Page 51 of The Lies I've Told
“Granite is definitely more challenging.”
“Why?” I asked, thoroughly interested.
“It’s a hard stone. Much more difficult to carve than something like limestone.”
“Wow, I had no idea.”
“And what about you? Is there a certain fabric you love to work with?”
His question caught me off guard. “Oh, well…I mean, I haven’t really done much design.”
I turned and saw his eyebrows rise.
“Really? Why not?”
“Well, I’ve dabbled but nothing serious. Just suggestions here and there.”
“But you want to? Design, I mean.”
I nodded, feeling like I was under a microscope. “Of course, that’s what I went to school for. But…”
“But what?”
I shook my head. “It’s complicated.”
“What’s complicated about it?”
I don’t have a job.
The promotion I was supposed to get that would allow me to finally design was taken away from me.
I’m currently blacklisted from probably every major designer in the world because I fucked my boss.
“There’s a hierarchy. It’s corporate crap. Oh, hey!” I said, pointing to the exit up ahead. “We’re here.”
His eyes followed the motion of my hand. Sure enough, we’d made it to Mount Airy and in record time, too. The fact that we hadn’t stopped for lunch and eaten junk food the entire way here helped.
We didn’t say anything to one another as I pulled off the highway and followed the GPS to the address Aiden had given me. He’d set up a private meeting with one of the distributors since we would be arriving after hours. Pulling into the large parking lot, I turned off the engine and made a move for my seat belt.
Aiden’s steady hand stopped me as his intense gaze met mine.
“Nothing should stop you from getting what you want, Millie. Nothing.”
And then his lips were on mine, like a hot, fiery brand. His fingers cupped the back of my neck as his mouth captured mine for a fraction of a second, and then, just as quickly as it’d begun, it ended.
Leaving me breathless, achy, and wanting more.
By the time I regained my composure, he was gone.
And I was left wondering if his words had been meant for me.
Or for himself
What the hell was that?
Still feeling dizzy from the kiss that could end all kisses, I stumbled out of the car and followed Aiden, who was already greeting a tall, bulky-looking man with a beard.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Thomas and I’ll be the one working with you tonight,” the bearded fellow said, holding a hand out to Aiden.
