He’d said this wasn’t the advertising division, yet we walked further into the area.
All eyes were on me. A quick tally revealed two women besides me in this section. A smattering of secretaries sat outside executive offices, noted as we’d traversed the hallway. There was also Megan and Mrs. Mikes. Other than that…
Wow!
Most of my coworkers were middle-aged men with a very particular look, one I drastically deviated from.
Noah ignored the stares and led me to the door farthest away, in its own corner. He pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked the knob before walking in and flipping on the light. The room held a desk, two chairs, and a small bookcase. Even without decorations, I appreciated the coziness.
“Ms. Hagen, your office,” Noah announced, shocking me.
An office of my own! I squealed in delight.
Though I’d be feet away from a bunch of unfriendly older men, having my own personal space overjoyed me. Considering my small cubicle at T.S., the upgrade to an office was a big deal to me.
“Can I decorate? Give it a more distinctive touch?”
The smoldering glint in Noah’s eyes made my breath catch. I froze.
“You’re welcomed to bring whatever makes you most comfortable.”
Only him—his look, his voice, his scent—would leave me helpless to resist his topsy-turvy behavior. “The key,” he said, holding it out to me.
“Thank you.” When I accepted the key, our fingertips brushed, and my gaze flew to his.
He looked at my lips, and I parted them at the gleam in his eyes. Somehow, Rosalie’s image rose in my head, and I forced myself to turn away, pocket the key, and then set my bag on the desk.
“I brought the MacBook,” I said, breathless despite myself. “But if you’d like me to bring both of them, I can.”
“Which do you prefer?” he asked, turning to me, the desire on his face making it hard to concentrate or shore up my resolve.
Folding my arms, I leaned against the,my,desk. “I’ve always wanted a MacBook, but they were out of my price range. I never thought I’d fall in love with a machine, but it has been such a pleasure to work on it. I have read and reread what you sent home with me. I have several outlines and mood boards for your review.”
“We’ll meet after the press conference.”
“Congratulations, Ms. Hagen,” Megan said as she sailed into the office, in front of a man with blond hair and green eyes and holding a briefcase. “You’re lucky to have your own office. At the beginning of my career, they forced me into a cubicle,” she finished with an airy laugh, glancing around. “It issmall, isn’t it? Not large enough for the four of us to comfortably fit.”
“Then leave,” Noah said with finality. “I’ll call you if you’re needed.”
Chin high, she left as she’d arrived, with unerring confidence.
“Reid Keegan, this is Ryan Hagen,” Noah said after he’d closed my door.
He was almost as extraordinarily handsome as Noah. And like with Noah, a sense of having met him before swept over me. But he showed no sign of recognition. Besides, I promised Quinn I’d forget my suspicions that I’d fucked a stranger. Speculating if I slept with Noah, my boss no less, or whether I’d met Reid, broke my pledge to my sister. She said I hadn’t had sex at the ball and I’d vowed to believe her. Instead, my thoughts were luring me down the unlikeliest path possible.
I hadn’t slept with Noah! I didn’t know Reid! And if I ever threw that nonsense at Quinn, she had every right to kick my ass.
“A pleasure to meet you, Ryan,” he said.
“Same, Mr. Keeg…you’re a Keegan?”
“He’s my asshole of a cousin,” Noah grumbled. “But also, a family attorney. Reid asked if he could handle your contract.” He glared at the man, who offered him a careless smile. “Nepotism at its finest, Ms. Hagen. He’s best friends with my brother, so of course Nicholas would direct Megan to allow Reid to handle this.”
“Nick thought it best if we formed a show of support, considering the rumors,” Reid drawled. “What better way to do this than have me draw up the contracts?”
Displeasure wafted from Noah as he addressed me again. “My father was a businessman. My uncle was a lawyer. The sons followed in their father’s stead.”
Reid handed Noah a folder. “See if I’ve omitted anything.”