Page 9 of The Hang Up
Holly snort-laughed and nearly knocked over her glass of ice water. “God, what are the odds? Seriously—the hot naked guy in your bathroom turns out to be the new CEO for one of our biggest clients.”
“Definitely a crazy coincidence. Also, I totally lied. The look on his face in that meeting was way different from the look he had when he caught me staring at his junk.”
“I can only imagine.”
Miriam’s brain took a detour down Pervert Lane at the memory of all that glorious man-flesh on display in her bathroom. Jason Sanders looked like he’d been digitally enhanced in all the right places.
Some places more than others.
She found herself grinning at the memory, both of the meeting and the encounter in the bathroom. “It was great to see him stand up to those stuffed shirts on day one. I knew before today’s meeting that the guy had huge balls,” she mused. “It was nice to see him prove it in front of everyone.”
“Thank you.”
Both women jumped at the sound of a male voice. Miriam turned to see Jason standing in the doorway, wearing a snug T-shirt, a pair of running shorts, and a smug smile.
Heat filled Miriam’s cheeks as Holly gaped at him. “Tell me you didn’t just hear that,” Miriam said as Jason continued to grin from the doorway.
“No can do.” He unfolded his arms to reveal a chiseled chest that made Miriam want to rake her fingernails down his torso. As though reading her thoughts, he grinned wider and strode into the conference room. “But thanks, by the way.”
“No problem,” Miriam muttered, shaking her head. “How did you get in here, anyway?”
“My fault,” Holly said, finding her voice at last.“I left the door unlocked because Ben’s coming to take me to dinner. Actually, that’s probably him now.” She glanced down at her phone, then got the same goofy, love-struck grin she’d had from the first day she’d met her new husband. She looked at Jason and grimaced. “Sorry about that. I swear we’re usually very professional with our clients.”
“It’s after hours.” Jason eased himself into a chair beside Miriam, and his knee bumped hers under the table, making her shiver. “You don’t have to be professional with me.”
Miriam felt a surge of desire to be anything but professional with him, but she settled for giving him an apologetic nod. “Even so, I’m sorry for my remarks. I don’t ordinarily comment on our clients’ anatomy.”
“I’m going to assume you’re not ordinarily this familiar with your clients’ anatomy,” he pointed out. “It’s understandable under the circumstances. Also a little flattering.”
Still a little red-faced, Holly grabbed her laptop and shoved it in her bag. “I have to run,” she said, squeezing Miriam’s shoulder as she stood up. “Want me to lock up on my way out?”
“Yeah, thanks. Have a good date night!”
“Thank you.” Holly beamed. “I’m going to ask Ben to hit the drugstore for a you-know-what test on the way to dinner.”
“Because nothing says romance like peeing on a stick?”
She laughed. “Exactly. Have a good night!”
Holly disappeared down the hall, which left Miriam alone with the tall, handsome, not-so-homeless guy who’d been naked in her house just a few days ago.
She turned back to Jason, surprised to realize she felt nervous around him all of a sudden. “So.” She folded her hands on the table. “You’re the new CEO of Urban Trax.”
“It appears that way.” He reached for the candy dish, picked up an orange gummy, and frowned at it. “Is this a penis?”
“Technically, it’s the whole anatomy—cock and balls, to be precise.”
“For a woman who just told me she’s not ordinarily focused on clients’ anatomy, this seems like an odd choice in snacks for your boardroom.”
“I said I didn’t comment on the clients’ anatomy—not that I wasn’t focused on it.”
He grinned like he’d just gotten her to admit something she hadn’t meant to, and Miriam wondered why she seemed so hell-bent on putting her foot in her mouth around this guy.
“Anyway, the gummy dongs are from a client who specializes in food shaped like genitals,” she explained as she tucked a wayward curl behind one ear. “Pasta, chewing gum, lollipops, even ice cube trays.”
“Huh.” He shoved one in his mouth and chewed without apparent hesitation. There was something oddly sexy about a man confident enough in his masculinity not to go all homophobic about a bowl full of gummy dicks, and the thought turned her on.
Then again, this guy could wear lederhosen and recite excerpts from her iPhone user manual and she’d be turned on.
