Oh my God.
He stands and walks around to my side of the desk and holds his hand out to shake mine.
“Elias Miles.”
It’s him, the layover guy who never asked for my number.
I stare at him as my brain completely misfires.
I can’t believe this. He’s the f*****g CEO?
“Chloe Bennett, tell Mr. Miles all about yourself,” Lindsey says, as if to prompt me to speak.
“Oh.”
I catch myself and shake his hand.
“I’m Chloe Bennett .”
His hand is strong and warm, and I’m instantly reminded how it felt on my skin.
I pull my hand out of his grip as if he’s given me an electric shock.
His mischievous eyes hold mine, and he keeps his face straight.
“Welcome to Miles Media,” he says calmly.
“Thanks,” I croak.
I look over at Lindsey.
Oh God, does she know I’m a dirty-talking w***e bag who f****d
