After that first brief glance, June tore her eyes away, proud of herself for
not really looking at Arabella at all, and even prouder that her voice didn’t
wobble.
On that note, the meeting was turned over to the marketing team, the
table coming alive with conversation, ideas, and laughter. The atmosphere
was electric, but June felt it was a little more charged than normal. She
might be the only one feeling that extra surge, though.
She carefully lifted her eyes, but kept her lashes lowered and her head
angled down. Her fingers clutched her pen, and she felt her hand moving,
jotting down notes, even though she had no notion of what she was writing.
She hoped it was more than illegible scrawls.
Arabella was seated across the table, to the right, and June’s gaze didn’t
have far to go before it landed right there. Discreetly. She didn’t want
Arabella to know she was studying her.
From above the table, all that was visible was a white button-down
blouse, elegant and flowy, but also simple. It was buttoned up nearly to the
top, neatly hiding her ample breasts. Her creamy skin extended from the
collar.
Arabella had been pretty in high school, but the decade since had been
more than good to her. She was absolutely stunning now, even from under
the thick fringe of lashes obscuring June’s vision. Her hair was no longer
platinum, but an ash, honey color. It was swept up into a loose bun on top
her head, soft tendrils trailing down to frame her heart-shaped face. Her
makeup was drastically understated, which was a shock. Oddly enough, the
lack of it only seemed to enhance her pink bow lips and carved cheekbones
and made her blue eyes pop.
June realized she was staring without appearing to be staring, but staring
all the same. She quickly snapped her head down and nearly cursed as a
fiery pain shot up her neck. Her hand cramped on her pen, and when she
looked at what she’d written, it was indeed a mess. She quickly turned to a