sadness quickly switched to anger.
I need to find another job and learn from this experience. Never mix business with pleasure.
She left for work and got to the office right before eight o’clock. Her desk was stacked high with work. She had started going through the piles when her phone rang. She glanced at the screen. Shit, it was Dane. Her heart skipped a beat.
I’m not answering it. She let the call roll over to her voicemail. What did you share last night…sex? Damn it, Jenny, you get attached way too easily.
She faced her computer and began returning emails. There were dozens of messages from clients whom she needed to respond to. She decided to forget about her problems for now and focus on the work in front of her.
The day moved by swiftly between meetings, phone calls and powering through the stack of work on her desk. When she finally noticed the clock, the sun had completely faded.
I’m not working late tonight. She sighed miserably.
She frowned as memories of last night resurfaced to haunt her. The phone rang again, jolting her back to reality. She looked at the screen.
It was Dane again. She chewed on her bottom lip, debating whether to answer it.
I’m going to get hurt if I keep seeing this guy so why prolong the inevitable? She shook her head and quickly left the office before she changed her mind. It wasn’t nice of her to ignore him. Technically, he did leave her a note. But his hot-and-cold response to her last night indicated he wasn’t ready to have a relationship with anyone and quite frankly neither was she. It was easier to walk away now before she became emotionally attached to him. She was already pretty smitten.
She arrived home to an empty apartment and closed the door behind her. She twisted the lock into place. Loneliness swept over her. She missed Dane. Maybe she should have spoken to him.
“Damn it,” she said. Why didn’t she ever believe she was good enough to really be loved by someone?
She set her keys on the dresser and changed out of her work clothes, removed her bra and panties and put on a comfortable pair of sweats and a tank top. She took a book off her nightstand and went into the kitchen to fix something to eat. It was going to be one of those nights.
Chapter Five
Dane slammed the phone down. Why doesn’t she answer my calls?
He paced his office like a caged animal. Leaving this morning without saying goodbye to her in person had probably been a bad idea but at the time it had been necessary. He’d had to go, and explaining where wasn’t an option. Besides, crawling back in bed with her would have been too difficult under the circumstances.
She was mad at him, that was obvious. It was probably best to let her believe it was a one-night stand. He hated the idea but how else could he protect her?
I’ll look up her address. With any luck, the Rogues hadn’t discovered his secret.
He powered on his laptop and searched for the email containing some of Jenny’s personal information that human resources had sent him.
Dane traced to the area where Jenny’s apartment was on the Upper East Side. He located the building where she lived and scaled the side of the structure until he reached the tenth floor. When he found her balcony, he jumped over the rail and peered inside the tiny one-bedroom apartment and spotted her sitting at a table.
He couldn’t help but notice how small and fragile she appeared. Her hair was back in a ponytail instead of loose how he liked it. And she wore a pair of sweats and a white tank top with no bra, revealing the subtle outline of her breasts. His breathing increased and a savage inner fire started to burn again. God, she turned him on. A rumble of need vibrated his chest and it took great willpower to hold back.
She put her hands over her eyes.
Wait, is she crying? He noticed tears spilling down her cheeks. She quickly wiped them away and got up to grab a tissue.
Nice, now I really feel like an ass for not saying
I need to find another job and learn from this experience. Never mix business with pleasure.
She left for work and got to the office right before eight o’clock. Her desk was stacked high with work. She had started going through the piles when her phone rang. She glanced at the screen. Shit, it was Dane. Her heart skipped a beat.
I’m not answering it. She let the call roll over to her voicemail. What did you share last night…sex? Damn it, Jenny, you get attached way too easily.
She faced her computer and began returning emails. There were dozens of messages from clients whom she needed to respond to. She decided to forget about her problems for now and focus on the work in front of her.
The day moved by swiftly between meetings, phone calls and powering through the stack of work on her desk. When she finally noticed the clock, the sun had completely faded.
I’m not working late tonight. She sighed miserably.
She frowned as memories of last night resurfaced to haunt her. The phone rang again, jolting her back to reality. She looked at the screen.
It was Dane again. She chewed on her bottom lip, debating whether to answer it.
I’m going to get hurt if I keep seeing this guy so why prolong the inevitable? She shook her head and quickly left the office before she changed her mind. It wasn’t nice of her to ignore him. Technically, he did leave her a note. But his hot-and-cold response to her last night indicated he wasn’t ready to have a relationship with anyone and quite frankly neither was she. It was easier to walk away now before she became emotionally attached to him. She was already pretty smitten.
She arrived home to an empty apartment and closed the door behind her. She twisted the lock into place. Loneliness swept over her. She missed Dane. Maybe she should have spoken to him.
“Damn it,” she said. Why didn’t she ever believe she was good enough to really be loved by someone?
She set her keys on the dresser and changed out of her work clothes, removed her bra and panties and put on a comfortable pair of sweats and a tank top. She took a book off her nightstand and went into the kitchen to fix something to eat. It was going to be one of those nights.
Chapter Five
Dane slammed the phone down. Why doesn’t she answer my calls?
He paced his office like a caged animal. Leaving this morning without saying goodbye to her in person had probably been a bad idea but at the time it had been necessary. He’d had to go, and explaining where wasn’t an option. Besides, crawling back in bed with her would have been too difficult under the circumstances.
She was mad at him, that was obvious. It was probably best to let her believe it was a one-night stand. He hated the idea but how else could he protect her?
I’ll look up her address. With any luck, the Rogues hadn’t discovered his secret.
He powered on his laptop and searched for the email containing some of Jenny’s personal information that human resources had sent him.
Dane traced to the area where Jenny’s apartment was on the Upper East Side. He located the building where she lived and scaled the side of the structure until he reached the tenth floor. When he found her balcony, he jumped over the rail and peered inside the tiny one-bedroom apartment and spotted her sitting at a table.
He couldn’t help but notice how small and fragile she appeared. Her hair was back in a ponytail instead of loose how he liked it. And she wore a pair of sweats and a white tank top with no bra, revealing the subtle outline of her breasts. His breathing increased and a savage inner fire started to burn again. God, she turned him on. A rumble of need vibrated his chest and it took great willpower to hold back.
She put her hands over her eyes.
Wait, is she crying? He noticed tears spilling down her cheeks. She quickly wiped them away and got up to grab a tissue.
Nice, now I really feel like an ass for not saying
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