Page 5 of If I See You Again
Blood rushed in my ears as I made my way back down the hall, looking for my office. The edges of my vision blurred as I grabbed at the wall, trying to right myself. What were the fucking chances? I knew that he’d been way too good to be true.
My office didn’t give me any more comfort. I sat and took deep breaths, and when someone knocked on my door… Oh yeah.There’s the panic. I hadneverfucked up this badly. All I wanted to do was crawl under my desk and hide. Actually, that sounded like more than a great idea as I stuffed my shoulders and long legs into the cramped space.
The door creaked open. If I held my breath, maybe they’d think I wasn’t here and would leave. But no such luck. Footsteps echoed across the wooden floor of my office as they approached the old oak monstrosity that I’d insisted on when I’d been given my own space.
When those same shiny black shoes that I could practically see my reflection in stopped in front of me, I knew I was screwed. Fucked. Dead.
David leaned down, pale blue eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of me crammed under my desk.
“Is there a reason you’re hiding from me?”
I took a deep breath before clearing my throat. He offered his hand, and I took it, pulling myself up to stand in front of him. God, how had I missed how tall he was last night? Then again, his height hadn’t been my focus. It had been getting him naked.
God damn it. I needed to stop it, or I was bound to get hard. I was at work, and this was a client. It didn’t matter that we’d been in bed together last night.
Chapter 4
David
“You know, I’ve never had someone run away from me when giving a presentation before.”
Malcolm pulled his hand from mine, shoving it into his pocket. He refused to look at me, gaze pinging around the office as if looking for an escape.
“Yes, well, it’s not every day—”
“The person you walked out on this morning shows up?”
Finally.Finally, those emerald-green eyes landed on me, and a blush raced across his cheeks. Malcolm was so damn adorable. He’d been downright gorgeous as he’d writhed beneath me last night, but now wasn’t the time to dwell on that.
He cleared his throat again. “You have to understand, had I known… I wouldn’t have…” He sighed, running a hand through his hair and pulling on the brown strands. He exuded nervous energy. It rolled off him in waves. “That was entirely unprofessional of me. Please excuse me—”
I held up my hand to cut him off. “Malcolm. Stop. There was no way you could have known who I was. I didn’t even know this meeting was happening today. I got a call at the last momentbegging me to come in. If you remember, I was giving up on this trip.”
He nodded, a faint smile finally gracing his lips. “So what made you give us a chance?”
How did I explain that one? When Adam Thomas called this morning, I had every intention of turning him down. There were only so many bad presentations I could sit through. I understood that my idea was unconventional, but everyone deserved access. I didn’t need another person to tell me I was making it too easy for people to take advantage of those who were disabled. The right person would be able to help me out. Call it a hunch. Something told me to come in and give Thomas and Braxton a shot. Go figure the reason was so that I could run into Malcolm again.
“Fate?”
Malcolm’s laugh was musical. A light tittering. Maybe it was nerves.
“Fate? Come on. That can’t be your real answer.”
I shrugged. “I don’t know what else to call it. My mind was made up, and I was ready to leave. And yet, here I am.”
“Here you are…” Malcolm trailed off, and we stared at each other for a few moments. A knock on the door made us both jump, and my heart hammered in my chest.
“Is everything all right in here?” Mr. Thomas asked as he leaned against the door frame.
I grinned, looking between the two men. Malcolm seemed nervous still, shifting from side to side with his hands stuffed into his pockets. “More than fine. I’ll go ahead and go with Mr. Fisher’s presentation. Congrats. You’ve got the job.”
Malcolm spluttered as I held out my hand for him to shake. “You haven’t even seen the presentation yet,” he whispered.
I shrugged and then gave him a wink. “So I guess you better not let me down.”
“That’s marvelous news,” Mr. Thomas announced from the doorway, not catching any of our side of the conversation.
Was it stupid to hire the man simply because I’d slept with him and wanted to see more of him? Maybe. Probably. But I’d gotten a taste of Malcolm Fisher, and I wanted more. If this was how I got it, then I better hope he had a surefire plan for my company.
