God, he’s attractive.
Especially the way he cares about people.
That quiet presence he offers.
The relaxed confidence in how he carries himself.
I drag my attention back to the job.
Be good. You’re at work.
I’ve spent years building my reputation in this city, establishing trust.
I’m not about to ruin that over some guy.
Across the distance, our eyes meet.
Only for a second, before I look away.
Inevitably, it happens again.
He flips through a sketchbook with the drummer of a well-known band.
But his eyes return to me with that same gentle smile.
My pulse kicks harder.
This is ridiculous.
Fingering the tie inside my pocket, I make a beeline toward the bathroom.
Leaning over the sink I turn the tap to cold, splashing water on my face.
Get a grip, I whisper.
Staring at my reflection for a moment, curiosity gets the better of me.
I drape the tie loosely around my neck.
The color is striking against the fabric of my suit.
For a second I consider it, but then come to my senses.
No. This is exactly how things get complicated.
I don’t do complicated.
Not anymore.
I’m not interested in something cheap and meaningless in a back room.
And for what? Just to be discarded after a night or two?
I’m not good at casual.
Especially with a man like him.
But every time Amos comes near me, I evaporate.
