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But I don’t want that. He must not either, because six seconds later, we’re still touching. Never has contact with a sneaker generated the kind of electricity I’m feeling in my leg.
His pretty eyes broadcast so many questions and illicit messages as they search mine from too far away. I can’t tear my gaze away. It’s everything I can do to keep my foot from sliding further up his leg in a sexy, dinner-party ankle caress. (Which is totally a thing people do according to every movie ever.)
Gosh, if this one touch is making me explode, what would happen if I held his hand? Kissed him? Pulled his shirt over his head and finally, finally explored the hard flesh of his?—
“OMG!”
Val stiffens as his attention locks on something behind me. I turn to face a young blond man with a giant Cheshire cat grin and eyeballs about to pop from their sockets.
“Ms. Scott, I am exceedingly honored to make your acquaintance!”
The man bows, and I swear Val mumbles something about Labor Day. His expression isn’t nearly as excited as this person’s.
“It’s nice to meet you,” I say with a smile. “Are you a member of the crew?”
Aghast would be a good word to describe his response.
“No, madam. I am Chad Smith, Administrative Talent Liaison for Reedweather Media vis a vis Sandeke Telecom.”
Oh. Okay. I don’t know what that means.
I return a nod, which is the human-reaction equivalent of an ice cream cone emoji.
“Excellent. Welcome to the tour. We’re happy to have you.”
Probably?
“I hear congratulations are in order.” His smarmy tone has me crossing a look to Val, who shrugs.
“Congratulations?” I ask.
“On the engagement!”
Val chokes on his coffee as I stare in stunned silence. I don’t have a human emoji for this one.
“Yes! Jarvis told us the good news this morning. Wait, was I not supposed to say anything?” he whispers, as if that’s the part of this conversation that could be a secret.
“Um… I don’t…”
Hang on.
Jarvis’ text!
Is he planning to propose today?! No no no no no no no.
I’m still “no-ing” when Val lands a pained look on me.
It’s not what you think! I silently scream back.
He lowers his gaze, making my stomach ache. What is happening right now?
“Ah! It was supposed to be on the down-low, huh,” Chad sighs out. “Don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me.”
Nope. It’s definitely not.
He makes a zipping motion over his lips, then takes off whistling a tune that would absolutely alert everyone within audio range that he’s hiding a secret. By the shocked attention of everyone in the room, the “secret” is very much out. Before I can even respond, applause and half-hearted cheers lift from the other occupants.
All except one.
