Mr. Garcia’s associates listened, nodded, took notes.
Beckham was silent. His eyes never moved from me.
At the end of the presentation, one of Beckham’s assistants smiled and said, “Well, Mrs. Hart, everything looks perfect. From the price to the location itself, I have to say we are very pleased and will have our final answer for you soon.” Assenting voices confirmed their mutual agreement.
Kira stood up, walked over to the door, and opened it. “Gentlemen, before you leave, we have complimentary champagne, wine, and whiskey waiting for you in one of our event rooms. Please feel free to continue looking around.”
As they proceeded to rise and head to the door, discussing quietly, I began putting the projector and the equipment used for it away. Very soon, however, I felt a presence behind me. I turned to face the man of the hour: Beckham Garcia.
“I don’t believe we’ve been properly introduced,” I said, tamping down on my nerves.
He stuck hislefthand out for me to shake. “Beckham Garcia… clearly you are Rosenna Hart.” I felt my knees weaken again. Beckham’s voice was deep, the tiniest rasp to it. My name rolled off his tongue, almost like he practiced it to commit it to memory.
Rosenna… please. You are a married woman.
Placing my hand in his, I tensed at a thrill but reluctantly pushed it away as I forced myself to speak. “It’s nice to finally be acquainted.” I gave a small grin and felt my heart flutter as he ran his thumb over my wedding ring.
We both looked down at our hands for a moment before I pulled away quickly and turned around. Grabbing the files I needed, I went to take a step back when I felt his hand on the small of my back, preventing me from bumping into him.
Why is he standing so close…?
I looked up at him through my eyelashes as warmth spread through my body.
My pulse hammered in my chest, so loud I was almost afraid he’d hear it.
His touch against me felt charged. If I was crazy, I’d say I could feel his fingertips pressing into me.
He fixed his gaze on me, almost as if he was captivated, trying to paint the image in his mind to never forget. His eyes held so much intensity… almost as if hewantedme to notice the fire in them, the danger, the intense pull—
“Rosenna, would you be so kind as to help me escort our guests out?” Kira said at the door.
Beckham and I quickly pulled away from one another. I looked over to Kira, who looked like she was going to go into a panic attack, but she simply stepped aside as Beckham seemed to come to his senses before he stormed out of the room.
“Fire me, please,” she whispered in a plea.
I placed the files on the table as I pushed my hair out of my face, flustered. “What just happened?” I whispered.
Kira came over to me quickly. “What just happened is our biggest potential client just had a K-Drama moment with you!”
“It’s not what it looks like,” I said, trying to convince myself.
Kira shook her head. “Stay here while I clear them out. I need things to remain PG, and by the ’fuck me’ eyes you were giving him just now, I need to be cautious.”
My eyes widened. “Kira, stop it!” I whisper-yelled. She just raised her hands in the air as she left me in the conference room.
Taking a seat, my leg bounced in worry. I could still feel the lingering touch of Beckham’s hand as a blush heated my face.
You are over-exaggerating. Kira always over-exaggerates. Nothing happened.Nothing. Just land him as a client and go about your life. It was all just in the moment. Whateveritwas is over. You’re…happilymarried. Nothing happened, and nothing is going to happen.
I arrived home around six PM and decided to do a bit of pampering for myself. Getting the tub ready, I lit a few candles and let down my hair. I removed my clothes and lay in the tub as I picked up a book I’d been reading. It was an erotic novel… Sue me.
Gavin and I hadn’t made love for some time now. I could quite literally count on my fingers the number of times we’d actually had sex. Again, he was my first everything, but we were not all that intimate with one another… which was fine. But I had to keep myself rather…occupied, and the only way I could was through explicit romance and fantasy novels.
However, tonight something was wrong. In the space of the hunky male MC, I usually pictured Gavin at his best-looking, or failing that someone totally imaginary. Soaking in the bath now, however, someone very real and very not Gavin strutted about in my mind:Beckham. His eyes, his demeanor, his hands… I shifted in the water, pressing my thighs together, frustration curling inside me like a brewing storm.
I closed the book and sighed heavily as I leaned back in the tub, silently chastising my unruly thoughts.
It was just in the moment. Nothing happened. It was only in the moment.
