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“No! No no no,” I protest, probably too much because she gives me a look that tells me that she’s not buying what I’m selling.
“Oh my God. Okay, look,” she turns her chair to face me and puts her hands on my shoulders, “Wes is a huge football fan, just arrange for your ex-NFL player hot dad to meet him and you’ll be in!” She taps my nose and I scrunch it in response.
“Can you not?” I groan, hearing yet another woman in my life refer to my father ashot.
“Oh, I love this, you guys could like—do it in his office. He could haveyoufor lunch if you know what I mean.” She raises her eyebrows mischievously.
“No, whatever do you mean?” I ask sarcastically as I roll back to my desk.
“That he’d eat you out,” she says, and I spin around to meet her amused expression.
“Marissa!” I whisper shout and she giggles as she hops out of her chair and slides her sweater on.
“I’m going to get a coffee. You want anything?”
“I’m good, thanks.” I narrow my eyes at her and peek my head outside the cubicle as she leaves.What if someone heard that?The sound of the phone ringing makes me jump and I’ve already convinced myself that it’s Human Resources calling me to their office to discuss appropriate office talk.
Shit.I think when I see the familiar extension on my phone.
“He didn’t hear anything.” I snort, shaking my head.Marissa wasn’t that loud.“Hi, Mr. Beckham.”I catch myself twirling my finger around the chord like some lovesick teenager getting a call from their crush.Get a grip!
“Miss Graham, can you come to my office please?”I wonder if he can hear my heart pounding in my chest.
Relax, he probably just needs something.
“Of course, be right there.” I hang up the phone and quickly pull out my compact to check my lipstick and my hair before I head down the hall to his office.
I knock on his door and when I hear his voice telling me to come in I take a deep breath before I push inside. His office is huge. Floor to ceiling windows line two of the four walls giving the perfect view of the Philadelphia skyline. I’ve been in here a few times at dusk and the way the sun sets over the city is gorgeous turning the whole room into a sensual amber color.
He’s sitting at his desk staring at his computer but as soon as I enter the office, his eyes rise to meet mine. They sweep over me once like he’s cataloging what I’m wearing and I suddenly feel like my skirt may be too short.No, it’s just above my knees!
I am rarely nervous around people; my father taught me to be confident and well-spoken. Yet something about Wes Beckham makes me feel anything but those things. I feel like a silly girl who has a crush on an older man that she can’t have.
His eyes move to mine and I see a smile pulling at his lips. “I just wanted to make sure you saw the itinerary for next week.”
There is a team of us flying to Miami for a few days for a new project, and while Mr. Beckham usually doesn’t go, it’s one of his biggest clients and he wants to make sure everything runs smoothly. Being his assistant means I’m going as well.
“Yes.” I nod. “I confirmed everything. We are all set to leave on Thursday.”
He nods and turns back to his screen. “I’ve decided I’m going to head down a day earlier than everyone, so can you ensure the jet will be ready on Wednesday?”
“Of course.” I nod, clasping my hands in front of me. He doesn’t say anything else and I suddenly feel awkward, like I should say something. “Was there anything else?” I swallow, and when his eyes turn back to me, my skin starts to tingle under his gaze. I’m wearing four-inch heels and I suddenly feel like I’m a baby deer trying to stand for the first time, unable to keep my balance in them. My eyes dart around the room, trying to avoid his gaze.
“You are welcome to stay and fly down with everyone or you can come with me early.” My eyes dart back to his and I note he’s turned away from his computer screen to face me head on.
Alone on a jet with him?
Well, not alone, there will be a pilot and at least one flight attendant, obviously.
“Well, as your assistant, I would assume I should fly down with you?”
He nods, giving me a polite smile. “Very well. Make sure you add an additional room at the hotel for the extra night.”
Am I…sweating? Jesus Christ, get me the fuck out of here before I completely embarrass myself.
I turn around to leave when I hear his voice again. “Miss Graham?”
Fuck.
