Page 62 of The Situation
“Who’s the point of contact now?” Derek asks.
“We’re working on that,” Dan says. “McCabe’s departure blindsided us, but we’ll have an interim marketing director in place as soon as possible. Until then?—”
“Actually, Dan,” Tate says. “We’ve already found someone.”
I don’t know if it’s how he says it, if the words are directed at me, or if I’m sensing the bomb that’s dropping from the sky with a target on my lap, but for some reason, I brace myself.
“Really?” Dan asks, surprised.
Tate sits up. “I was just talking to Gannon, and we agreed that I’ll be taking over McCabe’s position for the time being.”
No, he didn’t.“You can’t do that,” I say before I can think it through.
All heads whip my way.
Tate smirks, lifting a brow. “And why not?”
“Aurora,” Dan says, giving me a look that silently chastises me. “Mr. Brewer’s family owns the Raptors. He can do whatever he wants.”
I paste on a smile. “I’m sure he can. But I’m also certain that he has bigger problems than the marketing department we already have handled. I flew home Saturday afternoon and spent the entire evening with Charlie, as well as part of Sunday, taking notes.”
“That’s fantastic,Aurora,” Tate says, making a point to say my first name. “You and I should sit down together so you can share all of that with me.” He feathers his thumb over his kissable lips. “I have so many questions for you.”
I bet you do. But guess what, buddy? So do I.
“Does anyone have anything to add?” Dan asks, pausing for us to jump in. When no one does, he shoves away from the table. “Very well. If that’s it, then I guess all that’s left to do is to welcome Tate to the team.”
My stomach bottoms out.
Tally turns to me, her eyes as big as saucers.
Yup, Tally. That’s Tate.
“Aurora,”she says, gasping.“Is that …?”
“That would be him,” I say softly as everyone stands and shakes Tate’s hand.
“Oh my God.”
I round the opposite end of the table in hopes I can avoid Tate. Before I can get to the door, Tate’s voice rises above the footsteps of my coworkers leaving the room.
“Aurora, if you could stay back, I would appreciate it,” he says.
Fuck.“Of course.”
My stomach flutters, and I can’t decide if it’s from dread or excitement.
I focus on keeping my breath steady as the room clears. As each body leaves, the space is filled with tension so thick it could be cut with a knife. The walls get closer. The temperature skyrockets.
Finally, we’re alone.
As my gaze finds Tate’s, all I can think about are the things we did this weekend.
The feel of his tongue between my legs. The taste of his cum on my tongue. The way his hands grabbed my hips as he held me in place and pounded into me at the perfect pace.
I want to do them again.Now.
“SoAurora,was it?” he asks, leaning against the table.
