Page 13 of Art of Love
This other person must have impressed the hell out of him, but there must have been a high bar of admiration for me for John to change things up.
A knock sounded at the door.
John smiled. “Wonderful. You’re both about to find out.” He straightened in his chair and called out, “It’s open.”
I snapped my head around toward the door to eye up my competition.
I had every intention of being the strong, confident woman I’d had to make myself be in the face of adversity. But I crumbled. That woman I was crumbled when the door opened, and Mr. Brad Pitt look-alike I’d left in bed this morning walked in.
Chapter 4
Jia
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Shock.
Horror.
Shock.
My head...
My heart ... did something weird. First it squeezed, then I swore it stopped for about two seconds before it leapt straight out of my chest. Sure, metaphorically and not in the literal sense, butJesus Lord,I felt it. I felt my heart leap with mortification as Hunter Kane walked through the door.
Hunter Kane. God, I remembered his name. I actually remembered something. Must be the fright, which turned into complete embarrassment when his eyes landed on me and recognition formed in them.
He stopped by the door, eyes fixed on me. Wide.
Fuck. What the hell was happening to me? The universe was seriously out to get me. Weeks ago, before serious shit started happening, I broke a mirror in the house, back in Atlanta. Sam joked about having seven years bad luck.
I, of course, had waved off the thought because I wasn’t superstitious in the least.
Thinking back now, I’d have to say that things had been crazy before, but they were next level bad now. Bane, waking up stark naked this morning in the arms of a man I didn’t know, coming here to find that I didn’t exactly have the job I thought I did, now this...
Finding out I’d have to basically compete for the job and Mr. Brad Pitt look-alike was my competition.
