him. It was a promising revelation. "Do you know when you'll make a decision about the position?"
"I was supposed to meet with a couple of girls from downstairs tomorrow, but between you and me"--she whispered behind her hand--"I've never cared for either of them." Janet gave me a wink. "Not to mention, I just love that little friend of yours, Bridget. She's about the cutest thing I've ever seen. Had nothing but great things to say about you. You should expect to hear from me by tomorrow afternoon. I'm sure Gregory, the real Gregory, will want a chance to chat with you before making it final." She laughed. At least she thought the situation was funny. I was not amused. "I bet you're starving, so I won't keep you any longer. We should be able to get you started by the end of the week."
"Thank you so much, Janet. I look forward to hearing from you." I smiled. I needed to get out of there before that door opened if I was going to have any prayer of getting out of dinner with Greyston Michaels.
We shook hands and I slipped out of her office. Two pairs of legs were visible at the bottom of Gregory's office wall where the glass was clear. I turned and took a step just as the door opened. Shit. I squeezed my eyes shut.
"Ms. Winston, can I walk you out?" Damn, his voice was sexy.
"That's not necessary. I can see myself out, but thank you," I replied, turning but trying to avoid looking directly into those gorgeous eyes again.
"Please, I insist." He moved closer and put his hand out. "I suppose we haven't been properly introduced. Greyston Michaels, at your service."
There was a hint of promise in that last statement.
Despite myself, I laughed at his feigned formality. I was still pissed. At least I should have still been pissed at him for fooling me.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Michaels. I really do need to get going," I replied, taking his hand.
The contact sent a tingle up my arm. I pulled my hand away and gripped my portfolio, moving it in front of me. As if on cue my stomach growled loudly. The corner of his mouth turned up as his gaze drifted down to the source of the noise. Why did I look at his lips? My stomach tightened again, definitely not due to hunger, at least not for food.
"Please, call me Grey. All my friends do." He looked back up. "Let me take you to lunch."
"I can't. I have plans."
It was true, I was supposed to meet with the girls back at Homewrecker Incorporated to debrief. Not to mention I felt the need to make him pay for his little identity switching stunt and regain my control over the situation.
"So, Grey, do you always lie to your friends about who you are?"
There was no point in small talk.
"When did I lie?" he asked as we rounded the corner, a cocky grin smeared over his delicious face.
"When we first met, you knew I thought you were your brother. Then when Janet called you Gregory, you didn't say otherwise before you took me into
your
office," I said, lowering my voice when I caught sight of the starstruck receptionist watching us curiously.
"I believe you called me Mr. Michaels when we met. That is, in fact, my name, isn't it?" he said with one eyebrow cocked. "And you said you were here to interview to be my new assistant. I will be needing a new assistant now that I'm home."
"But no one knew you were even coming, so you knew I wasn't here for you," I whispered over my shoulder, pressing the button for the elevator repeatedly as if that would somehow force it to arrive sooner. "You lied by omission."
"Exactly. You weren't here for me, but I wasn't ready to let you go and telling you would have meant doing exactly that. Besides, I think I'm the one who should be upset here. Janet has known me my whole life, and she can't tell me from my brother? And you? The woman of my dreams steps out of a cab right in front of me my first day home, and she's only interested in me when she thinks I'm my very married brother."
He moved closer. The heat of his body warmed my back even though we were
"I was supposed to meet with a couple of girls from downstairs tomorrow, but between you and me"--she whispered behind her hand--"I've never cared for either of them." Janet gave me a wink. "Not to mention, I just love that little friend of yours, Bridget. She's about the cutest thing I've ever seen. Had nothing but great things to say about you. You should expect to hear from me by tomorrow afternoon. I'm sure Gregory, the real Gregory, will want a chance to chat with you before making it final." She laughed. At least she thought the situation was funny. I was not amused. "I bet you're starving, so I won't keep you any longer. We should be able to get you started by the end of the week."
"Thank you so much, Janet. I look forward to hearing from you." I smiled. I needed to get out of there before that door opened if I was going to have any prayer of getting out of dinner with Greyston Michaels.
We shook hands and I slipped out of her office. Two pairs of legs were visible at the bottom of Gregory's office wall where the glass was clear. I turned and took a step just as the door opened. Shit. I squeezed my eyes shut.
"Ms. Winston, can I walk you out?" Damn, his voice was sexy.
"That's not necessary. I can see myself out, but thank you," I replied, turning but trying to avoid looking directly into those gorgeous eyes again.
"Please, I insist." He moved closer and put his hand out. "I suppose we haven't been properly introduced. Greyston Michaels, at your service."
There was a hint of promise in that last statement.
Despite myself, I laughed at his feigned formality. I was still pissed. At least I should have still been pissed at him for fooling me.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Michaels. I really do need to get going," I replied, taking his hand.
The contact sent a tingle up my arm. I pulled my hand away and gripped my portfolio, moving it in front of me. As if on cue my stomach growled loudly. The corner of his mouth turned up as his gaze drifted down to the source of the noise. Why did I look at his lips? My stomach tightened again, definitely not due to hunger, at least not for food.
"Please, call me Grey. All my friends do." He looked back up. "Let me take you to lunch."
"I can't. I have plans."
It was true, I was supposed to meet with the girls back at Homewrecker Incorporated to debrief. Not to mention I felt the need to make him pay for his little identity switching stunt and regain my control over the situation.
"So, Grey, do you always lie to your friends about who you are?"
There was no point in small talk.
"When did I lie?" he asked as we rounded the corner, a cocky grin smeared over his delicious face.
"When we first met, you knew I thought you were your brother. Then when Janet called you Gregory, you didn't say otherwise before you took me into
your
office," I said, lowering my voice when I caught sight of the starstruck receptionist watching us curiously.
"I believe you called me Mr. Michaels when we met. That is, in fact, my name, isn't it?" he said with one eyebrow cocked. "And you said you were here to interview to be my new assistant. I will be needing a new assistant now that I'm home."
"But no one knew you were even coming, so you knew I wasn't here for you," I whispered over my shoulder, pressing the button for the elevator repeatedly as if that would somehow force it to arrive sooner. "You lied by omission."
"Exactly. You weren't here for me, but I wasn't ready to let you go and telling you would have meant doing exactly that. Besides, I think I'm the one who should be upset here. Janet has known me my whole life, and she can't tell me from my brother? And you? The woman of my dreams steps out of a cab right in front of me my first day home, and she's only interested in me when she thinks I'm my very married brother."
He moved closer. The heat of his body warmed my back even though we were
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