Page 28 of Chandelier Enthralled
“Low-level,” he added, surprised at her interest.
She gave him a thin smile. “The room is mine, Joe.”
“You want her to stay?”
“I want her to stay.” She gestured towards the door.
Joe took the hint, glancing at me with a puzzled expression as he left the room.
He’d forgotten to introduce us.
But I was supposed to know who she was—that was obvious.
Striking features proved her years of experience had not affected her flawless complexion. Every line and curve of her tailored business suit accentuated her tall figure, hinting at an unstoppable ambition.
She closed the door and then tapped a wall panel that smoked the glass wall. She strolled away from me toward the head of the table, a subtle sway to her hips. Her sensuality was off the charts.
“Sit,” she demanded.
Quickly, I took my seat again.
Keeping that space between us was a power move.
“Welcome to Pulse360.” Her voice sounded smooth as silk, commanding attention with its authority.
“I’m thrilled to be here.”
“Have you come far?”
“I’m staying with…friends.”
“Where, exactly?”
“Beverly Hills.”
That seemed to pique her interest. Either way, I wanted to get this job on my own merits.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name?” My tone was polite.
“Yours is Willow Cole.”
“Please call me Willa.” I started to ask for her name again and then thought better of it.
She smiled. “I’m the decision maker.”
I hoped I hadn’t botched my chances already.
“Tell me, Willa,” she said smoothly, “why should I hire you?”
“I’m a graduate of Brown. I studied modern culture and media.”
She lifted the remote and turned off the screen. The logo replaced my resumé. “Tell me something I don’t know about you.”
“I was given an outstanding dissertation award for an article I wrote on women in politics.”
“It was competent.”
“You read it?”
