Just One Night. Part 3 by Elle Casey Read Free Book Online Page B

battle going on inside me that’s whipping my emotions and my hormones up into one hell of a tornado. We’re talking business, here, not personal stuff. But his tone was so sexy! I could practically feel him touching me. Maybe it’s on purpose, but maybe that’s just how he always is. How would I know? I’ve always been around him with the understanding that we were going to have sex. Of course he’d be all sexy then, but maybe it’s just his persona.
    I don’t want to pick up the wrong vibe and make a fool of myself. Maybe I should just go at it one hundred percent professional and pretend like we never met before. Would that be weird? But wouldn’t it also be weird to act like our one-night stand means something more than it did? It sure doesn’t mean he owes me a business relationship. But then to act like I don’t even know him … that’s just strange. I know him probably better than most people.
    Ugh , this is awful. Why did I listen to Mia? She says her plans are great, but they aren’t. Her plans suck. I tap my fingernails on the table over and over. When that does nothing to help ease my racing mind, I spin the phone around and around, but that’s not helping either. I keep thinking about my future, my rent coming due, my business life falling apart. William has asked me for a proposal, a business proposal, but it’s probably a terrible idea to even go down that road.
    But what other options do I have right now? Sure I could hang my license with another broker. But then with Hank’s world domination scheme going, chances are I’d run into him again, maybe even find myself stuck with him again in a conference room. A girl can only do so many grand exits before they start looking pitiful.
    And there’s Heather. Errrgh, Heather . I couldn’t ever work with that woman. I don’t even trust myself to see her again and not go all Kill Bill on her. I wish I were a more physically violent person. Slapping her would give me so much satisfaction, and I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t regret it one bit. But then again, she’s living with Hank now, and working with him too. Isn’t she already suffering?
    I smile at that concept and my entire mood changes. That’s right. Heather did me a favor. I should probably send her flowers or a gift. She and Hank totally deserve each other.
    Before I can stop myself, I go on my computer and do exactly what I just fantasized about. Giggling like a maniac, I use my limited funds to put in an order with an online florist for an ugly mixed bouquet stuck into a giant coffee cup. It’s almost like I’m on drugs, I’m so dizzy with happiness. The card will read: To Hank and Heather, As you sow, so shall you reap. You two deserve each other. I guess I’m feeling a little dramatic with a touch of some Fatal Attraction action thrown in for good measure, but what the hell. Might as well go balls-out with my petty revenge, right?
    It’s almost cleansing, to fight back in that little way. I feel powerful and alive, not nearly as pitiful as I did earlier. William called me and said he wants a proposal, and that’s exactly what I’m going to give him.
    I scramble to pull together the documents I will need and make the phone calls to my clients to be sure they’ll follow me over. One Powerpoint, eight client confirmations, and several scanned items later, and I’m ready. I just hope he hasn’t decided in the last two hours to change his mind.

CHAPTER EIGHT
    William

    IT FIGURES THAT THE ONE time my assistant is too tied up to take a call, Jennifer rings. It’s not that I mind having her catch me playing at receptionist, it’s just that I felt totally unprepared to manage the situation. Too many things are happening at once. I’ve just agreed to watch Miss Meechum show me her hacking talents, and I’m still worried about the fact that Ingrid has my goolies in her pocketbook. Now the mystery woman who was supposed to stay in my past forever, but who I cannot get off my mind,