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“Right away, sir.” With that, he leaves my office.
The ‘having a lot on my plate’ isn’t technically a lie. I do have a lot on my plate, but I’ll start with this. I scan the file and narrow my gaze as my eyes fall on what I’m looking for. Twenty-three. That’s exactly twenty-two years difference. That’s yet another factor worth considering.
If we’re going to be working together, I’ll have to be able put this attraction aside. I’m her boss, and the age difference is something.
But I can’t help the way I feel.
Maybe getting her under my sheets just one last time would make me stop wanting her so badly.
Although, Noelle seems just fine with the way things are between us. She’s not making a big deal out of it, and if she doesn’t want to talk about the passionate night from last week, I’ll have to back off.
The hole in my chest is almost all consuming.
Noelle was able to fill it for that night, but the hollow feeling Vanessa left in me when she died made my mind blank for days. It took a long time to crawl out of that hollowness.
I can’t afford to go back to that. My life was just perfect as it was before Noelle walked into it. Forming an entanglement with another woman isn’t something worth considering, not even if it’s someone like Noelle. Tossing her file to the side, I flex my fingers.
There’s a whole lot of work to do here. Might as well start now.
* * *
News sure travels fast. The PR big party has everyone in the company talking. It’s going to be my first major event inMediaHire—the renaming has been formalized— and it’s even more reason to do everything I can to make the party a memorable and exciting one. That’s my number one priority. Putting the company on the map.
I walk into the general office just in time to catch the staff chattering about it, before my presence silences the room. I can’t help my lips from curving slightly at that.
“Mr. Thatcher!” A sultry voice calls out from behind me, just before I press the elevator button.
Turning, I manage a smile. Sara catches up with me, her face beaming.
“Sara! You seem so…excited.”
“I’m glad you noticed.” A blush creeps on her face. “The PR party event has everyone’s toes curling, and I’m not an exception. Might I add that other than that, I’m a sucker for parties? It’s always a good way to unwind after months of heavy workload.”
She twirls her hair and leans forward a little, showing her exposed cleavage. My gaze remains fixed on her face.
“Good for you. I’ll leave you to your work now. If you’ll excuse me—”
She takes one step closer, blocking me.
“Mr. Thatcher,” she says in a drawling voice, “I think the party is a great opportunity for us to get to know each other…you know. I can tell you all about my experience.” She winks, biting her lower lip.
I grimace, quirking my brows. Keeping my temper, I remain professional.
“Miss Carter—”
“I’ll like to have you as my date for the party,” she blurts out, and I pause, jerking back.
Have me? Not a chance.The thought alone is enough to make me cringe.
I suck in a sharp breath. “I already have a date for the party, Miss Carter.”
I don’t miss the souring expression on Sara’s face as her brows squish together.
“You already have a date?” Sara tugs at her hair.
“I do. Noelle Quinn is my date.”
Her throat bobs, and she blinks rapidly. Her head flinches back slightly and she takes a step back. Without another word, Sara scutters away from me and I grin.
