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“Right. Colleagues,” Blair repeats, sweeping her hair over her shoulder, her eyes still on me. “But Grayson, thereisone small favour you can do for me.”
My stomach twists. It seems like Blair is not going to make this easy after all. “What kind of favor?”
“There is a dinner I’ve been invited to. Some of the most influential people in Reed Point are going to be there, and I’ll be the new face in town. You know how boring these events can be without the right company.”
“I guess,” I mutter, wondering where the hell she is going with this.
She leans back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other. “I’d like you to be my date, Grayson.”
Her date?Is this woman for real?I’m trying really hard to keep my cool, but this feels a lot like blackmail to me.
“Yourdate?” I ask incredulously. “That doesn’t seem like a good idea, Blair. We work for the same company. It wouldn’t exactly look professional for us to go on a date.”
Never mind the fact that I’d rather set myself on fire than date this woman.
“It’s not arealdate, Grayson. It’s just a favor. One night. Besides, no one else from The Liberty will be there, so they won’t know a thing about it. Unless you decide to tell them. But I’m pretty positive you know how to keep a secret,” she says with a smirk.
“Look, Blair, this doesn’t feel right to me.”
“Don’t overthink it. Beckett actually suggested it. He thought it would help if you were there to make some introductions for me,” she counters. “Do you really want to have to explain to the boss why escorting me to an industry event makes you uncomfortable? Besides, it’ll be fun. I promise.”
My hand squeezes the arm of my chair.Fun? I seriously doubt that.
“Sorry, Blair,” I clip. “Not interested.”
There is nothing more to say. Nothing remotely nice, anyways. I look at her, waiting, pissed right off.
“It’s Saturday night, September 3rd. I’m sure you’ll have a change of heart,” she says, slipping on her glasses and turning back towards her computer screen.
I can’t get out of this office, and away from her, fast enough. But as I stand and turn to leave, I notice Blair grinning, like she’s won. My skin crawls.
I stride down the stairs to my office, still shaking my head in disbelief. Someone needs to remind the head of our HR department about the strict no-fraternization policy around here.
* * *
I pull into my driveway,trying to erase today’s shit show at the office from my brain. Shifting the truck into park, I look up to see Sierra stepping out of her car and it turns out that’s all I need to make all thoughts of Blair instantly vanish. Sierra is wearing a fitted pencil skirt that highlights every curve, and a pair of sky-high heels that remind me of a runway model.Damn.I’ve gotten so used to seeing her in weekend mode—athletic shorts, T-shirts, her hair swept back into a ponytail. Don’t get me wrong, she looks hotter than hell in all of it. But when I see her in her business clothes, my blood runs hot. I turn feral for her, forgetting all about the bullshit at the office.
I’m completely fucking gone for this girl. I haul ass to turn off the engine and slide out of my car in time to talk to her before she heads inside. “Sierra, hey.”
She turns around, her gaze taking in my tailored suit and white dress shirt. She likes what she sees. “Hey, Gray.” I notice that her smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes though.Fuck.Is she regretting last night? I’m sure as hell not.
I can still hear the quiet moans that fell from her lips, can still feel the way her slick, warm channel hugged my dick. It was the best sex of my life. And I actuallylikedthe cuddling afterwards, having Sierra in my bed. I didn’t want to let her go. Present tense—Idon’twant to let her go. She eventually fell asleep in my arms, but when I woke up halfway through the night she was gone, and I missed her. After that kiss on her porch the other night I was pretty sure that one night with Sierra wouldn’t be enough. Now I know that’s true. There is no going back after Sierra.
She has to know what last night meant to me. She has to know she’s mine. I need to make her see that I would do anything for her, that I want her, that I’ve never felt this way about anyone else.
Sierra stands at her doorway, frozen, eyes on me. So, I go to her, walking across the lawn to where she stands. I hold her gaze, images of last night playing through my head.
My God,the way she makes me feel.
“Hey,” I say again stupidly, my brain powering down at just the sight of her. “How was your day?”
“Good.”
I take a step closer but stop when she flinches. “Sierra—”
“I’m sorry. I’m nervous.”
“I can see that. Wanna tell me why?”
