Page 115 of Titus

Cat: How’s it going? That was my event.

Titus: Unimpressive. If only you kept it.

I smiled, welcoming this distraction from the pain of knowing how much work I was missing out on these days. Jesus. I could’ve been there and seen him tonight.

Cat: Oh yeah?

Titus: Well, perhaps not. I’d have taken you away to my room on this yacht tonight. God. The things I would do to you.

He’s got to be drunk.

And yes, this man was becoming a serious issue in my life.

A small smile pulled at my mouth before I could stop it.

Cat: Have another bourbon. I have to get back to work.

Titus: I’ll be imagining you all night tonight, preciosa. Have a great rest of your day.

My chest tightened unexpectedly. How was I supposed to manage this rush of feelings? I swear to God, I even felt somewhat lightheaded.

I started typing back before movement near my office doorway drew my attention upward.

Fuck me. What the hell are you doing here? Talk about a buzz kill.

Christian Jameston leaned casually against the open doorway, wearing a charcoal suit that probably cost more than most people’s rent.

His eyes briefly dropped to the phone in my hand before returning to my face.

“You look happier these days,” he observed smoothly.

“You should really learn to stop showing up at women’s offices uninvited.”

There was no way in hell I was going to acknowledge this man’s observations about me or about anything in my life.

A faint smile tugged at his mouth before he stepped farther inside.

“Still defensive, I see.”

“No.” I leaned back calmly in my chair. “Just selective about who I enjoy seeing.”

Christian’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly before his gaze drifted briefly toward the nearly empty calendar on my laptop screen.

“You’ve stopped traveling recently,” he noted casually.

“It’s temporary.”

“Mm.”

What does this asshole want?

Christian moved farther into the office before slipping one hand into his pocket.

“That’s difficult in your industry.”

I held his gaze evenly. “You seem unusually interested in my career lately.”

“You built a strong reputation internationally.” His eyes dipped briefly toward my desk again. “It would be unfortunate to watch someone else take your place while you’re stuck here.”