Page 87 of No Match Found
She didn’t notice. Her eyes were on Grant.
Not just on him. All over him.
Hot possessiveness flashed through me, burning me from the inside out as the doors opened.
Grant let both of us go in ahead of him.
“Thank you,” the woman said with a distinctly come-hither lilt.
I pressed the button for Matchify’s floor, then jabbed the number for the woman’s offices.
“Thanks,” she said absently, her eyes still on Grant like an animal considering how to best approach unexpected prey. “Are you new here?”
Whatever had been left of my beautiful box of calm breath, this woman was stomping all over it. If I had to guess, she was about to offer to show Grant around next.
“Not exactly.” Grant took his place in the elevator near me. “I’ve been working with Vivian.” He squared me with his gaze, his sustained focus making his innocuous reply take on a hint of implicit meaning.
I forced myself to meet his eye.
“Oh,” the woman replied, shaken but not deterred. “Well,I’venever met you before, so, welcome.”
“Thank you.” Grant’s eyes never wavered from mine. He could’ve attacked me with his lips, and it wouldn’t have felt like as much PDA as the way he was looking at me. I wanted to smack him and kiss him simultaneously.
It flooded me with relief. Those eyes still wanted me.
The elevator stopped, and the doors opened.
The woman hesitated a fraction of a second, like she was giving one last blow to the embers of a hope to be noticed by Grant.
“See you later,” she said.
“See you later,” Grant replied without looking at her.
She pursed her lips and left.
The doors shut again, leaving Grant and me alone.
“Did you sleep well?” Grant asked.
“Like a baby,” I said. By which I meant I’d woken almost hourly, usually from some semi-hallucinatory episode of dozing in which Grant was still at my apartment. “You?”
The elevator slowed.
“It took me a while to get to sleep.” His gaze dropped to my lips for a fraction of a second. “I had a lot on my mind.”
It was just a glance, but I could almost feel his hand on my waist again, his fingertips on the skin beneath my shirt.
He smiled knowingly, like we were sharing the same thought.
A mechanical sound brought our heads around, and I realized the doors had opened and were closing again.
I smashed thedoor openbutton and noted Jenna, Katie, and Brooke all staring at us.
Suspecting the skin on my face matched my hair color, I stepped out of the elevator. “Good morning.”
Katie’s gaze flicked to Grant, then back to me. “Can I talk to you for a minute, Vivian?”
“Of course,” I said calmly.
