Reflected in You(12)

How thoughts of him consumed me, how the feel of him beneath my hands drove me wild, how the passion of his tortured soul cut into me like the sharpest blade.


But I couldn't.


Not ever.


He was too visible, too well known.


Private tidbits about his life were worth a small fortune.


I couldn't risk it.


"He sure is," Megumi agreed.


"Damn fine.


Did you know him before you started working here?" "No.


Although I suppose we would have met eventually."


Because of our pasts.


My mother gave generously to many abused children's charities, as did Gideon.


It was inevitable that Gideon and I would've crossed paths at some point.


I wondered what that meeting would have been like - him with a gorgeous brunette on his arm and me with Cary.


Would we have had the same visceral reaction to each other from a distance as we'd had up close in the Crossfire lobby? He'd wanted me the moment he saw me on the street.


"I wondered."


Megumi pushed through the revolving lobby door.


"I read that it was serious between you two," she went on when I joined her outside on the sidewalk.


"So I thought maybe you'd known him before."


"Don't believe everything you read on those gossip blogs."


"So it's not serious?" "I didn't say that."


It was too serious at times.


Painfully, brutally so.


She shook her head.


"God .


listen to me pry.


Sorry.


Gossip is one of my vices.


So are extremely hot men like Gideon Cross.


I can't help but wonder what it'd be like to hook up with a guy whose body screams sex like that.


Tell me he's awesome in bed."


I smiled.


It was good to hang out with another girl.


Not that Cary couldn't also be appreciative of a hot guy, but nothing beat girl talk.


"You won't hear me complaining."


"Lucky bitch."


Bumping shoulders with me to show she was teasing, she said, "How about that roommate of yours? From the photos I saw, he's gorgeous, too.


Is he single? Wanna hook me up?" Turning my head quickly, I hid a wince.


I'd learned the hard way never to set up an acquaintance or friend with Cary.


He was so easy to love, which led to a lot of broken hearts because he couldn't love back the same way.


The moment things started going too well, Cary sabotaged them.


"I don't know if he's single or not.


Things are .


complicated in his life at the moment."


"Well, if the opportunity presents itself, I'm certainly not opposed.


Just sayin'.


You like tacos?" "Love 'em."


"I know a great place a couple blocks up.


Come on."


* * *


Things were going well in my world as Megumi and I headed back from lunch.


Forty minutes of gossip, guy-ogling, and three awesome carne asada tacos later, I was feeling pretty good.


And we were returning to work a little over ten minutes early, which I was glad for since I hadn't been the most punctual employee lately, even though Mark never complained.


The city was thrumming around us, taxis and people surging through the growing heat and humidity as they crammed what they could into the insufficient hours of the day.


I people- watched shamelessly, my eyes skimming over everyone and everything.


Men in business suits walked alongside women in flowing skirts and flip-flops.


Ladies in haute couture and five-hundred-dollar shoes teetered past steaming hot dog vendor carts and shouting hawkers.


The eclectic mix of New York was heaven to me, stirring an excitement that made me feel more vibrant here than anyplace else I'd ever lived.


We were stopped by a traffic light directly across from the Crossfire, and my gaze was immediately drawn to the black Bentley sitting in front of it.


Gideon must've just gotten back from lunch.


I couldn't help but think about him sitting in his car on the day we'd met, watching me as I took in the imposing beauty of his Crossfire Building.


It made me tingly just thinking about it -  Suddenly, I went cold.


Because a striking brunette breezed out of the revolving doors just then and paused, giving me a good, long look at her - Gideon's ideal, whether he'd been aware of it or not.


A woman I'd witnessed him fixate on the moment he'd seen her in the Waldorf Astoria ballroom.


A woman whose poise and hold over Gideon brought out all my worst insecurities.


Corinne Giroux looked like a breath of fresh air in a cream-colored sheath dress and cherry red heels.


She ran a hand over her waist-length dark hair, which wasn't quite as sleek as it'd appeared last night when I'd met her.