nd the thought makes
me smile. I daydream briefly about what he might do to me
but find myself shifting about in my chair. My subconscious
gazes at me disapprovingly over her half-moon specs—get
on with your work.
A little later, my phone buzzes. It’s Claire at reception.
“There’s a real cute guy in reception to see you. We
must go out for drinks sometime, Ana. You sure know
some hunky guys,” she hisses conspiratorially through the
phone.
Ethan! Grabbing my keys from my purse, I hurry out to
the foyer.
Holy shit—sun-bleached blond hair, a tan to die for,
and glowing hazel eyes gaze up at me from the green
leather couch. As soon as he sees me, his mouth drops
open, and he’s on his feet coming toward me.
“Wow, Ana.” He frowns at me as he bends to give me
hug.
“You look well.” I grin up at him.
“You look . . . wow—different. Worldly, more
sophisticated. What’s happened? You changed your hair?
Clothes? I don’t know, Steele, but you look hot!”
I blush furiously. “Oh, Ethan. I’m just in my work
clothes,” I scold as Claire looks on with an arched
eyebrow and a wry smile.
“How was Barbados?”
“How was Barbados?”
“Fun,” he says.
“When’s Kate back?”
“She and Elliot are flying back Friday. They’re pretty
damn serious about each other.” Ethan rolls his eyes.
“I’ve missed her.”
“Yeah? How ha一ve you been doing with Mr. Mogul?”
“Mr. Mogul?” I snicker. “Well, it’s been interesting.
He’s taking us out for dinner this evening.”
“Cool.” Ethan seems genuinely pleased. Phew!
“Here.” I hand him the keys. “You ha一ve the address?”
“Yeah. Laters.” He leans over and kisses my cheek.
“Elliot’s expression?”
“Yeah, kind of grows on you.”
“It does. Laters.” I smile at him as he collects his large
shoulder bag from beside the green couch and exits the
building.
When I turn, Jack is watching me from the far side of
the foyer, his expression unreadable. I smile brightly at him
and head back to my desk, feeling his eyes on me the
whole time. This is beginning to get on my nerves. What to
do? I ha一ve
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