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SUNSET READS: WILLIAM AND CRISTIAN Excerpt
Opening
the door slowly she peeked her head in. “Mr. Jameson, Miss Cruz is here to see
you.”
“Yes, yes,
I was expecting her eventually.”
Cristina
walked through the door, feeling confident in herself and her work. “Were you
now?”
He stood
up and his long lean body stretched out to enhance every muscle beneath his
fitted, black suit. Her confidence suddenly managed to waver and she took in a
deep breath and found a way to compose herself. She stood straighter and forced
herself to act professional.
Stop
ogling him Cristina, he is the enemy and you are a renowned author, get your
shit together! She forced herself to look at the deep blue eyes that had been
so rude to her moments before.
He stood
in front of her, his hand outreached. “Sorry about before Miss Cruz. It truly
is a pleasure to meet my favorite author.”
Cristina
stood there, staring at this sexy god, not knowing whether to slap him or drape
herself around him. She blinked twice, and grabbed his hand in a strong shake.
Electricity poured through every cell of her body as his warm hand enveloped
hers. She told herself to remember to breathe. “So, you are Mr. Jameson. I’m
sorry, but all I know of you, is your last name.”
Cristina’s
thoughts went back to her romance novels, when the heroine meets the man of her
dreams and everything goes perfectly well, and she knows exactly what to say
and how to react... Well, it’s not true. It usually goes down right sour, even
though his hand feels warm and strong and he drips sexiness and charm.
He laughed
at her comment, an almost unrealistic sound that would send tingles down the
spine of any hot blooded woman. “Yes well, you wouldn’t know me. You are far
too important to notice a man like myself unless you considered reading Forbes
Magazine and Business Journal every once in awhile.”
Was that a
quip? She smirked. “I suppose if those matters intrigued me, I would know you.
Yet, if you were that important you would have not only been mentioned, but
written one of those articles yourself.”
He laughed
again. “You are everything Adele said you would be and more.” He let go of her
hand, taking its warmth with him. “Please, have a seat.” He walked back to his
desk and hit the intercom. “Miss Arias, if you would please be so kind to bring
in two coffees, I take mine black. Miss Cruz?”
“No thank
you Daisy, I’ll just be a minute,” she answered, averting his gaze by focusing
on the intercom in front of her.
He sat
down, unbuttoning his suit jacket and leaning forward giving her a glimpse of a
strong, tanned neckline and well-developed muscles. She stared for a moment and
then blinked trying to glance around the office instead of at him.
“What can
I help you with today, Miss Cruz?” he asked, bringing her out of her stupor.
She
cleared her throat and forced to herself to look straight at him. “Well, I’d
like to know why suddenly I get limitations and deadlines placed upon me?”
He nodded.
“I understand why you might be upset, Miss Cruz, but this can only benefit
you.”
“And
you…you do understand, Mr. Jameson, that if I am forced into a short deadline,
I am being forced to produce half assed work.”
He nodded.
“Honestly, Miss Cruz, I didn’t feel you could ever possibly produce less than
wonderful work.”
“Flattery
will not get you anywhere Mr. Jameson…”
“Will,” he
replied suddenly.
She
paused. “I’m sorry?”
“My name
is William, I go by Will, I prefer my colleagues call me that.”
She
stopped and stared at him for a moment, her mouth slightly ajar in confusion.
She shook her head. “Yes…ok, Will…the reason I am here is because I need an
extension.”
“And why
is that, Miss Cruz?” The deep tone of his voice vibrating in what seemed like
fake concern.
Seemingly
flustered, she tried to explain… “My inspiration…I am having trouble…I can’t
concentrate.”
“Are you
telling me you have writer’s block, Miss Cruz?”
“Yes…no…yes,
and stop calling me by my last name!” Suddenly feeling aggravated by him, she
pressed a forefinger to her temple.
“Oh… and
how would you like to be called?”
Shocked,
Cristina stared at him; his eyes almost looked endearing, like a small child’s.
“Crissy…” she whispered nonsensically.
“Crissy...”
he whispered back and smiled. “I can work with that. Well then, Crissy, how
long of an extension were you looking for?”
“I’m not
sure, deadlines make me flustered and I don’t like them. I don’t work well
under them, it’s one of the reasons I chose to work with this publishing
company….”
“And are
you aware, Miss…Crissy, that because of our lack of deadlines, this company may
collapse.” His voice held a slightly serious undertone to it causing Cristina
to squirm uncomfortably in her seat.
“I doubt
very much….”
“I am not
finished,” he said sternly.
She
paused, and stared at him in astonishment as he stood and walked to the far
side of the office, proceeding to actually pour himself a drink. A drink! In
the middle of the day?! Cristina
realized that no matter how handsome he was, Adele was right, he truly was a
conniving bastard, a truly slimy businessman who was used to getting his way.
“Neither
was I.” Her voice sounding stronger and louder than she meant it to be.
Standing up, she walked over towards him.
If he
wants to play hardball, then he needs to be prepared for what’s coming.
She stood
straighter, coming to stand in front of him. “Now, are you going to give me a
drink or will I have to serve it myself?”
William’s
eyes widened and he looked at her…then down at the bottle. He slowly handed her
the glass he held and proceeded to pour another. Cristina held her breath and
took a sip, the dark liquid unexpectedly heating up her insides. She managed
not to cough and set the glass down, reaching out for her purse. “As I was
saying, Mr. Jameson, I don’t work well under pressure. I’m well aware of your
status here, but I also know you are well aware of mine. So I suggest you buy
me some time unless you want to lose your best author.”
She went
to leave, but quickly turned back around, wanting to get one last glimpse of
the handsome man. “And Mr. Jameson, I hope next time you’ll be able to offer me
a better drink.”
He smiled
at her, a real smile that lit his face up. She quickly stepped out and walked
away before she lost her nerve. Cristina felt good as she closed the door
behind her, like she had won a battle. There was absolutely no way a man, let
alone that man, would place any restrictions on her work. She refused to abide
by them and she would make sure he understood it if he wanted to keep her. Her
confidence remained strong, that is…until she reached the elevator doors and
was stopped by Daisy, his receptionist. Astonished, Cristina watched as the
pretty, petite, brunette came running up to her.