Page 8 of Mailroom Delight
The horror of that would make me do anything. I just hoped that the letter was still in the in tray and he hadn’t read it.
No time to think. I grabbed one of those leather chairs, stood on it, and reached for the window. It was just big enough for me to get a grip and pull myself up.
I knew this was bordering on crazy, I knew it. And I might possibly go crazy when my senses returned to me, but I had to do this.
I took a deep breath as I hoisted myself up and managed to secure my body in between the window. All I needed to do now was turn somehow and lower to the cabinet.
“Well, well, if it isn’tAsk Paige,” a smooth rich voice startled me.
A jolt of shock rushed through my body and I lost my grip.
Before I knew it, I was falling.
I screamed and thought of the damage I would suffer when I hit the ground.
But, I never reached.
Instead of landing on the hard concrete floor, I was caught by two very strong, sturdy arms.
I yelped in shock and attempted to speak, but my voice faded away as I found myself staring into striking blue eyes that pierced through me and captured my gaze.
The color was like the Caribbean Sea. I remembered how mesmerized I was by the color of the sea when I went to the Dominican Republic with Paul.
That was the kind of mesmerization I felt now. Except I was mesmerized by this man who looked like he just stepped off the cover of GQ magazine. I couldn’t remember a time in my life when I’d felt so consumed by the look of anyone that I was at a loss for words. And, he captivated me even more the longer I stared.
The sharp angles of his face were so perfectly aligned he looked sculptured, his high exotic cheekbones enhanced by his sideburns. His spiky, black hair had also been cut into a Faux Hawk, with the top longish to carry off the spikes and the sides short, faded almost.
A neatly cut chin strip was in the center of the cleft in his chin.
I just stared at this guy, in his arms, and I had no idea who he was.
“Who are you?” I finally found my voice. I probably should have said, “Thanks for catching me,” but my eagerness to see who this man was got the better of me.
“Oh, that’s right. We haven’t formally met because you keep avoiding me.”
I opened my mouth to protest his statement, because I didn’t do things like that. Then I remembered there was one person here who I did do that to.
My cheeks burned as heat rushed to them, and I knew I was blushing.
This couldn’t be my new boss. My Colonel Sanders wearing a robe could not look like this.
“Jason Dempsey at your service, and by the way I got your letter.”
Shit! No way.
The smug, arrogant smile he gave me only accelerated my deep, deep embarrassment.
The blood drain from me, and I wished a black hole would open up and swallow me whole.
But it didn’t.
I was still here,there, frozen in shock in Jason Dempsey’s arms.
