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Man, do I want to kiss her.
Breathe, Hunter. Breathe…
She’s staring at me, looking right into my eyes, and I could happily stay here forever… held captive in her gaze.
Except I need to pull myself together. I need to stop thinking about her lying on my bed in those sexy pajamas she was just talking about, a smile touching her lips as she smiles up at me…
Get a grip, man.
She’s here for an interview. It’s a process I’ve been through many times before. The problem is, I can’t think of what to say next. I’ve already screwed up by focusing too much on what she’s wearing, my only excuse being that her tight gray suit is too distracting for words.
But now I need to concentrate.
And breathe…
With great reluctance, I tear my eyes away from her and glance at my computer screen, pulling up her resume, before I look back at her again, smiling.
“I’m sorry. We haven’t been formally introduced, have we?” I offer my hand across the desk and she takes it. Her skin is soft against mine and I take a moment to get used to the sensation before I add, “I’m Hunter Bennett.”
She withdraws her hand, like I just scalded her. “I—I thought I was seeing Theodore Bennett. I mean, I thought I was applying for the position of PA to the CEO,” she says, looking confused, and sounding it too.
“You are. I’m the CEO. Theodore Bennett was my father.”
“Was?” she pales slightly.
“Yes. He died a year ago, and for some reason best known only to themselves, the board put me in charge.”
“Oh, God. I am so sorry. I didn’t…”
“Hey…” I hold up my hand. “Please don’t worry about it. It’s a simple mistake to make.” It’s also something Miles should have put you straight on… damn him. “Although I like to think my father and I are very different men. At least, I hope we are.”
Her brow furrows, but I’m not about to go into my family history. Not now.
“I’m still really sorry,” she says.
“Don’t be.” I hate seeing her like this. I need to change the subject… quickly. “Your name…”
She sits forward, the movement interrupting me. “Oh, yes. Sorry. I forgot to introduce myself.”
I smile. “You don’t need to. I know your name is Livia Hopkins.”
“Oh… of course you do.” She blushes again, and while I hate the fact that she’s so flustered, I can’t help smiling. She’s so damn beautiful.
“I was just wondering, is Livia short for Olivia?”
She shakes her head. “No. My name is Livia. It’s not short for anything.”
“It’s odd, but when Miles told me your name, I felt sure I’d heard it before. Not the Hopkins part, you understand, just Livia.”
“You mean you’ve met someone called Livia before? Because I never have.”
“Neither have I. Not necessarily. That’s what I’m trying to say. Your name is familiar, but I can’t think where from.”
“I see. Well… if you remember, let me know.”
“I will.”
We stare at each other for a long moment and then my phone beeps, reminding me I’ve got another meeting in an hour.
