Page 55 of You Wish
“I’ll have my people reach out next week. While I am impressed by your foundation, I am more impressed with you,” Pierre said. But instead of taking Whitman’s hand, he took Georgia’s.
After Pierre walked off Mr. Whitman turned to Georgia. “I have to say I am more than impressed with what you’ve accomplished in just this short amount of time. Which is why I am delighted to offer you the new job as senior coordinator.”
“Thank you, Mr. Whitmore,” Georgia said, practically exploding with excitement over just how many wishes this would allow her to fulfill.
“Thank you,” Whitmore said, then turned to Jake. “You’d better lock this one down and fast.”
“Working on it,” Jake said.
Georgia waited until Pierre was gone, then spun around to face Jake. “What do you mean? ‘Working on it?’ There is nothing to work on.”
He just smiled that annoying smile. “Dance with me.”
“No, we’re still arguing.”
“Then let’s argue on the dance floor.”
“Why?”
“Because I’d like you in my arms while we flirt.”
“It’s not flirting. It’s a disagreement.”
“Do you remember how we used to settle disagreements?” His voice was smooth velvet.
“We’re not talking about that.”
“But now you’re thinking about it.”
Before she could snap back, he took her hand and led her to the center of the room. She looked around to see smartly dressed couples in intimate embraces, breathing in the same air. It was beautiful—and dangerous.
“Maybe we should skip that dance,” she said.
“Afraid?”
“Never.”
He pulled her to him until her body was pressed against his—all their yummy parts lining up. One massive hand rested on the lower slope of her back, just a finger’s length away from her butt. His other hand was holding hers with a gentle confidence that could a bring a woman to her knees.
A woman like you.
They swayed in silence for a moment as “White Christmas” played in the background, before he lowered his mouth to her ear, his lips grazing the outer shell. She shivered.
“Did I tell you how beautiful you look?”
“You were too busy looking at my toes.”
“What can I say? Petal Pink polish always does me in. But you knew that. Did you wear it for me, darlin’?”
“It just happened to be the only polish I had with me.”
They both knew it was a lie, but he let it go.
Georgia focused on the strings humming through the air, low and lovely like a lullaby at sunset. Which had her thinking of last sunset. Which made her lips tingle.
Don’t go there.
She looked at the couples spinning around the track, that had been turned into a dancefloor a little girl dancing on her dad’s shoes. Georgia felt as if she was living someone else’s life. Somone who belonged to this world. Someone like Jake Evans. Not someone who ate cereal for dinner and thought lip gloss was dressing up.
