Page 3 of Mr Monday
‘Careful, ma’am.’ His deep voice in my ear wasn’t as far away as I had thought it would be.
His presence behind me was comforting, in a way, but I would not thank him for it. The polarizing touch of his fingertips didn’t help my breathlessness. Heights and him. What a dizzying combination.
‘Try not to look down, it’s easier.’
‘I’m not looking down,’ I snapped, lying as I flicked another glance toward the edge of the building.
I climbed the last few steps to the platform. My skirt hiked up my thigh a bit and I jerked it down.Should have worn slacks, but how the hell could I know I’d be flying off in a helicopter?
I’d told myself I was prepared for anything, so I had to buck up. I’d come this far and I wasn’t about to quit now. I needed to find out the truth and clear my father’s name. I hesitated at the top of the platform.
He asked, ‘Have you made your choice?’
Brushing past him, I walked toward the ride that would be one of the most terrifying things I’d ever done. There was no way I would turn away and forget that this company had, basically, killed my father. Fired him, devastating our lives. He was too much of an honest man to misappropriate company funds – and for a mistress! He loved my mother, and I simply couldn’t believe he’d jeopardize everything he’d worked so hard to accomplish. I needed to clear his name and make Diamond Enterprises pay.
I stopped by the open door and looked into the sleek interior. This was no touristy helicopter. This was class. Style. I turned and gave the man a determined look.
‘That I’m here on a skyscraper about to board a helicopter that will take me to an unknown destination should tell you how badly I want this job.’
Mr Gorgeous walked toward me. My heart leapt into my throat when he reached out and took my elbow. His touch was just as electric as it had been moments ago. He leaned toward me, and my gaze roamed over his face, seeing him up close for the first time. The ice blue of his eyes under his dark brows, and his lips, full and inviting, caused me to part my lips in anticipation . . . of what? A kiss? I could almost imagine the feel of his mouth on mine, and my muscles weakened at the butterflies that filled my belly. I found myself gripping his arm. His very muscular arm. But he didn’t lean in to kiss me. I felt foolish and angry for even entertaining the thought.
‘Get in.’
His assured tone left no room for argument. It took all my reserve to keep from falling any further under the spell he seemed to have cast over me. From the minute I saw him, there was a special something that had me short of breath, as if I were waiting for something to happen, and did all sorts of good bad things to my already heightened nerve endings. I stood taller and pulled from his grip.
‘I can manage.’
Turning away from him, I tried to step up into the helicopter. My tight skirt had been a perfect choice for an office interview but not for this unanticipated adventure. I tried again to get in, and the toe of my shoe caught on the step into the helicopter. It made me feel even more unraveled. The crowning glory was when his hands gripped my waist and he lifted me into the cabin. I was embarrassed that I needed his help, and hated how much I enjoyed his touch.
‘Thank you.’
Once inside, he let me go, and I found a seat. He jumped in as if riding a helicopter were a normal, every-day event. Maybe it was for him. He filled the interior with his dark, very dangerous and totally enticing aura.
‘Here,’ Mr Gorgeous said, and handed me a headset; it would drown out the noise and allow us to hear and speak to each other. ‘Put them on and do up the seat belt.’
I did as he instructed and watched as he reached into his pocket and pulled something out.
‘Now this.’
I looked at his hand and furrowed my brows.
‘What’s this?’ I leaned forward to see what he was holding.
‘Blindfold.’
‘Wh-hat? A blindfold? What on earth for?’
I looked up at him, cold dread slipping along my spine.
He smiled. ‘What are they normally for?’
That was a loaded question. My mind fell down that rabbit hole again and I had a flash of being blindfolded on a bed, with him above me, in me, making love, and I almost moaned. He was hot, sexy, and my body had reacted to him since the first moment I saw him. I closed my eyes and squeezed my thighs together, trying not to get carried away. I was here for a purpose, one reason only, and sex was not on the to-do list. I silently cursed him.
‘I really don’t understand why I have to wear one.’
He sat next to me.
‘It’s the rules. You’re here for a job interview and this is one of the criteria.’
