Page 44 of Chandelier Enthralled
“At Cole Tower?”
“Pulse360. When you saw me yesterday, I was heading out for the interview.”
Greyson glared at me, his brow taut and his eyes filled with concern.
I ignored his reaction. “I start today.”
He glanced toward the door. “Does your brother know?”
“Yes.”
“How did he react?”
“Like you, actually.”
That seemed to placate him. “Aren’t there other news stations that might be a better fit?”
I frowned at him. “What’s going on over there that I need to know about?”
“Nothing good.”
I suppressed my frustration. “Can I help you make the coffee?”
He frowned as he realized he’d forgotten to turn on the coffee maker. Annoyed, he flipped on the switch and then leaned back against the counter.
“I can bring your drinks into the office if you like.”
Greyson shot me a look. “Isn’t that above you?”
God, he was impossible to ignore, and ridiculously cute in an artsy, effortlessly charming way.
“I’m sorry.” He went to move away. “I’ve made you uncomfortable.”
“I’m just trying to figure you out.” I leaned in a bit, squinting like I was solving a puzzle. “Are you a narcissist or justintoyourself?”
“I’ve got a lot on my mind.” Greyson flinched. “Don’t think I’m a narc. Why?”
“According to my brother, I’m an echoist and deeply attracted to narcs.”
He stood up straighter, realizing I’d just admitted that I found him attractive. His brows lifted as his eyes sparkled with a mix of surprise and delight.
“Not that I find you in any way attractive,” I blurted out, embarrassed by my confession.
His lips curled into a smile.
I stepped back. “Don’t twist my words.”
He rested his hands on the counter, fingers elegant, his strong forearms flexing just enough to catch my attention. “I’m not in the mood to play roulette with my friend’s sister.”
“Roulette?”
“Roulette can be thrilling, but I prefer games where I never lose.”
“What kind of games?” I jested. “Thosekinds of games?”
He bit his lip. “Being with me isn’t a game—it’s an experience. One where control, desire, and pleasure collide. You’re far too young to understand what that means.”
My cheeks burned. “What do you do for a living?”
