it. But maybe the hallway in your apartment building isn’t the place to discuss business.”
“I know,” Jenna said, flushing as she tried to put the key in the lock once more. “It’s just . . . I don’t want
to lose this account. It’s important to me.”
“I swear, I’ll clean up the fallout from my bad judgment, but first, give me the keys and let me open the
door for you. Obviously you’re too emotional right now.”
“I’m not emo—”
Her words died as the lock on the other side clicked and the door opened.
Jenna’s jaw dropped at the same time she heard James’ breath catch.Oh. My. God. Bryce was standing
there, shirtless, wearing a pair of sexier-than-hell faded jeans that were frayed around the waist.
She saw James glance up at the number on her door. 24. Yep, right apartment. Jenna swallowed
convulsively, struggling for the words, trying to find that inner vixen who could casually breeze in and
pretend like they hadn’t had sex last night.
“Hi, babe, you’re home early.”
Jenna caught the incredulous look on James’ face as Bryce greeted her and pulled her into the apartment.
He would have slammed the door in James’ face, too, if James hadn’t put out his hand, stopping it with
his palm.
“Come on in, James,” she said, trying to act like having a half-naked man in her apartment was no big
deal. “We can go over those files and your new ideas for the campaign before dinner.”
“Dinner?” Bryce asked as he cast a dark look between her and James.
“Yeah, Tyson canceled,” she said, throwing him an “I know you had something to do with that” look.
“So I invited James out for a business supper. I thought we’d eat at Cravings.”
Direct hit. Bryce’s gaze turned venomous at the mention of her eating at his precious restaurant with
another man.
“Well, yourbusiness dinner will have to wait till tomorrow night, because I’ve already got dinner on. I
made a pitcher of peach bellinis. Why don’t you get comfortable and I’ll bring you one while we’re
waiting for dinner to cook?”
What the hell was this? Bryce was acting like he had every right to be in her apartment. Hell, he was
acting like he had every right toher . Like he was her boyfriend, for crying out loud.
A little thrill shot through her at the thought. It was kind of nice, seeing his dark expression as he stared
James down. But then Jenna got a little perturbed.
Just who did he think he was? He could make claims on her, but she wasn’t allowed the same luxury?
She almost snorted knowing what Bryce’s response would be if she ever dared to question him about his
dinner dates. And frankly, the thought really pissed her off.
“Hey, it’s no problem with me, Jenna,” James said very gallantly, obviously sensing the turbulent
undercurrents in the room. “We can do dinner tomorrow night, or I can pick you up early in the morning
and we can go out for breakfast and talk.”
She saw Bryce’s eyes grow black and the tiniest thrill of victory washed over her, whisking away her
earlier peevishness. Could Bryce be feeling jealous of James? She shouldn’t be savoring the emotion, and
certainly didn’t want to put James in the middle of anything, but the knowledge that Bryce might be a little
threatened was the sweetest thing she’d ever felt.
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And it was about damn time, too. She had always been the one to feel envious, seeing Bryce with his
women. So this novelty was something she was going to savor, even though she knew it wasn’t very kind
to her coworker.
“I have an idea. Why don’t you stay for supper, James?” Jenna asked.
Bryce’s head snapped in her direction so fast she heard the bones in his neck crack. She smiled and
kicked off her heels. “Bryce always cooks more than enough. Don’t you?”
Bryce’s mouth moved, but no words came out.
James was suddenly looking highly
“I know,” Jenna said, flushing as she tried to put the key in the lock once more. “It’s just . . . I don’t want
to lose this account. It’s important to me.”
“I swear, I’ll clean up the fallout from my bad judgment, but first, give me the keys and let me open the
door for you. Obviously you’re too emotional right now.”
“I’m not emo—”
Her words died as the lock on the other side clicked and the door opened.
Jenna’s jaw dropped at the same time she heard James’ breath catch.Oh. My. God. Bryce was standing
there, shirtless, wearing a pair of sexier-than-hell faded jeans that were frayed around the waist.
She saw James glance up at the number on her door. 24. Yep, right apartment. Jenna swallowed
convulsively, struggling for the words, trying to find that inner vixen who could casually breeze in and
pretend like they hadn’t had sex last night.
“Hi, babe, you’re home early.”
Jenna caught the incredulous look on James’ face as Bryce greeted her and pulled her into the apartment.
He would have slammed the door in James’ face, too, if James hadn’t put out his hand, stopping it with
his palm.
“Come on in, James,” she said, trying to act like having a half-naked man in her apartment was no big
deal. “We can go over those files and your new ideas for the campaign before dinner.”
“Dinner?” Bryce asked as he cast a dark look between her and James.
“Yeah, Tyson canceled,” she said, throwing him an “I know you had something to do with that” look.
“So I invited James out for a business supper. I thought we’d eat at Cravings.”
Direct hit. Bryce’s gaze turned venomous at the mention of her eating at his precious restaurant with
another man.
“Well, yourbusiness dinner will have to wait till tomorrow night, because I’ve already got dinner on. I
made a pitcher of peach bellinis. Why don’t you get comfortable and I’ll bring you one while we’re
waiting for dinner to cook?”
What the hell was this? Bryce was acting like he had every right to be in her apartment. Hell, he was
acting like he had every right toher . Like he was her boyfriend, for crying out loud.
A little thrill shot through her at the thought. It was kind of nice, seeing his dark expression as he stared
James down. But then Jenna got a little perturbed.
Just who did he think he was? He could make claims on her, but she wasn’t allowed the same luxury?
She almost snorted knowing what Bryce’s response would be if she ever dared to question him about his
dinner dates. And frankly, the thought really pissed her off.
“Hey, it’s no problem with me, Jenna,” James said very gallantly, obviously sensing the turbulent
undercurrents in the room. “We can do dinner tomorrow night, or I can pick you up early in the morning
and we can go out for breakfast and talk.”
She saw Bryce’s eyes grow black and the tiniest thrill of victory washed over her, whisking away her
earlier peevishness. Could Bryce be feeling jealous of James? She shouldn’t be savoring the emotion, and
certainly didn’t want to put James in the middle of anything, but the knowledge that Bryce might be a little
threatened was the sweetest thing she’d ever felt.
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And it was about damn time, too. She had always been the one to feel envious, seeing Bryce with his
women. So this novelty was something she was going to savor, even though she knew it wasn’t very kind
to her coworker.
“I have an idea. Why don’t you stay for supper, James?” Jenna asked.
Bryce’s head snapped in her direction so fast she heard the bones in his neck crack. She smiled and
kicked off her heels. “Bryce always cooks more than enough. Don’t you?”
Bryce’s mouth moved, but no words came out.
James was suddenly looking highly
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