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“It’s common courtesy.” His hot breath teased my ear. He was closer than I’d thought. “The man needed to catch the elevator.”
“No, not that. Why did you tell that guard I was following you?”
“I had to get your name somehow. You wouldn’t give it to me. My only other option was to get if off the police report.”
"Police report?" I whisper-shouted a little too loudly and caught the attention of a few other passengers who didn't even have the courtesy to pretend they weren't listening in on the unfolding elevator drama beside them.
I wriggled around until I was facing him. Big mistake. It was hard to put two coherent sentences together with only six inches separating us and his eyes staring back at mine. "You could have made me miss my interview if he hadn't backed off.”
“I was only kidding about the police report. Isaac’s a cool guy. It wouldn’t have gone that far.”
“Still.” I would have crossed my arms if there had been room.
“Hey.” A different expression came over his face. There wasn’t a hint of flirtiness or teasing anywhere to be seen. “I wouldn’t have let it go that far.” He held my gaze and suddenly I didn’t mind the close quarters so much anymore.
My whole body flushed. I must have been coming down with something because I was on fire.
The elevator chimed and the currier got off, taking his dolly with him. I stepped back, grateful for the chance to breathe again.
“Excuse us.” A very executive-looking group stepped onto the elevator. So much for my extra space.
I was still facing Kai. His eyes were still locked onto me. My mouth went dry. Tumbleweed-in-the-Arizona-sun dry. My stomach did a flip. Yep. I was definitely coming down with a stomach bug.
“Where are you getting off?” he asked.
“The twenty-ninth.”
“You’re kidding. You’re interviewing for the management job at Blue Pacific?”
Every thought in my mind came to a screeching halt. The only way he could know that very specific bit of information was if he really was my competition.
I’ve always been a fairly confident woman—when my stepmom wasn’t around, at least. Part of that, was knowing my own limitations. When it came to strategic thinking and marketing plans, I couldn’t be beat. But put me in a competition of charm?
Not so much.
I may have been blessed with my mom’s good looks, but I was about as smooth as burlap bed sheets in social situations.
I was sunk.
