Page 42 of By Invitation Only
Yes, I was that desperate.
It wasn’t only because I wanted to see her again. I wanted to prove to her that she couldn’t ignore me. That she couldn’t ignore what could potentially happen between us.
“I’m here to see Ms. Winters.” I smiled my smile that always worked on a woman.
“Do you have an appointment, Mr. Jameson?” She smiled back.
She knew who I was. Perfect. “I don’t,love,” I clipped. I just wanted to see Peyton.
“Let me call her assistant.”
I was pretending to look at the abstract art on the wall as I listened to the receptionist ring Peyton’s assistant, Lorelei. If things didn’t go as planned with Peyton, I was going to have to win over Lorelei. She’d help me get in.
“Mr. Jameson.”
I turned and walked back to the receptionist’s desk.
“I’m sorry, but Ms. Winters isn’t available.”
“Is she with a client?”
“I… I’m sorry, I can’t give you that information.”
Actually, she could. She only had to keep the client’s name confidential. But judging by her reaction, I didn’t think Peyton was with a client, so I took a chance.
“Thanks,” I called as I walked around her desk toward Peyton’s office.
“Mr. Jameson,” she hollered. I didn’t stop. “Mr. Jameson!”
I smiled as I made my way down the hall. As I approached Lorelei, she looked up from her desk and smiled. It instantly gave me the impression that she knew what had happened between Peyton and me.
“Don’t mind me,” I said and kept walking.
Lorelei chuckled, not saying a word.She definitely knew.
I entered the open door of Peyton’s office. She looked up from her laptop and opened her mouth to say something, but then stopped when she noticed it was me. “Hello, gorgeous. Miss me?” I closed the door.
Peyton rolled her eyes. “You need to stop doing that.”
“Doing what?” I asked then sat across from her at her desk.
“You can’t just walk in here whenever you want.”
“But I did.”
She rolled her eyes again. “Book—”
“You’re going to regret that.”
“Regret what?”
“Rolling your eyes at me.”
“I’m getting tired of this game we’re playing.” She leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. The slit of her blouse stretched, and my eyes moved to her tits. This shit was driving me insane.
“I brought you something.” I looked back up to her chocolate colored eyes.
“What’s that?”
