Free ROMANCE: The Bad Boy Meeting by Amanda Kevin Page A

myself.”
    He raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Did it intrigue you?” he asked.
    She shook her head. “I was just late this morning and Alexis was pissed.” She replied, looking back at her stack of terrible writing.
    He nodded slowly. “You know, I just don’t understand why she would do that. That’s such a waste of everyone’s time.”
    Macy shrugged, wondering why he was kissing up to her today of all days, when she looked like she had lost a fight with her entire make-up bag. “I know, but what are you gonna do?” she murmured, looking back down at her manuscript.
    Jason leaned in still closer to her, placing his hand on her shoulder. She froze, her eyes wide in what could only be described as a strange combination of fear and surprise. Her skin crawled at the sensation of his warm breath caressing her neck. “Stage a coup?” He asked.
    Macy scoffed. “I don’t know the first thing about this publishing company.” She replied, even though she could feel that he had successfully planted that seed of possibility in the back of her mind.
    He chuckled, the sound of it bouncing around in her head. “Yes you do.” He replied, pointing at the stack in front of her, “You know that that’s terrible writing and it’s quite frankly, extremely insulting that you are being forced to read it.”
    Macy couldn’t help but to laugh at this. She couldn’t deny the fact that he did have a point. Her whole life, the only thing she ever wanted to do was to work in a real publishing house. Now that she had her seat at Writer’s House, the only real thing between her and the corner office on the 27 th floor was a couple of more years spent drowning in the slush pile. She looked up at him, his smile actually getting through to her for once.
    He held out his hand to her. “Do you want a little break?” he asked.
    Macy raised an eyebrow, her eyes darting from his outstretched hand, to the extreme look of mischief in his face. She shook her head. “I am afraid, I do not know what you are talking about.” She replied, clenching her jaw. She figured if she physically forced her lips shut, she could stop herself from completely relinquishing all of her control to Jason, who was always so much more attractive than she liked to admit that he was.
    He winked at her. “Oh come on. How are you going to stage a coup when you’ve never even been to the basement?”
    She couldn’t help but to giggle at this. “The basement?” she asked.
    He nodded solemnly, his eyes boring right into her. “Yes. I can show you where the grease-monkeys live.” He offered.
    There was something about Jason that always made it impossible for Macy to resist him, so, without fully understanding what it was that she was about to do, she stood up, an action that brought her within three inches of him. His eyes scanned the length of her body, picking up everything from her full quivering bottom lip, to the curves of her body, accentuated by the black mini dress she had only dared wear because it was laundry day and was certain Alexis would fire her on the spot if she ever saw her in jeans. “Okay fine. But if I don’t see a single monkey, I won’t ever trust you again.” She teased.
    He scoffed. “I was completely unaware that you trusted me in the first place.” He replied as he led her down the hall to the elevator.
    She shrugged as she reached in front of him to press the, “down,” button. As she stepped back, she was certain she could feel his eyes boring into her back, so she took the liberty of making sure her dress was pulled all the way down for the third time in the last five minutes.
    Jason chuckled at this. “Don’t worry, honey. You’re not showing me your good stuff…” he replied.
    The elevator arrived, the doors swinging open with a chime.
    “Unfortunately….” He continued with a dark voice.
    Aside from a short side-glance, Macy pretended she hadn’t heard any of that and pressed past him, getting into the elevator. He