Page 60 of Is It Casual Now?

Her curves were perfectly wrapped with a long pants jumpsuit with a neckline that dipped down into a deep V. But it was so much more than just her clothes. The way she walked, hips swaying from side to side, radiated a confidence that Siena hadn’t dared to dream of having ten years ago.

And the sparkle in Jamie’s eyes as she drew closer told Siena that Jamie knew damn well just what effect she had on the crowd. At least this crowd of one. Plum purple had never been a color Siena had ever appreciated on anyone before. She couldn’t remember ever seeing anyone wearing it to be fair. But she wouldn’t forget it now. Her appreciation had skyrocketed.

“Damn it,” Siena muttered under her breath. Jamie wasn’t even in range to speak to yet and already she was proving to be a complete distraction.

She had definitely decided on the right course of action. Her work had suffered since the two had met. Siena had been spending less time in the office and had found herself fantasizing about all kinds of things during slow times at work. And each and every one of the fantasies starred Jamie in a leading role. Even Bunny and Piper had noticed. Siena had screwed up their contract renewal and had to run interference with that.

She’d sworn she sent Bunny a copy of it, but she hadn’t been able to find it. Not that she’d thought Bunny had even read it or the highlighted changes that Piper wanted.

“Ms. Frazee.” Jamie’s smile was wide, and as she sat in her chair, she leaned forward. There was no doubt in Siena’s mind that the full view she got of Jamie’s extensive cleavage was intentional.

“Ms. Kettlehouse.” Siena could do this. Curse her body for reacting, and her mind from flashing memories of holding those breasts in her hands and worshipping them the way they truly deserved. The only way they should be treated, with respect and awe.

But she could keep her reactions to herself, and the wetness that coated her underwear could be dealt with later.

“Thank you for meeting me. We need to get these questions sorted out today. It’s taking up too much of my time, and I’ll have to cancel the interview if we don’t come to some sort of conclusion.”

“Considering I’m not the one holding up the interview, I can’t see a problem with that.” Jamie scraped back her chair as she stood. “But right now, I need coffee and some lunch. Would you like anything?”

“What?” Siena had been shocked by the question and looked up, blinking to see Jamie as she looked down at her. Herface soft and gentle, the mask of indifference had slipped away, and all Siena saw was the woman who had picked her up in the tapas bar and tasted like the rest of the world was on fire and she was the last breath of fresh air.

“No.” Siena shook her head and looked down. What the hell was wrong with her? She wasn’t the sentimental romantic type. Not truly. And yet the thoughts in her mind made her own head spin.

“Fine. Here are my questions. I’ll be back shortly.” Jamie placed a folder on the table in front of Siena before she walked away.

Siena wanted to stop her, wanted to call out and explain she had been answering her own desire for Jamie. But that would do the exact opposite of what she needed. Instead, after watching Jamie saunter off and stand in line at the counter, she opened the folder and looked at the questions.

Damn it. They’re good.

It wasn’t going to take very long at all. The last two questions Siena had problems with were reworked and now far stronger and more worth Bunny and Piper’s time. She had made a few notes on the pages by the time Jamie returned.

“It’s a rather busy time to be meeting here,” Jamie said as she slid back into her chair. She didn’t lean forward this time, and Siena found she missed the enticing view she had been granted earlier.

“It was the time I had free to get this done.”

To get this over and done with. No matter how much she enjoyed looking at Jamie. She needed to put some distance between them, because shehadto keep this as a one-night stand and nothing more.

“Funny.” Jamie smirked as she leaned back further in her chair.

“What’s funny?” Siena asked, frustrated at Jamie for stillplaying games. And more frustrated with herself for wanting to know what Jamie was thinking and saying.

“It’s funny how your timetable can fluctuate so quickly when it’s something you want versus something you’re annoyed with.”

Something or someone?

That was the unstated part of that sentence, wasn’t it?

Raising her eyebrow, Siena knew she shouldn’t follow this line of conversation, she knew Jamie would take it away from the reason they were here. But again, she didn’t really want the meeting to be over. Even if Jamie was the worst person she could possibly become fixated with. Her hours helping Ingrid put out fires made that abundantly clear.

“One day you have seemingly endless free time… say for an entire afternoon and evening, to do precisely what you want.” Jamie smiled, and Siena’s body betrayed her by reacting to the movement of her tongue as it darted out and licked her lips. “And you’re so suddenly busy that all you’re able to carve out for a work meeting is the busy rush of lunch and you can’t even have the decency of small talk.”

Siena opened her mouth to answer, but a waitress appeared and placed a coffee and toasted sandwich in front of Jamie. The woman left after Jamie thanked her. She lifted the coffee to her lips and took a sip.

Siena took a deep breath. It was now or never, and she needed it to be now.

No matter how she had felt with Jamie that afternoon. This wasn’t the woman for her to fixate on. Jamie leaned back in her chair, eyes on the folder that still remained on Siena’s side of the table.

“My workday can fluctuate at a moment’s notice. It’s what being a professional in the entertainment business is all about. It’s affected by the people I work for, the people who work forme, and it’s affected strongly by the media and what ridiculous things they come up with next.”

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