Page 42 of The Game
Now, I regret my suggestions, as he takes my strategy but expects us to work on it together.
This really shouldn’t be a problem.
I’m already doing this with several other players, but he’s not just any hockey player, and he knows it.
Whenever I make an argument that creates some distance between us, it’s like he’s prepared for that and responds with insightful, strong, and professional arguments to defend his case.
I went into this meeting prepared to set some boundaries between us on my terms, and once again, he out-smarted me, which irks me.
“You’re impossible, you know that?” I say, making him smile wide as he leans back in his chair.
He has been professional in every way—no flirty comments or lingering looks—but now, as our meeting nears an hour and the end, I see his interest shining through again.
“I’ve been called worse.” He shrugs and gazes into my eyes.
I need to finish this quickly.
The room feels smaller every second, and his scent is overwhelming my senses.
I stand up and gather my things.
“Well, thank you, Mr. McGregor, for the meeting. I’ll be in touch to schedule our next meeting, where we can go over my suggestions for your profiles’ specific content, and you can decide what stays and what goes.”
As I head for the door, he reaches it first and blocks me with his outstretched arm, trapping me.
He gently takes my hand, giving it a firm handshake before running his thumb over the top. He leans closer into my space, and I hate my stupid hormones for making me feel feverish from such a simple movement.
Alexander doesn’t miss anything, and the first time he boxed me in, he definitely caught how aroused he made me feel. When I think he’ll lean down to kiss me, he gives me a small smile, says
“I’m looking forward to it,” then backs off and waltzes out of the room.
Once again, leaving me breathless and feeling like I lost another one of our battles.
I lean into the wall behind me, my face in my hands. I was doing so well, and then he had to come all up in my personal space, sending my feelings into high gear.
Part of me thinks that Samantha is right.
This man will go out of his way to make me feel wild about him.
He’s well on his way to doing just that.
Chapter 11
Alexander
As I leave the PR department, I feel my smug smile spread across my face.
When I arrived at the meeting, I knew Sarah would bring her A-game, meaning she would elevate her professional efforts to another level.
Her power suit and slicked-back hair confirmed my expectations.
She was as breathtaking as ever.
What she probably didn’t expect was me meeting her at her level.
Her expression when she realized we actually matched each other in our black suits and slicked-back hair—priceless.
It reaffirmed once more that our connection is something explosive.
