I shook my head again as I thought back to the warmth of his body and the feel of his strong lips crushing against mine like he already owned me.
“So what’s the big deal then?” Sara asked. She went to take another sip of her drink but stopped. She looked at me and her jaw dropped.
“No…”
“No what?” I asked indignantly.
“You didn’t…”
“Didn’t what?”
“You didn’t fuck him?” she exclaimed.
“No!” I replied, acting as though her suggestion was really that much of an impossibility. “What kind of girl do you think I am!?”
“The kind of girl who likes hot guys?” she replied. “Duh?”
I sighed, set my wine aside and slumped back on the couch.
“I can’t take the job,” I told her.
“Did he offer it to you?”
“No,” I replied, realizing I’d just made a pretty big assumption.
“Well, maybe he won’t? Then you’d be off the hook!”
On one hand she was right; Alden not offering me the job would make this whole situation a lot easier, but on the other hand, I needed the job, my resume was incredible and I’d presented myself in an extremely professional manner...
…well, almost.
“Why wouldn’t he offer me the job?”
And then, as if on cue, my phone buzzed from my satchel.
“Oh, shit!” Sara laughed as I picked it up and showed her the caller ID.
ALDEN MCLAREN
“What do I do?” I hissed as though he could somehow hear me.
“Answer it, dummy!”
“I can’t!” I replied, thumbing the ignore button and setting my phone aside.
“Wow,” Sara said. “What the hell happened over there?”
“I—I sort of kissed him,” I admitted, feeling like I’d betrayed every value I’d ever held while I built my business.
“You sort of kissed him?” Sara laughed. “What’s a sort of kiss?”
“I means I sort of kissed him,” I replied. “At the door. He swept over to me like some dreamy guy out of a romance movie and it just sort of happened…”
“You know what that sounds like to me?” Sara asked.
“What?”
“A kiss,” she smiled. “Not a sort of kiss—a kiss kiss. And I think you liked it; that’s why you aren’t taking his call.”