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I squeeze my eyes shut. My hands are stiff and straight, remaining by my sides, a flush colors my cheeks, and I bite my lips and hold my breath, waiting for his wrath. But it doesn’t come.
“Are you alright? You seem to prefer the floor. This is the second time in five minutes I have found you on the carpet.” His rough voice speaks with concern, yet it’s laced with some humor.
I peek open one eye to look at him, seeing him smiling above me. Slowly, I open my other eye and get the full picture of his blindingly white smile. I can’t help but drink him in. He is hot. Like a model hot. His eyes search my face and when our gazes meet, I am certain I see his deep blues twinkling.
“Yep!” I say, popping the ‘p,’ my breathing shallow. I once again notice the small wrinkle in between his brows, and I squeeze my fists tighter so I don’t reach out to smooth it away.
“Who are you?” he asks, almost in wonder, looking at me like he is seeing me for the first time.
“I’m Beth. The event planner.” Could I sound any more pathetic? My heart sinks because now I know for sure that his mother is never going to be a customer of ours again and Kelly is going to kill me.
“Beth...” he says slowly, like he is tasting the flavor of my name on his tongue. “The event planner… Have we met before?” His eyes crinkle at the sides as he assesses me, and I want to close my eyes and disappear.
“Yes. Once,” I grimace. Might as well get this over with. I’m mentally preparing my resume for the job hunt I will be on once he fires the agency from ever working with him and his family again.
“You have spilt champagne over me before, haven’t you?” The smile on his face fades to one of awe, and I’m not sure if that’s a good thing. His memory is much better than I thought it would be.
“You remember?” I ask, horrified, but I’m also a little intrigued that I made an impression.
“Hmmm,” is all he says, making no move to get off me, his body heat melting into my bones, and I suddenly understand why women fall at his feet. He is looking at me like I am the only woman in the world. Like I am special.
His cell phone vibrates in his pocket, startling us both. He jumps up off me then, offering me his hand to help me up. I take it, trying not to look at his body and pretending that the brown carpet is the most interesting thing I have ever seen.
“Yes?” he says as he answers the call.
“Fine, I will be there in two minutes. Don’t let him leave.”
I pick up the laundry bag and put his wet shirt inside while he finishes dressing in the new shirt I gave him.
“So, Beth, you work with Kelly at D.C. Events?” he asks me, his tone friendly, as he fastens the last button.
“Yes.” I give him a one-word answer, too scared of the verbal diarrhea that may explode out of my mouth at any moment and really not wanting to make this situation any worse than it already is. I ruin everything. It is why I can’t have nice things. This is why I don’t have a boyfriend. It is why no one could possibly want a girl like me.
“The dry cleaning can be returned to my office,” he says while pulling on his jacket.
“Okay. No problem.”
“Great. Good to meet you, Beth...” The way he says my name makes my stomach flip. His lips quirk at the sides as his eyes find mine once more for a moment before he steps around me and out the door.
What the hell just happened?
4
HARRISON
Istrut away from the dressing room like it is on fire. Clearing my throat, I pull at my collar.
Beth is someone I didn’t think I would see again, but a face I have never forgotten. When I saw her earlier, I knew the universe was playing a joke on me. The minute I declared I am staying away from women, Beth shows up and a flood of instant admiration flew through me like never before.
I watched her all day as she was organizing the media scrum like a pro and walked around the room taking care of everyone, her professional attire doing nothing to hide her voluptuous body as she managed the event without breaking a sweat.
Straightening my tie, I try to get my growing dick under control as I walk down the hallway back into the event room to meet Oscar.
I am days away from announcing my run for governor, and I don’t need her as a distraction, yet my thoughts have been on her for most of the event, my attraction instant. I also wasn’t the only one to spot her. Every man in this place had his eyes on her, and I can’t blame them. I’m here for work, to mingle and meet; she is the last thing I need, yet the vision of her ample body underneath mine is now seared into my brain.
I rub my eyes, my vision fuzzy and my pulse at a rate it hasn’t been for a while.
She isn’t my usual type. She looks too young and too innocent for a start. She can’t be older than early twenties, and I don’t make a habit of dating younger women. There have been enough political assholes playing around with barely-legal women over the years, and I don’t need to add to that list. Although the way she handles herself is with more maturity than any woman I have come across in years. That thought alone confuses me.
