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Chapter Eight
Shortly after the meeting, I haul my ass out of those swanky offices. I get off at the wrong floor twice before I finally find myself outside JW Media and surrounded by the bustle of the city.
I’m so on edge I could combust.It’s bubbling under my skin and making me itchy.
Maybe the specimen radiating potent masculinity and raw magnetism has something to do with it.
Why couldn’t he have been old?
Instead, Jake Williams has proved to be one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever set eyes upon. I saw it when I first met him, but I was too busy wallowing to appreciate it.
I’m pretty sure I’m jealous of his tailored suit. I’d need to be blind not to notice the body it’s hiding—trim waist beneath an open suit jacket and muscular thighs that strain against the material.
In the twenty minutes I sat in his office, he managed to erase the memories of kindness he showed just months ago.
Having him watch my every move in a job I’m already nervous about makes my stomach knot with anxiety and unwanted excitement.
To be fair, he’s not the worst thing I’ve ever had to look at while working.
Watching him walk is entertaining.
“How did it go?” Mandy singsongs through my phone as I try to avoid getting trampled on.
I love my friend, but she’s not who I want to vent my anger on right now. “Hey, sweetie. Is your husband with you?”
She remains silent before there’s a hushed whisper.
“Put him on the phone, Mandy.”
“I can tell by your tone that you’re not happy. I would like to have noted that he is not yet my husband. Therefore, if he has done anything wrong, you cannot hold me responsible.”
“Traitor,” Alex hisses in the background.
“Duly noted,” I agree.
He clears his throat. “Hey, Claire. What’s up?”
Taking a deep breath, I grip the phone a little tighter. “Don’tClaireme, Alex Hale.”
“Oh, shit. She full named you,” Mandy jeers.
“We’re friends, Alex, right?” I ask, trying to concentrate on getting myself a cab without getting knocked down.
He hesitates for a moment before replying, “Yes.”
“You could have told me who the donor was.”
“Ah,” Alex stalls, obviously unsure where this is going. “You’ve met Jake?”
“Jake?” I hear Mandy gasp. “You never told me he was the donor. Jesus, Alex, our kids play together.”
That makes me feel a little better.
“I couldn’t tell anyone.” He fights back. He’s such a sweetheart. I can hear the guilt in his voice. But he’s still not off the hook.
“Oh yeah, we’ve met,” I interrupt.
“And?”
