“Was it okay?” I ask.
“It was.” His eyes hold mine. “It was very good.”
“Are we just going to submit it now as if it has come to her as news?” Tristan asks.
Jameson’s eyes stay fixed on mine. “Yes, I think so.”
My eyes flick between the two men. “Okay. I’ll submit it and let you know what happens.”
Jameson’s eyes hold mine. “I have something I need you to add with it. It’s on my computer. Come with me, and I’ll get it now.”
My nerves tingle. “Okay,” I reply as I stand.
Jameson holds his hand out. “Ladies first.”
I turn to Tristan. “Thank you. See you later.”
Tristan smiles broadly. “Goodbye. Have a nice afternoon.”
I walk to Jameson’s office, and I can feel the heat of his stare on my behind.
Just play it cool . . . no flirting . . . no touching. Just play it cool.
I am here to
