Page 11 of Kiss Me Forever

"She won't know."

"Yeah, she will. You know how Gran gets. She can see everything on my face. I don't even have to say anything."

"That's a good point. Fine. Keep in touch, okay?"

"I will. Bye, cousin."

After she disconnected the call, I paced my living room.

Reese was right. I needed to back off. Gran was capable, and so was Reese.

Besides, I had a pressing matter to solve: convincing Megan to take the job.

I opened my home laptop and pulled up Megan’s résumé. Then I decided to check out her LinkedIn profile too. She had a photo there. Something else popped up too. Her high school graduation date. Fuck. She was only twenty-six. I was thirty-five. I’d guessed she was younger than me last night, but not by that much.

Focus, Luke.

She'd left her previous job five months ago. In today's market, that was a long gap. I read her letter of intent next. She mentioned wanting to apply for the US Architecture Design Award.

That was an impressive goal. We’d had interns in the past who applied—and quite a few who’d won. She needed to be employed to be able to participate. The more I thought about it, the clearer it became that she’d had a knee-jerk reaction today.

Fucking hell, I couldn't stop thinking about last night, the way she gave in to me. She’d looked delicious in that skirt and tank top. She’d worn high heels with straps and a bow at the back. I'd taken immense pleasure in peeling off every item of clothing.

I shook my head, fighting to clear that image. If she stayed on, I needed to be careful and professional. She’d have to make the call if she wanted more.

I was definitely going to convince her to accept the position. She needed this job. I needed her on my team. The question was if I planned to convince her only because I was short-staffed or because I wanted her.

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