Page 28 of Enthrall
I dragged the diary across the desk and opened it. “We?”
He leaned forward and rested his fingertip on the page. “The Sullivan’s.”
I hoped to read the answer from his face.
He shrugged. “Or we can go together if you’re uncomfortable with finding the place.”
“We can go together,” I said, my gaze finding the Sullivan’s name and wondering what we’d be doing there.
“It’s their interview. They feel ready for a stay at Chrysalis.” He narrowed his stare. “You know about Chrysalis, right?”
“Of course,” I fibbed, and used a pencil to underline their name.
“What you did yesterday was impressive. You know how to take your boss’s breath away.”
A flutter of nerves tingled in my chest and I wondered if underlining a name ten times might look strange.
“Mia?”
Braving a look up, I let go of the pencil.
“Do you regret it?” he said.
“No.” And I didn’t. Not really. It was merely this embarrassment of having to face him again.
He sat on the edge of the desk. “That will never be expected of you again. Or anything sexual for that matter.”
“Thank goodness,” I said, and in response to his look of surprise added, “Thank you for giving me my job back.”
“We’re happy to have you back. I think you’re going to like it here.”
“Me too.”
He stood there, staring for far too long. “Five minutes sound good to you?”
I tried not to look nervous.
He knitted his brow. “Until we leave.”
“That’s fine.” I cringed inside.
Richard headed to his office.
It felt good to clear the air. He was a hard man to read, and although I’d glimpsed his ability to show kindness he still scared the hell out of me. Maybe it was his east coast demeanor. That well-educated elitism that he’d never shaken. Yesterday had broken down some of that wall between us. Still, I sensed we had a long way to go before I felt relaxed around him. You’d have thought that after my erotic shenanigans there would be less tension. It was hard to tell if he was looking down on me because I obviously lacked his Ivy league background or whether I was just as much a conundrum to him. My first impression of Richard having a privileged upbringing had been right. I imagined him and Cameron both drinking expensive foreign wine in some dark cornered Massachusetts bar, while discussing philosophy and other pretentious subjects. I wondered if they’d ever been members of a secret society while at Harvard, like the Skull and Bones, or was that Yale? Anyway, I made a mental note to ask him when we’d gotten to know each other better. As well as the most intriguing question of all: how he ended up here.
My iPhone buzzed and I reached into my handbag and read the text.
Bailey: “How did it go?”
Mia: “Mission accomplished. Have job back.”
Bailey: “Did you use new super sexy ninja moves?”
Mia:“Yes, kind of.”
Bailey:”OMG. Call me.”
Richard stood in the doorway. “Am I interrupting?”
