hand. It was shaking. But the ring was GONE! Mission accomplished!
“I’m sorry,” she said in a small, trembling voice as she re-stacked the books. “Thanks for helping.”
I was so close to her I could smell the sweet cherry vanilla scent of her hair and hear her heart thudding. Ahh! Music to my ears. The sound of a broken heart.
I added a couple of books to the heap. “You don’t seem your normal self today, Jennifer.”
She sighed. I looked straight at her; she was so close I could taste her. Her eyes were watering.
“I’m fine,” she replied as a tear spilled onto the cover of the top book. Tangled.
I lifted her glasses onto her head. The tears were freely falling down her cheeks. With the pads of my thumb, I brushed them away. Truthfully, I longed to kiss them away.
“You’re not fine. Did something bad happen?”
“I broke up with my fiancé,” she blurted. The forlorn look on her face got to me. I almost felt sorry for her. Sympathy was edging out my sense of victory.
“What happened?”
“He was cheating on me. With his hygienist.”
“The blond one with the big tits?”
“Yeah, that one.”
“That’s awful. Do you want to take the day off?” Hello, Mr. Nice Guy.
Blinking back tears, she shook her head. “Thanks, Blake, but no. I think work will keep my mind off things. And I’ve got a lot on my plate. I want to review the focus group findings with Libby and start optioning these erotic romances. Plus, there’s the staff meeting.”
She stacked the last book on the pile and awkwardly tried to gather up the bundle. “Let me help you.” I offered. My fingers brushed against hers as I grabbed the top half of the stack and stood up. She followed suit with the rest of the books and thanked me again.
“Where would you like the books?” she sniffled, her pools of green burning a hole right through me.
“On my desk would be just fine.” I led the way, and we set the two piles side by side next to my computer. She caught sight of the photo in The Hollywood Reporter, and her breath hitched in her throat. She bit down on her lip and her eyelids fluttered.
“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” I asked.
She nodded, still staring at the photo. “I think about that night a lot.”
“I do too.” Of how much I wanted her in my arms and her lips back on mine. Now that dream could be a reality. Dickwick was out of her life.
She pivoted on her heel. “Well, I’d better get back to my office. I want to prepare for the staff meeting. Oh, and I almost forgot. Thank you for that cactus plant. I got it this morning.”
“Just a little token of my appreciation.” Of my affection. We exchanged small smiles.
As I headed to my chair and she to the door, she spun around and asked me a question.
“Mr. Burns, one last thing. Do you know a producer by the name of Charles Palmer III?”
I stopped dead in my tracks and swallowed hard. “Very well. But he’s very difficult to connect with. Let me know if you hook up with him. I’d love to meet him.”
Another small smile curled up on her sweet lips. “I will. See you in a bit at the staff meeting.”
“Later,” I retorted and she disappeared.
Right now, I had to figure out my next move with Ms. Jennifer McCoy.
Back in my chair, I stared blankly at the photo in The Hollywood Reporter . No more Kitty, Kirstie, Kristie, or Keira. There was only one girl for me. Only one girl I longed to kiss. But how was I going to make her mine? Then like a meteorite, an idea crashed into my brain. I speed-dialed my best bud. Jaime Zander.
Chapter 14
Jennifer
T he next couple of days were pure hell. While the mood in the office was festive because of the holidays, I was miserable.
The last thing I wanted to do was go to the company-wide Conquest Broadcasting Christmas Ball. I was still reeling from the aftershock of my breakup with Bradley. Most of my single co-workers were bringing dates. All I had to bring was a broken heart. Worst of
“I’m sorry,” she said in a small, trembling voice as she re-stacked the books. “Thanks for helping.”
I was so close to her I could smell the sweet cherry vanilla scent of her hair and hear her heart thudding. Ahh! Music to my ears. The sound of a broken heart.
I added a couple of books to the heap. “You don’t seem your normal self today, Jennifer.”
She sighed. I looked straight at her; she was so close I could taste her. Her eyes were watering.
“I’m fine,” she replied as a tear spilled onto the cover of the top book. Tangled.
I lifted her glasses onto her head. The tears were freely falling down her cheeks. With the pads of my thumb, I brushed them away. Truthfully, I longed to kiss them away.
“You’re not fine. Did something bad happen?”
“I broke up with my fiancé,” she blurted. The forlorn look on her face got to me. I almost felt sorry for her. Sympathy was edging out my sense of victory.
“What happened?”
“He was cheating on me. With his hygienist.”
“The blond one with the big tits?”
“Yeah, that one.”
“That’s awful. Do you want to take the day off?” Hello, Mr. Nice Guy.
Blinking back tears, she shook her head. “Thanks, Blake, but no. I think work will keep my mind off things. And I’ve got a lot on my plate. I want to review the focus group findings with Libby and start optioning these erotic romances. Plus, there’s the staff meeting.”
She stacked the last book on the pile and awkwardly tried to gather up the bundle. “Let me help you.” I offered. My fingers brushed against hers as I grabbed the top half of the stack and stood up. She followed suit with the rest of the books and thanked me again.
“Where would you like the books?” she sniffled, her pools of green burning a hole right through me.
“On my desk would be just fine.” I led the way, and we set the two piles side by side next to my computer. She caught sight of the photo in The Hollywood Reporter, and her breath hitched in her throat. She bit down on her lip and her eyelids fluttered.
“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” I asked.
She nodded, still staring at the photo. “I think about that night a lot.”
“I do too.” Of how much I wanted her in my arms and her lips back on mine. Now that dream could be a reality. Dickwick was out of her life.
She pivoted on her heel. “Well, I’d better get back to my office. I want to prepare for the staff meeting. Oh, and I almost forgot. Thank you for that cactus plant. I got it this morning.”
“Just a little token of my appreciation.” Of my affection. We exchanged small smiles.
As I headed to my chair and she to the door, she spun around and asked me a question.
“Mr. Burns, one last thing. Do you know a producer by the name of Charles Palmer III?”
I stopped dead in my tracks and swallowed hard. “Very well. But he’s very difficult to connect with. Let me know if you hook up with him. I’d love to meet him.”
Another small smile curled up on her sweet lips. “I will. See you in a bit at the staff meeting.”
“Later,” I retorted and she disappeared.
Right now, I had to figure out my next move with Ms. Jennifer McCoy.
Back in my chair, I stared blankly at the photo in The Hollywood Reporter . No more Kitty, Kirstie, Kristie, or Keira. There was only one girl for me. Only one girl I longed to kiss. But how was I going to make her mine? Then like a meteorite, an idea crashed into my brain. I speed-dialed my best bud. Jaime Zander.
Chapter 14
Jennifer
T he next couple of days were pure hell. While the mood in the office was festive because of the holidays, I was miserable.
The last thing I wanted to do was go to the company-wide Conquest Broadcasting Christmas Ball. I was still reeling from the aftershock of my breakup with Bradley. Most of my single co-workers were bringing dates. All I had to bring was a broken heart. Worst of
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