I wore the small pearl studs my dad had given me as a graduation gift and the Rolex from Stanton and my mother. Leanly built, dark-haired, and green-eyed, Cary was a man who rarely looked anything less than absolutely gorgeous on any day of his life. The frenetic flow of tightly packed cars was unlike anything I'd ever seen anywhere. And sprawled flat on my ass. The doorman tipped his hat to me. They didn't view the steam billowing from potholes and vents in the sidewalks with romantic delight and they didn't blink an eye when the ground vibrated beneath their feet as the subway roared by below, while I grinned like an idiot and flexed my toes. Tearing off a flag from the bottom of a fluorescent sheet of paper, he held it out to me.
I fully expected his million-dollar face to appear on billboards and fashion magazines all over the world one day. Clutching the strap of my purse, I stood on shaky legs. I'm not used to delegating, but I'm sure I'll pick it up quick. She was driving herself crazy, and me along with her. I had a late lunch with Mr.
His kiss was confident, skilled, and just the right side of aggressive to turn me on wildly. The doorman tipped his hat to me. They didn't view the steam billowing from potholes and vents in the sidewalks with romantic delight and they didn't blink an eye when the ground vibrated beneath their feet as the subway roared by below, while I grinned like an idiot and flexed my toes. Cary Taylor found excuses to celebrate, no matter how small and inconsequential. I stepped out, deciding it would be safer for my sanity to take a different car up. I was in awe of the lumbering garbage trucks that navigated tiny one-way streets and the package delivery drivers who braved the bumper-to-bumper traffic while facing rigid deadlines. His touch was electric, sending a shock up my arm that raised the hairs on my nape.
He took an easy step forward and pressed a button on the panel to hold them open. No matter his expression, he was a knockout. Then he pulled down my skirt, smoothing it with calm, expert hands. My mother had refused to marry him, but he'd never wavered from his determination to be my dad in every way possible. My flushed forehead touched the air-conditioned glass. As he stared back, he altered.
Take a couple days to think. By twenty after the hour, I was sitting at a conference table in Stanton's offices, eyeing a beautifully catered lunch for two. I expect most women are. I lost my head for a second, but I still don't want what you want. Furious at what I'd almost let happen when I should be at work, I smacked at his hands. As usual, I lost my breath at the sight of him, which reignited my fading irritation. The bonds of his love transformed me, even as i prayed that the torment of our pasts didn't tear us apart.
You don't strike me as the kind of woman who wants bullshit and flattery instead of the truth. The space was vast, and the massive metal delivery-bay doors offered no exterior clue as to what was taking place inside. I wanted to make a living based on my own merits and that meant an entry-level position. The silky strands of hair falling over his collar tempted me to clench them and pull. Cary Taylor found excuses to celebrate, no matter how small and inconsequential. Stanton always sounded like old money to me — cultured, entitled, and arrogant. Releasing me, he withdrew a lone key from his pocket and plugged it into the panel.
The phone rang and I grabbed the handset off the wall. Even the happily married ones enjoy a little harmless flirtation now and then. My stomach churned, suddenly more interested in rejecting my lunch than digesting it. Stanton always sounded like old money to me - cultured, entitled, and arrogant. I fully expected his million-dollar face to appear on billboards and fashion magazines all over the world one day. I'd always considered it part of his charm.
One day soon, I hoped to blend right in, but for now I still felt like a fraudulent New Yorker. As I caught an empty elevator car, I ripped open a bar and bit viciously into it. I was thrilled for him and so proud. He had demons of his own. I'd brought a couple of things to personalize my space and I pulled them out.