There’s a split-second pause as his words take effect, then excited chatter erupts around the table. Phil looks pleased with himself, a grin spreading from ear to ear as the overhead light shines on his bald head, illuminating it like a bulb. I wonder if he applies lotion to it, to make it shine like that.
“I thought he was going to tell us he was changing the coffee brand in the kitchen. This is actually big news.” Lydia grins at me, her eyes bright.
I remove my gaze from Phil’s head. “Yeah, I’ll say. This is incredible, Lyds.”
White Fire has been the most anticipated book series release since… I don’t even know when. It’s a children’s series based around a magic, alternate world, and time travel. I never imagined our company getting the contract. Sure, we’re good and have talented designers. But we are small compared to some London giants. This is a huge deal.
Phil claps his hands to get everyone’s attention. “Now, I know you’re all very excited. This is an enormous project, and it will involve you all. The reason for this meeting is to announce the news to you, and to introduce you to the company we will work closely alongside.” He looks over towards the door as it opens. “So, I’m very pleased to introduce you to some of the team from King Publishing.” He holds up an arm like an assistant on a gameshow giving the ‘ta-dah!’ moment, as a woman and two men enter the room.
She’s smiling, and first impressions tell me she will be approachable. The first guy looks nice enough too, giving a small wave as he comes in. But it’s the last man that catches my attention. My body seems to know what’s happening before my mind has a chance to catch up, judging by the way all the small hairs on the back of my neck have stood up.
My eyes lock on him as he walks in and stands with the other two at the front of the room. He’s cool and unhurried, in his designer wool suit. He smiles and nods an acknowledgement to each person around the room. His dark hair with a touch of silver, catches the light as his deep grey eyes land on me. If he’s surprised, then he doesn’t show it. He holds my gaze and lifts a hand to his chin, rubbing his thumb across his lower lip as though deep in thought. The action only makes my eyes drop to his mouth and I swallow as I cross my legs and press my thighs together, willing the pulsing between them to stop.
“Who’s the fox?” Lydia whispers behind her hand.
I stare back into those eyes as Phil goes through the introductions. It seems the fox at the front of the room—still staring at me intently, his grey eyes burning into my skin—is Jaxon King, head of King Publishing.
Well, knock me over with a feather.
The man who, one month ago, gave me the best mind-blowing sex of my life.
All. Night. Long.
Jaxon King… who’s still watching me with those gorgeous stormy eyes.
The man who, the next morning, promised to call during the week to take me for dinner, telling me he had never had a night like ours in his entire life.
Still staring… and, God, his lips are as delicious as I remember.
Also, the man who never called.
Ever.
He is still sex on legs, though.
Pig.
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