Page 15 of Taking the Pitch
I turn the corner and look ahead through the throngs of people ahead of me, but I don’t see the tiny blonde and her hairy sidekick. A small wave of disappointment rolls over me and I give myself a shake.
Get it together Davis. She doesn’t even like you.
I chuckle to myself; wouldn’t that be a hilarious coincidence though? Well, I would think it’s hilarious. Her, not so much. I reach the intersection and wait for the little crossing guy to make his appearance before I cross. Once I’m safely across the street, I dig my phone out and see a text from Charlie waiting for me.
Charlie
Well, how did it go? Do you think this program will be a good fit for you and your foundation?
Me
I do. I think it’s a brilliant idea. There’s only one problem.
Charlie
What’s that? Tell me how I can help.
I snort. I don’t think there’s any helping the hate Amelia has for me. I tell Charlie just as much.
Me
I don’t think you can fix this, Charlie. It seems Miss Morgan has taken a disliking to me.
Dislike is an understatement.
Charlie
Oh, Um. I’ll talk to her. She’s been under a lot of stress lately. I promise, it’s probably not you.
I can guarantee it’s me.
Me
Don’t stress it, Charlie. I can deal with Amelia’s attitude. And I’m absolutely all in with the program, so let’s get that reporter booked for next week.
Charlie
You’re a Godsend Judd. This will take a huge stress off of Amelia’s shoulders. She’ll be in better spirits next week. You’ll see.
I doubt that, but I decide to let Charlie believe it will. Pocketing my phone after confirming a few more details with Charlie about the interview next week, I enter my building and look up. That feeling I was talking about earlier? Yeah, it’s back and confirmed.
Standing right in front of the doors I just walked through is none other than Amelia Morgan, and she does not look happy to see me.
CHAPTER FIVE
amelia
“You have gotto be fucking kidding me,” I growl when I see the infuriatingly hot baseball player I thought about the entire walk home saunter through the doors of my building like he owns the place. “Seriously? Are you stalking me? Do I need to call the police?”
Judd’s lips tip up into a smile. “As much as I enjoy handcuffs, I prefer to be the one using them.”
I stare at him, not only because I’m shocked that came out of his mouth, but because I’m surprised at the way my body perked up at the suggestion.
I open my mouth to tell him off when Marty, my doorman, comes over from the desk.
“Miss Morgan, Mr. Davis, is there a problem?”
“Marty I–.”
