren't in our class, how did Lindsay rope you into this interview gig?" His voice was light, like he didn't take things too seriously. It was a refreshing change from the lawyers she'd encountered in the past. One of which being Hunter Boyd. The dullest, cheapest man she'd ever dated. That might not have had anything to do with him practicing law, but it soured her on the profession nonetheless. Just like all doctors most likely weren't self-centered, premature ejaculators, but thanks to Dr. Jeffry Muntz, that was her opinion until proven otherwise.
"You know, Wesley, I've been asking myself that question for the last two weeks." She gave him a full smile, which he retuned in equal wattage...Saturation level was now at any number number ending in -illion.
"I write for Urban Living , so I guess she got the impression I was the person for the job. It hasn't been so bad. She gave me the list of questions, so basically I conduct the interviews and put it together for the newsletters."
"I don't see why we need one newsletter, let alone four," he admitted.
Tess laughed. "I hate to say it, but I was wondering the same thing. I guess I should have declined, but I have a hard time saying no when someone asks for my help."
"Good to know," Wesley said with a roguish smirk. "Don't tell anyone, but I wasn't even going to go to the reunion."
Okay.
"My lips are sealed." She tried to ignore the fact that he was now looking at her lips. "Anyway, it's fine. Maybe I could add it to my portfolio or something." She smiled. "I think we've eaten fifteen of our allotted thirty minutes, so we better get to these questions."
"Oh, right. I was enjoying our conversation so much, I'd forgotten." He grinned. It was a flirty grin. If she'd been unsure before, she knew now—Wesley Caraway was flirting with her. EEEK! But wait, was he married? Because that could go from flattering to insulting in an instant. Her smile dropped and she looked at his hands, but the one that may or may not have a ring on it was under his desk. Until it was confirmed or denied, she had to keep this strictly professional.
She cleared her throat. "Question number one: What do you feel is you biggest personal accomplishment since graduating." He shifted a bit, picking up on her crisper tone.
"Well, finishing college and law school was all well and good, but I'd
"Please, have a seat." He moved to the chair behind the desk. Once he was seated, she took hers in a soft leather armchair directly in front of him. Wesley pushed a button on his phone. A voice, presumably Linda's, answered. "Yes, Mr. Caraway?"
"Hold my calls, for the next thirty please."
"Will do, sir."
Wesley looked at Tess, she was now able to take in the greatness that was his face, at her leisure. "Will thirty minutes be enough? I have to be in court in an hour."
"There aren't that many questions, so I think thirty minutes should be plenty. Thank you for meeting with me. I won't take up much of your time." She cleared her throat once again and pulled out the list from her messenger. "Okay, question one. What has been your biggest personal accomplishment since graduating?"
"We went to school together?" He asked, head cocked to the side. He was trying to place her, but Tess knew he never would.
"Yes."
"I think I would remember going to school with you." Compliment? Tess decided yes.
"Well, we did. I promise. I was two grades below you, so that's probably why." That, and she looked nothing like the hot mess she was back then.
"Did you know me?"
She willed her eyes not to roll. Like anyone didn't know him—he had to be aware of that fact. Fishing for compliments was a pet peeve of hers. Could it be he was oblivious to the power he had on every girl, and probably some boys, at Crest Ridge?
In case he was fishing, she kept it cool. "I knew of you, but our paths never converged." Per se.
"Well, if you weren't in our class, how did Lindsay rope you into this interview gig?" His voice was light, like he didn't take things too seriously. It was a refreshing change from the lawyers she'd encountered in the past. One of which being Hunter Boyd. The dullest, cheapest man she'd ever dated. That might not have had anything to do with him practicing law, but it soured her on the profession nonetheless. Just like all doctors most likely weren't self-centered, premature ejaculators, but thanks to Dr. Jeffry Muntz, that was her opinion until proven otherwise.
"You know, Wesley, I've been asking myself that question for the last two weeks." She gave him a full smile, which he retuned in equal wattage...Saturation level was now at any number number ending in -illion.
"I write for Urban Living , so I guess she got the impression I was the person for the job. It hasn't been so bad. She gave me the list of questions, so basically I conduct the interviews and put it together for the newsletters."
"I don't see why we need one newsletter, let alone four," he admitted.
Tess laughed. "I hate to say it, but I was wondering the same thing. I guess I should have declined, but I have a hard time saying no when someone asks for my help."
"Good to know," Wesley said with a roguish smirk. "Don't tell anyone, but I wasn't even going to go to the reunion."
Okay.
"My lips are sealed." She tried to ignore the fact that he was now looking at her lips. "Anyway, it's fine. Maybe I could add it to my portfolio or something." She smiled. "I think we've eaten fifteen of our allotted thirty minutes, so we better get to these questions."
"Oh, right. I was enjoying our conversation so much, I'd forgotten." He grinned. It was a flirty grin. If she'd been unsure before, she knew now—Wesley Caraway was flirting with her. EEEK! But wait, was he married? Because that could go from flattering to insulting in an instant. Her smile dropped and she looked at his hands, but the one that may or may not have a ring on it was under his desk. Until it was confirmed or denied, she had to keep this strictly professional.
She cleared her throat. "Question number one: What do you feel is you biggest personal accomplishment since graduating." He shifted a bit, picking up on her crisper tone.
"Well, finishing college and law school was all well and good, but I'd
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