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I was finished with the article and ready for Jake to look at it. Even though we were in the same office, I had been emailing back and forth with him all afternoon. I shot over the final preliminary article and leaned back in my chair, sipping the last of my coffee.
Greg was on the phone, speaking softly to someone. He was leaned back in his chair, his feet kicked out to the side and crossed at the ankle. He shifted his eyes to mine, and it was like getting shocked when you touched metal in the winter. The intensity of his gaze radiated down my spine, and he let his gaze drift from my face to my ankles and back up, the heat in his eyes growing with each inch. When his focus returned to my face, I was ready to start fanning myself. Was it hot in here? Was it the coffee? I looked away from him as my computer binged.
Jake had sent me a reply asking me to come to his office. I closed my laptop, tucked it under my arm, and stood. Greg was still sitting in the same position, and he once again let his eyes travel down my body. Only before they made their way back up, I hustled around the cubicle and toward the other side of the office. I was here for a purpose, and Greg was not that purpose.
Jake and I discussed the article for a few minutes, and he suggested a few tweaks.
“Alright, I think we have it. What now?”
“Now, I send it off, let them know it’s going to be printed and ask them if they would like to comment on it.”
“What do you expect to happen?”
“I expect that you’ll get a phone call very shortly, and they will either want to slay you, or they will have had some major reconsideration of their decision.” Jake chuckled.
“Send it.”
“I have the email ready; I just needed your approval on the article.”
“You have my approval.” Jake leaned back in his chair and grinned. He was an attractive man, with intense dark-blue eyes and a shaved skull.
I attached the article, winked at him, and then hit send. He leaned up to his desk when his computer notified him of a new email and read what I had blind copied to him.
He glanced at his watch. “Let’s see how long it takes.”
“I give it thirty minutes,” I told him. I closed my laptop and stood.
“Maggie, wait a minute. I wanted to talk to you about something else.” I slipped back into my seat, uneasy for a moment as he eyed me carefully. “You seem like a woman who likes a little adventure.”
I chuckled. “I guess.”
“And you are serious about going on this mission delivery if we get the contract back?”
“Absolutely. I’ll do whatever you ask.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to report the success of it. I want to report on what your employees go through to help with the humanitarian needs. I might currently be a romance columnist, but that’s not who I am. My goal has always been to report on politics, wars, humanitarian efforts, not how to keep a man. Oh, hell, no!”
“Would you be willing to go into a harsher environment and report on that too?”
I cocked my head. “Are you expecting things to get more dangerous?”
He shook his head. “No, I’m thinking about the future. I was wondering if you might be interested in becoming a field agent of sorts, and travel with the team. You could sell your stories freelance, help us land more business with positive reports, and eventually help more people.”
I was shocked at his suggestion; it was so close to the line of thought that I had been having. “Jake, I would be very interested.”
He nodded. “I figured you would be.”
He told me a little bit more about what he was thinking, and I absorbed every word. I would most definitely do this. It would be an incredible opportunity for me. Maybe I wouldn’t do it for long, but a couple of trips and I could get some street cred and land a bigger job with a primary news source.
“There is just one obstacle that you are going to have to overcome.”
“What’s that?”
“Greg.”
I frowned. “Greg doesn’t have any say in the matter.”
