Laura ran up to
her room to get her coat with the promise of meeting Kamari at the ice skating
rink in ten minutes. As she waited for the elevator to climb to the executive
suites, Laura wondered if Kamari’s rooms were also on the same floor.
She refused to think about the
small, very slight, flip her stomach did and resolutely ignored it. Because
this was all business. And since when was she interested in him? All right,
that was the wrong question.
It wasn’t a matter of being
interested or finding him attractive or even of wanting to know him better. She
did find him attractive—she had eyes attached to her brain, after all, and
Tyler Kamari was a very handsome man with a brilliant mind. It was a matter of
not doing any of the above because it was a supremely bad idea. Period. End of
story.
Quickly keying her door open, Laura
grabbed her heavy black wool coat with a black faux fur trim. She double
checked that her gloves were still in the pockets before leaving. Part of her
wanted to take more time, to manufacture an excuse to leave Kamari waiting. Not
out of some warped sense of letting the man wait, but because she had
inexplicable butterflies in her stomach.
Which was ridiculous, of course,
because their relationship was strictly business. No matter how attractive she
found him, theirs wasn’t that sort of relationship. She didn’t need messy in
her life. She liked the orderly path she’d laid out for herself.
And if she wanted a date…well… Laura
frowned as the elevator doors closed behind her and began their descent to the
lobby. She stared at herself in the shiny doors. Best not to think about dates.
Or lack thereof.
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