she knew over the evil she didn’t any day.
“What’s the matter, nervous?” Milo spoke softly, using one of his folders to shield his lips as Mya sank down next to him.
“No, I am just fine. How in hell do you have boards for your presentation when this is supposed to be spur of the moment? I thought they just wanted to hear our ideas.” Mya sat back in her chair with a huff. She wasn’t sure how to talk to Milo anymore after his sudden confession of lust. What if she confessed she wanted to tear his clothes off with her teeth and then found out it was all his idea of a joke? She’d be forced to murder her best friend . It was better to wait and see how things played out. If Milo was just trying to throw her off her game, she’d know soon enough.
“You’re really going to pretend the last hour didn’t happen?” Milo sighed when she averted her eyes. Andre and his partner were still deep in discussion and James hadn’t moved to start the meeting yet.
Milo shifted in the chair next to her and his leg brushed against hers. “You know there’s no shame in being nervous. Anybody would be.”
“You’re not.” Mya scowled when Milo sat back in his chair, a wry smile on his lips.
“Well this is my kind of job. Hell, I own half the man’s spring collection already.” Milo absently stroked his tie a few times then tucked it back inside his jacket.
“And this isn’t my scene, right? After all, I couldn’t even pronounce his name. If you think I’m such a hick why should I believe you’ve been secretly pining for me? You must really want this account.”
“You really think I’d make that up? To insinuate that I need to cheat to win is just insulting. Besides you would have known how I felt if you weren’t so stubborn. Did you really think I didn’t have anything else to do on Fridays besides sit on your couch and drink beer? I hoped we’d finally—”
“Okay, let’s get started. Milo, you’re up first.” James spoke in a hush behind them. He crossed to the far side of the room and dimmed the lights slightly before he returned to stand at the head of the table to address the group. “Milton Hamilton III will present first, followed by Mya Taylor. Milo just finished a top-notch campaign for Indigo Jewelers and Mya was the brains behind the sexy new ads for Peek-a-Boo lingerie. They’re our top two designers.” James motioned for Milo to take the floor.
Mya rolled her eyes as he stood fluidly and strode to the front of the room. Maybe she didn’t wear three thousand dollar suits to work but she wasn’t a complete disaster. She dressed well and attended the theater. She read whatever was on Oprah’s book list and kept up with current events. In over her head indeed.
Milo reached below the table and pulled out the built-in stand used to hold storyboards and placards. His first board featured several men in dress shirts, some open at the neck and untucked, others more formal.
“Mr. Lavin, members of the board. My vision of your company is an ad campaign designed for what I call “the every man”, the man who is both businessman and party animal, who works hard and plays even harder. This is a man who wants it all, luxury, power and class.” Milo looked completely at ease in front of the group, not even a small tremor of his hands to betray any nerves.
She leaned forward and rested against her forearm, posing as if absorbed in the presentation. She tugged slightly on the edges of her blouse and leaned over to display the top of her breasts. She was rewarded when Milo stopped mid-sentence and swallowed several times before he yanked his eyes back to his notes. He wouldn’t look at her after that.
Mya raised her hand and waved it eagerly. He couldn’t ignore her, not in front of a potential client and their boss.
“Yes, Mya.” His voice was tight as he turned to her with a blank look on his face.
“I would love to hear more about these beautiful visuals you’ve brought with you. Especially your
“What’s the matter, nervous?” Milo spoke softly, using one of his folders to shield his lips as Mya sank down next to him.
“No, I am just fine. How in hell do you have boards for your presentation when this is supposed to be spur of the moment? I thought they just wanted to hear our ideas.” Mya sat back in her chair with a huff. She wasn’t sure how to talk to Milo anymore after his sudden confession of lust. What if she confessed she wanted to tear his clothes off with her teeth and then found out it was all his idea of a joke? She’d be forced to murder her best friend . It was better to wait and see how things played out. If Milo was just trying to throw her off her game, she’d know soon enough.
“You’re really going to pretend the last hour didn’t happen?” Milo sighed when she averted her eyes. Andre and his partner were still deep in discussion and James hadn’t moved to start the meeting yet.
Milo shifted in the chair next to her and his leg brushed against hers. “You know there’s no shame in being nervous. Anybody would be.”
“You’re not.” Mya scowled when Milo sat back in his chair, a wry smile on his lips.
“Well this is my kind of job. Hell, I own half the man’s spring collection already.” Milo absently stroked his tie a few times then tucked it back inside his jacket.
“And this isn’t my scene, right? After all, I couldn’t even pronounce his name. If you think I’m such a hick why should I believe you’ve been secretly pining for me? You must really want this account.”
“You really think I’d make that up? To insinuate that I need to cheat to win is just insulting. Besides you would have known how I felt if you weren’t so stubborn. Did you really think I didn’t have anything else to do on Fridays besides sit on your couch and drink beer? I hoped we’d finally—”
“Okay, let’s get started. Milo, you’re up first.” James spoke in a hush behind them. He crossed to the far side of the room and dimmed the lights slightly before he returned to stand at the head of the table to address the group. “Milton Hamilton III will present first, followed by Mya Taylor. Milo just finished a top-notch campaign for Indigo Jewelers and Mya was the brains behind the sexy new ads for Peek-a-Boo lingerie. They’re our top two designers.” James motioned for Milo to take the floor.
Mya rolled her eyes as he stood fluidly and strode to the front of the room. Maybe she didn’t wear three thousand dollar suits to work but she wasn’t a complete disaster. She dressed well and attended the theater. She read whatever was on Oprah’s book list and kept up with current events. In over her head indeed.
Milo reached below the table and pulled out the built-in stand used to hold storyboards and placards. His first board featured several men in dress shirts, some open at the neck and untucked, others more formal.
“Mr. Lavin, members of the board. My vision of your company is an ad campaign designed for what I call “the every man”, the man who is both businessman and party animal, who works hard and plays even harder. This is a man who wants it all, luxury, power and class.” Milo looked completely at ease in front of the group, not even a small tremor of his hands to betray any nerves.
She leaned forward and rested against her forearm, posing as if absorbed in the presentation. She tugged slightly on the edges of her blouse and leaned over to display the top of her breasts. She was rewarded when Milo stopped mid-sentence and swallowed several times before he yanked his eyes back to his notes. He wouldn’t look at her after that.
Mya raised her hand and waved it eagerly. He couldn’t ignore her, not in front of a potential client and their boss.
“Yes, Mya.” His voice was tight as he turned to her with a blank look on his face.
“I would love to hear more about these beautiful visuals you’ve brought with you. Especially your
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