are you wearing?” I lean back in my chair and cross my leg over my knee.
“ Are you seriously asking me that right now?”
“ I am.”
“ I'm at work. What do you think I'm wearing?”
“ Not one of those flashy, little tank tops, I assume. If you were, your clients would probably rather date you than whoever they were matched with.”
“ No. I'm not wearing a tank top.”
“ Then what are you wearing?”
She pauses, presumably looking down at her attire. “I'm wearing a black pencil dress with a white polka dot collar and sleeves.”
“ And what are you wearing beneath that?”
“ Wow! You have no shame, do you?”
“ None whatsoever.”
She's quiet for a moment. “Well, thanks for the chat. I've got to go.”
I'm surprised she's the one who wants to hang up first. With as insistent as she was on hearing my voice, I figured she would have wanted to talk all the way up until her client walked through the door.
“ Did I bore you already?” I tease.
“ No. I've just gotten everything I want from you for now,” she sounds oddly smug.
“ Did hearing my voice satisfy your curiosity?”
“ Something like that. Try not to get too worked up over thoughts of me as you go about your day.”
I chuckle. “Oh, you know I will.”
“ Goodbye, Colton.”
“ Not goodbye. Talk to you later.”
She hangs up the phone, and I wear a smile on my face for the remainder of the afternoon. I'm enjoying this way too much, these flirty exchanges that are full of so much resistance. I wonder what would happen if we ever ended up face to face, our identities revealed. She'd probably hate me. The fantasy would be over, and that would be the end of it. The thought makes me frown.
I was a pig when I went into her office to do the undercover investigation, purposely pushing her to her limits to see just how nasty she can get. When I reveal myself as the guy who bought out her company on Monday, I'm sure she'll feel the heat of her actions. She'll probably know what's coming.
When my workday is done, I sit at my desk and open her employee file, staring at it. My fondness for Ember is clouding my judgment of what's best for the company. Maybe the same thing happened to Freddie Montanez. My situation is different, though. I won't be the one who is in the office with her every day. I won't have to feel the loss of her presence. I'll just know that my management team did their job, and Full Hearts Matchmaking Service will be better off for it.
CHAPTER FIVE
EMBER
Full Hearts Matchmaking Service has all sorts of neat ways to find out information about a person. With Colton's cell number and a high tech phone directory database at my disposal, I have everything I need to unearth his true identity. If everything lines up between the pictures, the Facebook page, and his phone number, I'll know for certain that he's Colton Larsen, the gorgeous man who was sitting across from me only days ago.
I hold my breath as I type his number into the database. Even though I'm almost certain what will show up, there's still the tiniest thread of doubt. I'm not entirely sure if I want to be wrong or not. On one hand, it would just be bizarre if my new boss is essentially stalking me. On the other hand, it gives me leverage should he try to fire me. In truth, I'm not really sure what I feel about the whole situation. The guy who has been texting me has been flirty and fun but never rude. And if he is Colton Larsen...well, he's a remarkable man. The thought that someone so powerful and attractive is interested in me is intriguing and definitely an ego boost.
Blegh. Such a conundrum. Just push the damn button already.
Like a little kid, I cover my eyes with one hand and push the submit button with my index finger. I give the website a minute before I peek between my fingers to look at the result.
Phone Number Identified.
Owner: Colton Larsen
Well, that's that then . My chest tightens, though I don't
“ Are you seriously asking me that right now?”
“ I am.”
“ I'm at work. What do you think I'm wearing?”
“ Not one of those flashy, little tank tops, I assume. If you were, your clients would probably rather date you than whoever they were matched with.”
“ No. I'm not wearing a tank top.”
“ Then what are you wearing?”
She pauses, presumably looking down at her attire. “I'm wearing a black pencil dress with a white polka dot collar and sleeves.”
“ And what are you wearing beneath that?”
“ Wow! You have no shame, do you?”
“ None whatsoever.”
She's quiet for a moment. “Well, thanks for the chat. I've got to go.”
I'm surprised she's the one who wants to hang up first. With as insistent as she was on hearing my voice, I figured she would have wanted to talk all the way up until her client walked through the door.
“ Did I bore you already?” I tease.
“ No. I've just gotten everything I want from you for now,” she sounds oddly smug.
“ Did hearing my voice satisfy your curiosity?”
“ Something like that. Try not to get too worked up over thoughts of me as you go about your day.”
I chuckle. “Oh, you know I will.”
“ Goodbye, Colton.”
“ Not goodbye. Talk to you later.”
She hangs up the phone, and I wear a smile on my face for the remainder of the afternoon. I'm enjoying this way too much, these flirty exchanges that are full of so much resistance. I wonder what would happen if we ever ended up face to face, our identities revealed. She'd probably hate me. The fantasy would be over, and that would be the end of it. The thought makes me frown.
I was a pig when I went into her office to do the undercover investigation, purposely pushing her to her limits to see just how nasty she can get. When I reveal myself as the guy who bought out her company on Monday, I'm sure she'll feel the heat of her actions. She'll probably know what's coming.
When my workday is done, I sit at my desk and open her employee file, staring at it. My fondness for Ember is clouding my judgment of what's best for the company. Maybe the same thing happened to Freddie Montanez. My situation is different, though. I won't be the one who is in the office with her every day. I won't have to feel the loss of her presence. I'll just know that my management team did their job, and Full Hearts Matchmaking Service will be better off for it.
CHAPTER FIVE
EMBER
Full Hearts Matchmaking Service has all sorts of neat ways to find out information about a person. With Colton's cell number and a high tech phone directory database at my disposal, I have everything I need to unearth his true identity. If everything lines up between the pictures, the Facebook page, and his phone number, I'll know for certain that he's Colton Larsen, the gorgeous man who was sitting across from me only days ago.
I hold my breath as I type his number into the database. Even though I'm almost certain what will show up, there's still the tiniest thread of doubt. I'm not entirely sure if I want to be wrong or not. On one hand, it would just be bizarre if my new boss is essentially stalking me. On the other hand, it gives me leverage should he try to fire me. In truth, I'm not really sure what I feel about the whole situation. The guy who has been texting me has been flirty and fun but never rude. And if he is Colton Larsen...well, he's a remarkable man. The thought that someone so powerful and attractive is interested in me is intriguing and definitely an ego boost.
Blegh. Such a conundrum. Just push the damn button already.
Like a little kid, I cover my eyes with one hand and push the submit button with my index finger. I give the website a minute before I peek between my fingers to look at the result.
Phone Number Identified.
Owner: Colton Larsen
Well, that's that then . My chest tightens, though I don't
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