just the rest of
the afternoon but well into the evening, too. I set to work.
When I look up, it’s after seven and the office is
deserted, though the light in Jack’s office is still on. I
hadn’t noticed everyone lea一ving, but I am nearly finished. I
e-mail the document back to Jack for his approval and
check my inbox. There’s nothing new from Christian, so I
quickly glance at my Blackberry, and it startles me by
buzzing—it’s Christian.
“Hi,” I murmur.
“Hi, when will you be finished?”
“By seven thirty, I think.”
“I’ll meet you outside.”
“Okay.”
He sounds quiet, nervous even. Why? Wary of my
reaction?
“I’m still mad at you, but that’s all,” I whisper. “We
ha一ve a lot to talk about.”
“I know. See you at seven thirty.”
Jack comes out of his office.
“I ha一ve to go. See you later.” I hang up.
I look up at Jack as he strolls casually toward me.
“I just need a couple of tweaks. I’ve e-mailed the brief
back to you.”
He leans over me while I retrieve the document, rather
close—uncomfortably close. His arm brushes mine.
Accidentally? I flinch, but he pretends not to notice. His
other arm rests on the back of my chair, touching my
back. I sit up so I’m not leaning against the backrest.
“Pages sixteen and twenty-three, and that should be
it,” he murmurs, his mouth inches from my ear.
My skin crawls at his proximity, but I choose to ignore
it. Opening the document, I shakily start on the changes.
He’s still leaning over me, and all my senses are
hyperaware. It’s distracting and awkward, and inside I am
screaming, Back off!
“Once this is done, it’ll be good to go to print. You can
organize that tomorrow. Thank you for staying late and
doing this, Ana.” His voice is smooth, gentle, like he’s
talking to a wounded animal. My stomach twists.
“I think the least I could do is reward you with a quick
drink. You deserve one.” He tucks a strand of my hair
that’s come loose from my hair tie behind my ear and
gently caresses the lobe.
I cringe gritting my teeth, and I jerk my head away.
Shit
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