Page 58 of The Situation
Holy shit.
“Kelly?” I ask incredulously.What’s she doing here?
I blink a few times to see if I’m hallucinating.
Nope. She’s still there.
Kelly is somehow more beautiful than I remember. Her hair is pulled back into a neat knot on top of her head. Long, light gray pants make her legs appear a mile long. A soft pink top is a stark contrast to her tanned skin. All I can think about is how her cheeks flush that same color as she’s coming on my cock.
“Aurora, Tally,” Dan says, holding the door open. “After you, ladies.”
Kelly’s eyes grow wide, and those full lips that feel like pillows wrapped around me are pursed together in shock.
“Kelly?” I ask again.
Instead of answering me, she walks by Dan and into the conference room.
What. The. Actual. Fuck?
My brain spins wildly. Chaotically. Nothing makes sense, yet it all makes perfect sense.
I don’t know why she’s here.How is that possible?Despite having so many unanswered questions and feeling scattered by that, I’m also … relieved.
“Excuse me,” I say to a man walking in my direction. From his vantage point, he had to have seen Kelly.
“Yes, Mr. Brewer.”
“Can you tell me the names of the two women just standing here? Specifically, the one in the pink top?”
He nods, happy to assist. “Absolutely. The shorter one in the black shirt is Tally Thatcher. She’s an intern in marketing. The other woman, the one in the pink top, is Aurora Johnson. She is … was? … Charlie McCabe’s assistant.”
No. Fucking. Way.
I pat him on the shoulder, my mind reeling. “Thank you for your help.”
“Absolutely. Good to see you, sir.”
I run my hand down my jaw and try to process this new piece of information.
Kelly’s name is Aurora, and she works for my family.
Kelly’s name is Aurora …
Oh my God. Shedidgive me a fake name.
My hand drops to my side, and a thousand thoughts run through my head like wildfire.
What does this mean? Did she know who I was? Was she intentionally avoiding seeing me again?
Is this a strange coincidence?
Do my brothers know who she really is?
I stare at the conference room door, licking my lips.
Fuck.
It all makes sense to a certain degree. She was on the same flight from Nashville to Columbus, and the Raptors would’ve likely sent someone on their behalf to the same place. She did say she was going to a conference. I narrow my eyes, recalling our conversation from the plane. I think she mentioned working in marketing, too.
