Page 97 of Seal My Fate

The man turns to face me again as I straighten up. “I just gave you the shirt off my back,” he says, sounding amused as he shrugs on his jacket again.

“Right. Thanks,” I blurt. Glancing at my reflection, I can see, he really did just save the day. His shirt is oversized in a cool, stylish way, and I might even look better than I did in my sale-rack blouse. “Well… I should go.”

“Wait.”

He doesn’t block my path, but somehow, I find myself pressed up against six feet of taut, toned muscle.

“Wha—”

My question is cut short as he takes me in his arms, pushes me firmly back against the sink, and kisses the living daylights out of me.

Holy shit!

His mouth is demanding, hot and hungry as his hands grip my waist, pinning me in place. My brain short-circuits. One minute, I’m wondering if I buttoned this thing right, and the next…

The next, I’m in sensory overload.

He eases my lips open and slides his tongue deep into my mouth. My legs give way. Heat rushes through me, tightening at my core, and I have to grip his lapels and hold on for dear life as he kisses, and probes, andundoesmewith his mouth.

Oh my God.

I can’t get enough. It’s hot, and wild, and totally overwhelming, and I arch up against him, eagerly reaching to—

He releases me.

Just as quickly as it started, the kiss is over. I blink at him in disbelief, my heart pounding, my blood boiling from his touch. I’m unraveled, but the man looks totally unaffected as he gives me a smug grin.

“You can telleverythingby the way someone kisses,” he says, smirking. “Especiallyhow they are in bed.”

And then he saunters out, leaving me reeling there alone in the restroom.

He heard me!

I recognize the words, and let out a groan. He was listening to my conversation with Kelsey, back there in line at the coffee shop. All my blabbering about my date, and the job interview. What must he think of me?

Enough to land the hands-down best kiss of your life.

Good point.

And if the kiss was that good, sex with him would be…

Nope! I can’t be thinking about this right now. I grab my bag and hightail it across the street, trying to put that weird and wonderful encounter behind me and focus on what really matters right now:

Landing this job.

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I takea deep breath as I approach the building, windows gleaming in the morning sun. Sterling Cross isthemost exclusive luxury jewelry company in the world, crafting the kind of exquisite creations that adorn movie stars and royalty, with waiting lists a mile long. Their headquarters here in New York is like a work of art on its own. When I take the elevator up to the fifteenth floor, the doors open on an incredible atrium sparkling like one of their priceless jewels, all light and crystal, with display cases showcasing gorgeous necklaces, and stunning prints of their gems.

This place screams style and exclusivity. Mere mortals not invited.

Except I am, today.

I approach the front desk. “Hello, I’m Juliet Nichols, here to interview for the executive assistant position?”

The terrifyingly chic blonde barely glances at me. “To your left. Wait with the others.”

I follow her directions to a packed waiting area, full of equally stylish-looking people. I find a spare corner of a bench to wait, and try to get my head in the game, but it’s impossible with my heart still racing and my whole body alive with adrenaline after that kiss.

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