he office, and I ha一ve to say,
they look great. I take one into Jack’s office. His eyes light
up, and I don’t know if it’s at me or the brochure. I
choose to believe it’s the latter.
“These look great, Ana.” Idly, he flicks through it.
“Yeah, good job. Are you seeing your boyfriend this
evening?” His lip curls as he says boyfriend.
“Yes. We live together.” It’s sort of the truth. Well, we
do at the moment. And I ha一ve officially agreed to move in,
so it’s not much of a white lie. I hope that it’s enough to
throw him off the scent.
“Would he object to you coming out for a quick drink
tonight? To celebrate all your hard work?”
“I ha一ve a friend coming in from out of town tonight,
and we’re all going out for dinner.” And I’ll be busy every
night, Jack.
“I see.” He sighs, exasperated. “Maybe when I’m
back from New York, huh?” He raises his eyebrows in
expectation, and his gaze darkens suggestively.
expectation, and his gaze darkens suggestively.
Oh no. I smile, noncommittal, stifling a shudder.
“Would you like some coffee or tea?” I ask.
“Coffee, please.” His voice is low and husky as if he’s
asking for something else. Fuck. He’s not going to back
off. I can see that now. Oh . . . What to do?
I breathe a long sigh of relief when I am out of his
office. He makes me tense. Christian is right about him,
and part of me is pissed that Christian is right about him.
I sit down at my desk and my Blackberry rings—a
number I don’t recognize.
“Ana Steele.”
“Hi, Steele!” Ethan’s drawl catches me momentarily off
guard.
“Ethan! How are you?” I almost squeal with delight.
“Glad to be back. I am seriously fed up with sunshine
and rum punches, and my baby sister being hopelessly in
love with the big guy. It’s been hell, Ana.”
“Yeah! Sea, sand, sun, and rum punches sounds like
Dante’s Inferno.” I giggle. “Where are you?”
“I’m at Sea-Tac, waiting for my bag. What are you
doing?”
“I’m at work. Yes, I am gainfully employed,” I
respond to his gasp. “Do you want to come here and
collect the k
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