Page 144 of Executive Engagement
Should I see if she’s okay?
I decide that Emilia’s a big girl and that she can take care of herself. Besides, their argument seems more lust-driven than anything.
I casually walk past them to the elevator in preparation for my own big moment with Mr. Paul Armstrong. Emilia sees me and delivers a small smile that lets me know she’s okay.
Then the next thing I know she and Evan are going at it—in a totally non-argumentative way.
I smile to myself as I press the elevator key and suddenly feel myself experiencing waves of mixed emotions.
I’m about to go out with Paul—mystery man extraordinaire, sexy neighbor, and man with rippling abs.
How I got in this position I’ll never know, but I can see that tonight promises to be extraordinary.
Paul
She comes out of her building looking fucking hot.
She changed her shoes, but everything else is the same. I haven’t even got her name yet, and I already know I want to fuck her.
She runs to the waiting limousine, and I do her the honor of opening the door myself.
My fake excuse about needing a date worked. I do have a work function to attend, but I didn’t need a date. It’s a dinner, a fundraiser, and totally unnecessary.
Normally, I’d just write them a check and call it good. But not if she’s gonna be my date. I’d sit through a thousand boring dinners just to be in close proximity to her.
“Hi,” she says breathlessly.
“I didn’t even get your name,” I say, inhaling the sweet scent of her rich brown hair as she gets in the limo.
“Oh, hi, I’m Naomi. And I think you’re right. We are neighbors. I think I’ve seen you before,” she says with a smirk as she gets in.
Oh, fuck. She’s seen me all right. I knew she had, the little minx.
My apartment is right across from hers, and I’ve seen those green eyes staring at me from a distance, especially and most conveniently when I’ve got my shirt off.
I slide into the limo next to her, and she smiles something wicked. I know she’s thinking what I’m thinking. I know she’s wishing I would spread her out right here and claim her and drag her back to my apartment.
But time will reveal all things.
“Drink?” I say, proffering some of the best bourbon on the planet.
“Yes, thank you,” she says swishing the amber liquid around in her glass.
She takes a sip, eyes locked on mine the entire time.
Fuck, this girl has the potential to get me in deep. I may never swim out of her endlessly sexy green eyes.
She’s provocative and seductive and fucking perfect. My time in NYC is looking very worthwhile all of a sudden.
“So, where are we going?” she asks lightly.
“A hotel downtown. A boring dinner,” I say, taking in her curves.
It’s nice to see her up close and personal.
“Boring, huh? Sounds like a great time,” she quips.
I look at her intently and say, “I promise we’ll just make an appearance and then we can get out of there.”
