Forced to choose between the love of her life and the chance of a lifetime, Jessie Carter discovers true friends are life's greatest pleasure.
Callan had the physique of a tennis player with cute dimples and looked slightly younger than Torrey. Too bad the impromptu meeting was ending. Watching the men chat for the rest of the afternoon would have been delightfully arousing.
Torrey thrust his hands from inside the coat sleeves and shuffled the sketches, gathered them in a pile, and handed them to Jessie. "Need a ride?"
"Um—" The offer caught her completely off guard.
"Where you living?"
She laughed. "I'm sorry. I'm in town staying at the Allendale."
Torrey hooked his thumb to his right. "This is Callan." He reached in his pocket, grabbed a ring of keys and tossed them to his assistant. "Give her a ride."
Torrey turned to Callan. "Thanks for your help." He ruffled Callan’s hair and kissed him on the cheek. "Next time I say latte, I mean latte." Torrey hurried to the door.
"I know what you mean," said Callan straightening the folders on his desk, "and I know what you need."
Torrey rolled his eyes and huffed, "Can't decide if I should thank you or spank you."
The comment incited a swirl of arousal within Jessie. What a pleasant sight that would be.
He opened the door, took one step out, and turned back to Jessie with a nod and a smile. "Nice concepts, by the way."
He disappeared and with a soft click, the door closed.
Jessie absent-mindedly thumbed through the sketches. The supply of adrenaline that had pumped furiously through her arms and legs was drained like an Olympic sprinter finishing fourth, one step away from a medal and no reward for grueling training done in obscurity. Stuffing things back in her handbag was a slow process. The consolation after the intense struggle was the two-second compliment she received, an achievement considering the source.
Unfortunately, she should have snapped a picture of the meeting to show her friends. "And here's Veve's representative – and there's me." Silly. Although it would have been evidence to show the doubting Raymond that she had been taken seriously as a designer, even if only for a brief part of the afternoon.
"Okay, all ready?" Callan radiated cheeriness. His arms were slightly thicker than she had noticed. He wiped his hand across his forehead, brushing aside brownish-blond hair and revealing deep, blue eyes. She was in good hands. Ones with taut, muscular arms.
"Yes, thank you." Her sketches were safely inside her handbag and she slung it over her shoulder.
"Oh, hey, a bottle of water?" Behind Torrey's desk was a squat refrigerator less than three feet high.
Well, how about that. "Uh, sure," she said.
Callan opened the miniature brown door, grabbed a bottle, and handed it to Jessie who opened it, took a sip, sealed it back, and dropped it in her handbag. She followed him across the room and like a gentleman he held the door open for her and turned off the lights, leaving the office shrouded in darkness. Disappointment settled in Jessie, like a baseball player getting a call to the Big Leagues and then finding out it was a mistake. Yet it was a visit to remember and cherish, just like the kiss she had witnessed.
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