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Killian lowered himself into the plush leather chair across from my desk and brought one leg up over the other. “To be broken, of course.”
“Sometimes, I ask myself how you became CEO.”
“Oh, that’s easy. People think I’m a natural leader, and they respond well to my charisma,” he said with a wiggle of his brow.
I flicked my gaze up to his and gave him a skeptical look. “Oh, is that what they told you? Did those people, by any chance, work for you?”
“It was a focus group,” Killian replied, giving me a slow, lazy smirk. “You would’ve agreed with them, Meg. I have a very commanding presence.”
I rolled my eyes. “It is too early in the day for this, and we have a long flight tomorrow. Why don’t we talk then? It’ll give me a chance to organize my thoughts.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, Meg. Slacking on the job already? I guess you’re not as prepared as you’d like to be.”
I linked my fingers together. “I was just told about the trip, so don’t worry your pretty little head. I will be. I always find a way to stay on top of things.”
Killian’s smirk turned wicked, sending a shiver of desire racing up my spine. “I have an idea of something you could be on top of, or underneath of, for that matter.”
I rolled my eyes. “It’s a figure of speech.”
Killian leaned forward. “Just admit it. You’ve thought about my pretty little head more times than you’d like to admit.”
“You really have nothing better to do than sit there?”
Killian leaned back in his chair and crossed one leg over the other. “I do, but I enjoy this a lot better.”
“You do realize I have an actual job here, right?”
Killian folded his arms in his lap, the smirk never leaving his face. “So do I. You’ll have to learn how to share the reins.”
“So will you.”
“I like a good challenge.”
“So do I.”
In one quick move, Killian stood up and buttoned up his jacket. “You better bring your A game, Gomez. I would hate to think I picked the wrong person for the job.”
Before I could respond, he spun on his heels and stepped out of the office. He stopped just outside the door to talk to someone, and I kept staring at his hands as he gestured, noticing the thick veins running up the tops of his hands and into his suited sleeves. I shivered. With his smooth, angular face and square cut jaw, he looked like he could be on the cover of a men’s magazine.
And I hated it.
I wanted to wipe that half-smirk right off his face.
Then I wanted to reach inside me and yank out whatever part felt something for him and stomp it out, ideally before our trip tomorrow. With a frown, I turned my gaze back to my laptop and spent the rest of the day answering emails and taking phone calls. Whenever a shadow lurked in front of my door, my heart skipped a beat, and I found myself glancing up, half-hoping and half dreading it being Killian.
Why couldn’t I just hate his guts and leave it at that?
Of all the people I couldn't get out of my head, it had to be Killian, didn’t it?
Mother Fucker.
He’s your boss, Serena’s brother and an arrogant jackass. Any one of those reasons should be enough for you to keep your distance.
Except, apparently, itwasn’t enough of a reason and willing it to be wasn’t working. For the rest of the day, I tried to push away all thoughts of Killian to the back of my mind and instead focus on the upcoming project which was going to need all of my time and attention. At the end of the day, I gathered up my things and made a beeline for the elevator.
I spent the entire ride home wondering about Killian.
Again.
