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Who does that?
The buzz from my desk phone startles me, and I jump. I shake my head. What in the hell is wrong with me?
“Hey Gina, what's up?” I answer as I sit in my chair.
“LucaDeMellois here for your eleven o’clock. Should I send him in?”
“Yes please, thanks.” Clicking the phone off, I run my hands along the fabric of my dress, smoothing out the imaginary wrinkles. I scoot my chair in, sit up tall, and fold my hands.
Wait. Why am I folding my hands?
I unfold them and try to figure out what to do with them when there’s a knock on my door. Too late. “Come in,” I call, and the door clicks open, hislarge framefilling the doorway.
Luca steps inside, shutting the door behind him, but as soon as he sees me, he stops dead in his tracks. His mouth opens as if he's about to say something, but he says nothing.
His eyes, though.
Boy, do they tell a different story.
So much for not recognizing me.
“You? You’re Neveah Walker?”
He walks closer to me, and my back goes stiff. I should stand and offer him a handshake or something, but I don’t move.
“Yes, that would be me. Nice to meet you too. Luca, is it?”
When he stops in front of my desk, he grips the back of the chair in front of him, taking on what I would call a defiant stance. I look away so I won’t see his biceps flexing. “So what, you were out scouting me? Watching me to see if I’d be a good fit around here?”
Wow, the nerve of this guy.
Heat creeps up the back of my neck and not the good kind. Who in the fuck does he think he is?
“No, actually,I was out to dinner with a friend, as if that’s any of your business. We respect privacy around here, and besides, anything I want to know about you, I can find out.”
Luca smirks. “Go ahead, then. I just find it funny that I saw you last week and now suddenly you’re meeting with me with an offer for sponsorship. Did I impress you that much?” He winks, and I resist the urge to roll my eyes.
Any attraction I felt for him wanes, spreading into a thin line.Almostlike it never existed.
Butinitsplaceis something else, something I don’t like. Something that makes my stomach hurt. I’m pretty sure it rhymes with eight and starts with an H. Yeah, pretty obvious.
Now it’s my turn to smirk. “Nice try. Quite the opposite, in fact. Seeing the rumors in action made me believe them more, and I almost canceled this meeting.” I shrug as I bite back my smile.
“Why am I here then?” Luca lets go of the chair and stands up straight. “Don’t waste my fucking time, boss lady. I’m not a fan.”
Goddamn, the audacity of this guy.
The heat on the back of my neck is in full sunburn mode now. “I’m not your boss, so don’t call me that. If you’re interested in the sponsorship, sit down. Otherwise, be on your way,” Isnap,over his shit.
Forget the look.
Forget his eyes.
Forget it all.
What they say, what I’ve heard? It’s true.
LucaDeMellois a grade A conceited prick.
