by J. S. Scott
“Are you always this much of an arrogant ass?” she asked crossly.
With an ironic smile, he said, “No, normally, I’m much, much worse.”
* * *
Julia didn’t know if he was joking or not, but she chuckled. “Don’t make me laugh. It makes it harder to say no.” She looked up at him and frowned. “And it is no. Just to be clear.”
They rode down in the elevator and walked out of the building together in silence. The chauffer opened the door to a Bentley town car and she and Gio slid in. She told the driver her address and he pulled into traffic.
She snuck a peek at Gio. When he thought she wasn’t looking there was an expression in his eyes that seemed almost sad. Was that the pain Maddy had mentioned? What had this man been through that kept him away from family who obviously loved him? She shouldn’t ask. Shouldn’t get involved. It would be easier to walk away if she didn’t know.
And walk away is what she intended to do.
He wasn’t looking for love; he was looking for a way into her pants. The problem was, every time she was near him she forgot why that was a bad idea. It didn’t matter that they were both fully dressed and separated by a few inches. Her body tightened and warmed for his touch. If he took her into his arms right then, she doubted anything would stop them from finishing what they had started earlier. Not the fact that they were in public or that the driver would see them.
Why does this feel different than anything I’ve ever done?
I’ve dated a couple of men.
Men who made me laugh.
And sex with them was nice. It was a sweet expression of our feelings for each other.
But nothing like this. This is dangerous. I could lose myself if I’m not careful. She peered at him out of the corner of one eye and studied his strong profile. But what a way to go.
“I didn’t realize you knew my cousin,” he said, still looking straight ahead.
“I didn’t, but she thinks I’m the reason you said yes to the wedding.”
“You are,” he said simply, and she swung around to search his face.
Julia swallowed hard. “I haven’t changed my mind about not going.”
He didn’t answer. As they pulled up to her apartment building, he demanded, “You live here?”
Offended, Julia sat straight up. “It’s clean. Relatively safe. And only one block from the subway.”
He nodded toward what looked like a drug deal going down on the corner of the street.
She shrugged. “They’re just kids. They’ve never bothered me.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose. “You can’t stay here.”
She put her hands on her hips and turned in her seat. “Where I live is none of your business. This is what I can afford, and I don’t appreciate you trying to make me feel badly about it.”
“You’re not staying here.”
“Yes, I am.”
He glared at her.
She glared back.
With a shake of his head, he said, “Gather your stuff. I’m checking you into a hotel.”
The words sent unwanted shivers of pleasure down her back. No. No. No. Down, libido. She put her hand on the door handle. “Thank you for the ride home.” She quickly opened the door and stepped out before he could stop her.
He was beside her in a heartbeat, blocking her escape. “Get back in the car.”
“No.”
He grabbed her arm. One of the youths across the street called out, “Hey, is he bothering you?”
She called back. “No, he’s going.” She met Gio’s eyes angrily and said, “You are—going. Just because I work for you doesn’t mean you have any right to tell me what I can do or where I can live. Let go of my arm.”
Gio dropped her arm. “I don’t understand you.”
I don’t understand me either, so we’re even. “Goodnight, Mr. Andrade.”
Julia turned and walked away, leaving him on the street watching her. Once she got inside, she didn’t go to the window of her apartment. She didn’t want to know if he was still there.
She wasn’t sure she’d be able to stop herself from running back down and throwing herself in his arms.
This is for the best.
Whatever animal attraction we have for each other is the kind of chemistry that always leads to trouble.
Remember why you came to New York.
Stay focused.
She changed into her nightgown and made herself a microwave dinner.
Who wanted a date with a hot billionaire anyway?
Chapter Nine
Rena knocked on Gio’s door, then walked into his office without waiting for his answer. “Do you have a minute?”
In the middle of a phone call, Gio raised one hand, told the governor courting him to invest in his state to send him some stats, and hung up the phone. He stood and stretched. Unable to sleep the night before, he’d come back to his office and worked through the night—something he was able to do since so many of his contacts were international. Although he was tired, it was a good tired. Work had always done that for him. When nothing else made sense, business did. He looked down at his watch. “Eight o’clock already? Get Atwater on the phone. I read over his proposal. It’s promising, but some of his assumptions about our role in developing the area are way off. I’ll give him access to our lobbyists, but I don’t want our name linked publicly with his project. It’s not going to be a popular one.”
Rena closed the door behind her. “Before I do that . . . I want to apologize for last night. Luke called me after seeing you. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
“Forget it,” he said gruffly.
Rena walked farther into his office. “We’ve known each other a long time, Gio. I feel like I grew up with you as a second brother. I know you hate when I get personal at work, but I’m worried about you. Did you actually reallocate one of your security team to watch Julia’s apartment building?” She laid a hand flat on his desk, real concern evident in her expression. “What are you doing, Gio? This isn’t like you.”
Turning away from the concern in her eyes, Gio walked to look out the expansive office window. “I had to do something. The neighborhood she lives in isn’t safe.”
“Did she ask you for help?”
“Hell, no,” Gio said, running his hand through his hair. “She told me the area was fine. I offered her an out, but she wanted to stay there. I don’t understand her.”
“That’s because she’s not like the women you usually date.”
He rubbed his forehead in frustration. “Tell me about it.”
“Did you really ask her to go to the island wedding with you?” Rena said with a smile in her voice.
“How do you—” He shook his head in resignation. “Don’t tell me. I’d rather not know how you heard that. It doesn’t matter. She said no.”
“Which is fortunate for you, because you don’t believe in workplace relationships.”
“Exactly.”
“Want my opinion?”
He groaned. “Not really, but I’ve never successfully convinced you to keep it to yourself.”
“Go slow with this one. Take a walk with her. Share a coffee. Get to know her.”
“What happened to, ‘Stay the hell away from her? You’re not ready for a nice woman’?”
“According to Luke, that horse has left the gate. Just be careful with her, Gio. You could really hurt her.”
Looking out over the skyline, Gio listened to Rena’s footsteps retreating across the office, then the door opening.
“And take a shower. You look like hell.”
Gio closed his eyes for a moment and shook his head.
A walk?
It wasn’t what he was craving to do with Julia, but nothing else had worked with her thus far. He was willing to try anything. The small taste he’d had of her had only heightened his desire for her. He couldn’t look at his desk without imagining her there, half-dressed and ready for him. He could almost smell her s
oft perfume, hear the moan she made. He wanted to hear his name on her lips while she came for him.
He loosened his tie and threw it over the back of one of the chairs, then headed for the side door to his office. He did need a shower. A cold one.
* * *
Julia had spent the day debating if she should return to Cogent Solutions or not. After walking out on a night she was scheduled, there was a good chance she was no longer employed. She finally decided that no matter how awkward it was, she would keep going until someone told her not to. Landlords don’t care that you almost slept with your boss the night before. They want their rent.
And I’m not ready to go home yet.
She walked up to where Paul and Tom were sitting and asked, “Do you guys know if I’m scheduled for tonight?”
“As far as I know,” Tom said as he pulled out a schedule sheet. “Yep. You’re on the list. What happened last night? Mr. Andrade came down here asking for you. He didn’t look happy.”
Memories flooded back. Julia shook her head wordlessly at Tom. She didn’t like to lie, but there was no part of yesterday that she was willing to repeat. Thank God I didn’t actually sleep with him. I’m already a mess.
She turned to walk away and gasped when she saw Gio standing beside her.
“Let’s take a walk,” he said curtly.
Is this where he tells me that he can’t believe I didn’t realize I don’t work here anymore? Let him say it. I’ve done nothing wrong. Okay, I’ve done a few things wrong, but all of that was just as much his fault as it was mine. It takes two. “I don’t mind if they hear.”
At least then I know we’ll stay on safe topics.
He looked over at Paul and Tom, who were practically hanging over the security desk to hear what they were saying. They instantly sat down and looked away. “We can’t talk here. Come to my office.”
She stepped back and shook her head. “I’m already late for my shift.”
One corner of his mouth twitched as if he’d almost smiled. “I’m sure it will be fine.”
Hitching her purse higher on her uniform-clad shoulder, Julia said, “I need this job. If you have a security-related concern, I’ll be happy to discuss it with you—although I believe you will find Paul or Tom more knowledgeable. If I’m fired, you can tell me right here.”
“You’re not fired, but we do have something we need to discuss.”
It would be so easy to give in. She fought to retain some control. “If it’s a personal topic, I have a break at seven.”
His jaw tightened. “Are you serious?”
She raised her chin. “Yes.”
“Then I’ll see you at seven.” He turned and walked away.
Julia let out a long, shaky sigh.
Seven o’clock.
What does he want to talk to me about?
And how am I going to be able to wait until then to find out?
Chapter Ten
At seven o’clock sharp, the phone on her desk rang. When she answered, Paul said from the other end of the line, “Mr. Andrade just exited the elevator. Do you want me to stall him?”
“No, Paul. It’s good. I’ll be right out.”
With a quick look in a compact mirror, Julia hesitated. If I freshen my lipstick now, it’ll look like I did it for him. Like I’m expecting him to ask me out again. She made a face in the mirror and chided herself.
It’s more likely that he’s looking for a way to dismiss me without this becoming a big deal. He’s had time to think about it and he’s as embarrassed as I am by what we did—or almost did.
She decided to apply a fresh coat of lipstick after all. I’m going to need all the help I can get to survive hearing him list why sex with me is no longer a good idea.
With one final fortifying breath, she opened the door and walked out into the foyer. Mistakes are like ladder rungs to success. Embrace them. Learn from them. She couldn’t remember which article she’d found that quote in, but right then it didn’t matter. She was embracing that quote along with her mistakes. Hugging the shit out of both them, really.
And forcing a brave smile to her face. “Mr. Andrade.”
“Gio,” he said smoothly and took her by the arm, guiding her out of the foyer and out the front door of the building. “Let’s go outside,” he said, his tone giving no hint to where this conversation was headed.
“Sure,” Julia said slowly, keeping step beside him. Not that she had much of a choice. He wasn’t letting go of her arm. Oh, my God. Just tell me whatever it is you want to say.
After about a block, his pace slowed and his hold on her relaxed. Without looking down at her, he said, “About last night . . .”
Trying to sound casual, she said, “I vote we forget it ever happened and move on.”
He stopped and she nearly crashed into him. Even with people jostling around them on the sidewalk, the world seemed to disappear and nothing mattered but him and how she felt when she looked into his eyes. “Easier said than done.”
Tell me about it. She bit her bottom lip and waited, her heart beating wildly in her chest.
“I’ve told you how I feel about office relationships.”
Slam. Of course. Disappointment rose like bile in her throat. “Yes.”
“The only solution is you quit. You’re a distraction I don’t need at work. I’ll help you find another job. Not right away, of course. I’d like you to be free to travel with me. You’ll have to move, though. Your living arrangements are completely unacceptable. I’ll set you up in an apartment on the nice side of town. If you’re worried about money, I can give you a generous allowance.”
A slow burning anger started deep in Julia’s stomach. Between gritted teeth she said, “Sounds like you put a lot of thought into this offer.”
“I did,” he said, so calmly that she wanted to kick him.
“And never once did it sound offensive to you? I can’t believe I was upset because I thought you were going to say you didn’t want to see me again.” She threw her hair back over her shoulder. “You make me so angry I could strangle you.” She poked a finger into his suit-covered shoulder. “And not in some funky, paid-mistress way. I mean actually hurt you.”
He pulled her to him and the kiss they shared channeled her anger into a frenzied passion. Her hands flew to the back of his head and she ground against him, unable to deny the pull between them. His hands cupped her from behind, grinding her against his pulsing erection.
“Get a room,” someone said behind them, but the taunt wasn’t enough to pierce through their haze of sexual need. They stumbled backward against the side of a building, and Julia finally understood why people risked everything for this. There was something exquisitely, almost painfully, beautiful about giving in to a primal need and leaving the rest of the world behind.
His hand was sliding up her rib cage beneath her shirt when a camera flashed and someone said, “Got it.”
He pulled back. “Shit.” He reached for the photographer, but the young man was too fast and disappeared into the busy stream of people. His face tight with anger, and his eyes still storming with unfulfilled passion, he said, “This is exactly why we can’t continue as we are . . .”
Julia’s head was still spinning from the kiss. “I did not mean for that to happen.” She covered her lips with one shaking hand.
“I did.” He looked down at her intently and then, with his hand on the small of her back, guided her toward his office building. “Maybe now you’ll stop pretending we don’t want the same thing.”
She looked up at him sadly. “I don’t know what kind of women you’re used to dating, but I don’t want your money. I don’t need you to pay for an apartment for me. And I’m offended that you think I would.”
“Then tell me what you do want.”
Julia looked away and then back at him. She had difficulty forming coherent thoughts when he was around her, but if he cared enough to ask, then she felt he should get an honest answer. “All the normal stuff. Ask me
out. Send me roses. I’m partial to pink ones.”
He didn’t look happy with her answer, nor did he flat out reject the idea. They reentered Cogent Solutions together. He walked her to the door of her station, not seeming to care that all eyes were on them as he did. “I don’t know what we’re doing, but God help me, I can’t stop myself when it comes to you.” After one final, deep kiss that left Julia sagging against the wall, he walked away.
Julia was still standing there, watching him go, when she heard Paul say, “See. When a woman is that beautiful, no man is immune.”
“Shut up, Paul,” Tom said.
Still floating from the kiss, Julia wasn’t bothered by the commentary. She returned to her station, sat down, and hoped no one decided to break into the building that night because her attention was definitely not on the monitors.
* * *
Back in his office, Gio sat down at his desk and picked up his phone. Years of erasing stories in the media had given him the contacts necessary to ensure that photo wouldn’t see print. It wasn’t an easy feat in this day of the Internet, but people rarely published anything unless there was potential profit in it. The trick to getting a story killed was to make sure that remaining silent was more profitable for the source; or safer for their career.
He preferred to keep things positive, but he’d go to whatever lengths he needed when it came to protecting what was his.
And Julia fit that definition, regardless of how she might try to fight it.
She would be his.
Even though she fought him at every turn. He closed his eyes as he remembered how he hadn’t cared who was around them on the street. He’d wanted her with such urgency that the photographer had done them a favor. A few more minutes and they might have started shedding clothing and given the press a story that even his contacts couldn’t squash.
He groaned. After years of judging Nick for chasing everything in a skirt and mocking his lack of control, Gio was coming to the humbling conclusion that he had his own Achilles’ heel—and her name was Julia.
And what did she want from him?
Flowers. He did a quick search on his phone for a flower shop, then placed an order that the florist repeated twice to make sure she’d heard correctly.