Page 2 of Linc
In the hall, we start to make our way toward the front of the building, when I catch sight of the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen turn the corner.She’s holding a piece of paper in one hand while looking around at the different doors and signs.My feet physically stop and I feel someone bump into me from behind.It’s like the world took a pause when our eyes connect.Something in my stomach twists and a tingling shiver crawls across my arms and shoulders.Her chocolate brown hair lays in soft curls below her shoulders as her hazel eyes take me in.She has the perfect bow shaped mouth and the cutest button nose.
“Lincoln, are you okay?”I’m being asked but I don’t dare take my eyes off the angel in front of me, for fear she might disappear.
A light pink blush caresses her cheeks and she turns her eyes from mine.Well, that won’t do.
I walk around the team in front of me and stride over to the woman who physically takes my breath away.In the distance, I vaguely hear my name being called.
“Do you need some help, angel?”I hear myself ask.
I watch as she stares up at my lips and I can’t help but smile down at her.She’s even more gorgeous up close.I lightly place my hand on her upper arm and we both jolt from our skin touching.A small gasp leaves her glossy lips from the contact.Her skin is like silk on my fingertips, making me want to stroke every part of her delicious body.
She shakes her head slightly, “I’m looking for room,” she looks down at the paper in her hand and then back up to my eyes.“208.”
“It’s up the stairs and down the hall on your left,” I tell her, knowing this building like the back of my hand.“What are you here for?”
“I got a parking ticket,” her voice comes out low at first but then a little louder at the end.She takes her free hand and tucks some of her hair behind her ear.
“I can walk you over there and show you, if you want,” I offer then sweep my hand toward the stairs that lead up to the next floor.“Can I see your ticket?”
“Are you sure?Your group looks to be waiting on you,” she says then nods to over my shoulder.
“They can wait,” I say, not even bothering to glance their way, then place my hand on the small of her back, guiding her to the steps.She hands over the paper and I quickly scan the form.Everly Bryant.What a beautiful name.
“Do you work here?”she asks as we ascend the stairs.I catch her out of the corner of my eye checking me out.
“I’m an attorney,” I say and pass her back the paper.
“Ohh,” she comments but the way she says it makes me think I’ve said the wrong thing.We stop at the top step and I watch her give me a once over.I know I’m a good-looking fucker and have been gawked at most of my life, but seeing her look me over makes me start to think she might not like what she sees.Not once in my life, have I ever had to question myself in the way I look.I’m quite a cocky bastard but this woman might just give me a complex and makes me question everything I thought about myself.
Raising an eyebrow in question, she shakes her head, as if ridding something from her thoughts.
“You don’t like attorneys?”My mind races as my heart drops to the bottom of my stomach.
“No, no not at all, I just didn’t… I guess I can see it now,” she mentions as if talking to herself.
“See what?”
She smiles.“The confidence, or arrogance.”
“Wow, way to box me into the stigma of attorneys.”I try to sound wounded, making her laugh.
“Am I wrong?”She crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow, challenging me, and I’m here for her playfulness.
“You got me there.”My phone buzzes, and I reluctantly reach in my pocket to retrieve it.Being an attorney, and the boss, means I’m on duty twenty-four seven in case a client is sitting down at the police station after doing some dumb shit that put them there.
“What’s your name, angel?”I ask as we head down the hall and almost to the door she needs.I already know it, so I’m pushing to get more personal.
She places her hand on her forehead and rolls her eyes, “I can’t believe how rude I am.I’m Everly, sorry,” she says and holds her hand out for me to shake.“I’m usually not like this, you must think I’m scatterbrained.”
“Definitely not.You’re just so enamored by me that I took your thoughts and breath away,” I joke, encasing her soft hand in mine.
She giggles and its music to my ears.
“What are you doing later tonight?”
“You haven’t given me your name yet,” she sasses.“I’ve been schooled to never tell anything personal to strangers, especially the attorney types.”She slides her hand out of mine and my hand itches to latch it back and never let it go.
“You were raised right then, Everly.I’m Lincoln Thorne.”I reach into my jacket pocket and hand her my business card.
