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I shut my eyes for a moment, unable to turn, unwilling to verify the voice. But that wouldn’t change the facts. The initials from Adam’s wallet yesterday flashed to my mind. That third letter was M. Adam Freaking McGregor. Although I was pretty sure the “F” stood for something different.
When I opened my eyes, Adam was standing next to Bella, his hands casually tucked in his gray slacks pockets. He wasn’t wearing a blazer, but over his black dress shirt and black tie was a buttoned gray vest.
He cocked his head to the side and a smile teased his lips for a brief moment when our eyes met. Why the hell did he not tell me yesterday? Did he think it’d be amusing to see the look on my face today?
And did he normally make an appearance with the interns, or was he purposefully doing it just to get a rise out of me? Oh God. His gaze shifted to the stain on my blouse, and his eyes crinkled at the edges before he looked away.
Jeez. I’d seen him half naked.
My body became hot, and I tightened my grip on my purse strap as I lowered my head, staring down at the floor.
“Are you coming?”
I looked up, blinking a few times in confusion as I stared into Adam’s intense blue eyes. I glanced over his shoulder to where everyone had gathered inside the conference room. I hadn’t even heard them walk by me.
Should I admit that we had already met or not? I decided it was best to act like we hadn’t slept under the same roof the other night. “Yes,” I said in a low voice and brushed past him, hating the feel of his muscular arm grazing mine.
Of course, nothing had actually happened between the two of us. So I’d seen him without a shirt on, and he’d bought me breakfast. It was innocent. I didn’t need to get all bent out of shape about it.
I sat in the remaining seat at the long oval table. A few of the other interns were eying me, but I couldn’t jump to conclusions. They didn’t know anything, right?
Stop! There’s nothing to know.
When I looked up, Adam’s arms were crossed over his chest, and he was standing at the opposite end of the table. I tried not to remember the ink that covered the back of his shoulder and the inside of his forearm as the fabric of his dress shirt strained against his biceps.
Well, I tried, in any case, but all I could think about was his damn body.
I wanted to bury my face in my hands or, better yet, cross my arms over the stain on my shirt. But I also didn’t want to look like a total nitwit.
“I’m Adam McGregor,” he said, dropping his hands to his sides, “as most of you know.” Adam circled the table, making eye contact with each and every one of the interns—except me. “Welcome to McGregor Advanced Communications. This division of the company is responsible for handling the major media outlets we own, which include newspapers, a few cable channels, and two talk shows.”
This was no surprise to me—I had specifically applied to internships in this field.
“Will you be leading our team?” asked one of the Irish male interns—I think he’d told me his name was Craig. I focused on Craig’s bleached-blond and very gelled spiky hair. This, I figured, was better than gawking at my new boss.
Adam pushed his hands back into his pockets and braced his legs in a casual stance. “I’ll be checking in on you from time to time, but I won’t be able to dedicate my full attention.” His eyes immediately went to mine, and I swallowed. “Your project manager is John Allen. He’ll be here soon.”
I ripped my gaze from him and observed the other interns. I could sense some of the disappointment from the group. Of course they’d want Adam running the show. Who wouldn’t want to work directly for one of the owners of the company? As for me, I was breathing a major sigh of relief.
“In a moment, I’d like to invite you all to breakfast in the cafeteria just down the hall. I want everyone to get to know each other since you’ll be working together for the next three months. After breakfast, John will explain your assignments.” Adam nodded at the group and started for the exit. “You can all come this way.”
I waited for everyone to leave the table before I stood. When I turned to face the door, I found it shut, with Adam standing in front of it, his eyes on me.
“Sorry I didn’t come clean with you yesterday, but I couldn’t bloody believe it when you told me you were working at my company.”
I forced a smile. “And you couldn’t resist a joke, huh?”
He tipped his head and looked at me with narrowed eyes. “You forgive me?” His brows rose as his lips quirked at the edges.
God, the man was sexy as hell. “Of course. It’s not like—you know . . .” I waved my hand in a wheel between us, and then pulled my arm back down and blinked a few times at my sheer stupidity.
“Like what?” Adam took a giant step closer.
He was too close—so close that I could smell him again. I thought of my mother’s kitchen, trying to detect the herbs and spices that made him smell so freaking good. “I just, um.” Wow. Brilliant. The guy had me speechless.
“What happened to your shirt?”
His eyes were focused on my blouse, and my fingers darted to the V of my top before shifting up to my collarbone. “Not the best first impression, huh?”
