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I mime, zipping my lips. “Secret’s safe with me.”
Laura smiles. I hear myself a second later and laugh.
“People are going to be furious,” she nods at me, indicating that she’s ready, and I hold the office door open for her. “That’s where people go to relax. And now big bad Mr. David Donovan is going to be there?” she tsks and shakes her head. “Devastating.”
I push the button for the elevator. It comes immediately, empty. We go inside. Laura stands on the opposite end from me, leaning against the wall.
She is so very beautiful. Her hair hangs loose today, a thin brown headband keeping her face clear of the tresses. Her complexion is paler than usual, but with winter setting in, I suppose it’s only natural.
She cocks her head to the side. Her cheeks hollow for a moment, like she’s sucking in, and then she smiles at me. “What are you staring at?”
“Why, Miss James, nothing.”
She rolls her eyes, but she’s still smiling.
I hide my own smile behind a cough, covering my mouth with my hand.
The elevator dings. I put a hand over the opening so that it won’t hit her if she moves slowly.
She slips past me, elbow brushing my chest.
“You go first,” I say, nodding towards the end of the hall. “I’ll grab us coffees.”
Her brow furrows for a second before it unfurls. “So I can warn everyone the scary boss is coming?” she teases.
I shrug.
She smiles again. This one is different though. I’ve been cataloging her smiles—her polite work smile, her laughing grin, her sexy smirk.
This smile… it’s tender in a way I haven’t been privy to.
It makes me feel like I’ve earned something.
“You’re a nice man, David,” she murmurs. The hallway is empty, but her voice is still pitched low. My heartbeat is almost louder.
“I wouldn’t say that,” I grumble.
Laura’s smile widens. “I would.” Then, louder, she clears her throat. “I want a hazelnut latte, please.”
“Hazelnut latte, it is,” I agree. She walks away, down the hall towards the conference room. Even knowing that her terrible and unflattering suit isn’t worth staring at, I can’t seem to pull my eyes away from her.
Meeting Laura James was either the best thing to ever happen to me… or the worst.
I’m starting to realize that I won’t know which one until it’s far too late.
CHAPTER 7
Laura
The cold air nips at my skin, and I think this is maybe the worst fucking decision of my life.
“Miss?” Damon prompts.
I turn my head to look at the driver. He’s wearing a nice suit and a black beanie pulled low over his ears. He leans against the car, folding his arms over his chest.
“Yeah?” I ask.
Damon smirks. “You have to actually knock if you want him to know you’re here.”
