Besides, I’m not the catch she thinks I am. I’m not what everyone sees: the son of General Dawson, a guy with no criminal record, a good job and excellent prospects.
If only she knew…
***
Right before I die of boredom, the meeting ends, and I grab my papers to go. Maria, the investment performance manager, tries to corner me about new projects she’s been babbling about, but if she starts I’ll be stuck here for an hour, minimum.
I make my escape and skulk down the corridor like a thief.
Not fast enough, though. Maria catches up with me and starts chatting about a new client in her serious, quiet voice.
We stop at the reception desk, and I force myself to listen because this is information I’ll need later, even though a headache is pounding inside my skull.
Movement catches my attention, and I frown when someone bumps into me with a breathy little gasp.
“Oh gosh, sorry, I totally didn’t notice you,” a familiar female voice says, and my brows rise to my hairline.
It’s Brylee.
Of course it is.
“I didn’t even see you standing there. Also, I didn’t recognize you from behind. Or the side. Just so you know.”
Right. “You didn’t see me at all.”
“That’s right.”
I snort.
She pouts. Her curls are loose on her shoulders, and she’s dressed in conservative office wear, but her white satiny shirt stretches over her boobs, a dark hint of cleavage where the top three buttons have come undone, and her pencil skirt hugs some serious curves and shows off her long legs.
Not that I never noticed before. But it hits me, like every time, how sexy she is. Pretty, and elegant like a cat, her golden eyes capturing mine as I look back up.
She walks away with a little sniff that makes me snicker, and I’m still laughing as I return to my office after the impromptu briefing is over.
This girl… She’s something.
Chapter Four
Vanilla Princess Tart
Brylee
My plan is officially in motion.
Stage One: Ignoring Ryan While Making Him Aware Of Me.
Check and check.
Of course, repetition is the key. He won’t act immediately. I’m aware of that. I’ll wear him down slowly.
He’s worth the wait.
My plan is solid. Marketing strategy, baby. Hey, I was top of my class, a valedictorian. A little socially awkward at times, true, but I know my stuff. I know what I want, and I work hard to get it.
Ryan, here I come.
And this day is far from over.