Gorgeous: Book One (Gorgeous #1) - Lisa Shelby Page 0,8

not safe to work for a man I feel such an attraction to.

I am drawn to him, yet he is everything I don't find attractive in a person, let alone a man. This fact should make it easy to do the job and not fall head over heels for him at the same time.

I can do this.

Right?

Am I going to take this job? Have I just decided, sitting at a candlelit table on a yacht with Mr. Egotistical, that I'm taking this job and moving to San Francisco? There may be a cool breeze coming off the river, but I can feel a nervous sweat begin to coat my body.

There is no way I'm letting him know tonight. I can't let him think that the wining and dining is the reason I take the job. I refuse to inflate his ego any more than it clearly already is.

"Mr. McKinley..." I say, sliding my chair back with a screech and standing abruptly. "Thank you for the meal, but I'm going to need to think about this."

"We haven't had dessert yet."

"No dessert for me, thank you. I'll let you know in the morning what I decide."

"Please do and when you say yes, I'll need you to start Monday."

"Excuse me?"

He stands from the table, reaching into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. His suit jacket that is tailored perfectly, as is his white button-down shirt, sans tie and open at the top where his neck has been exposed all night.

Teasing me.

Taunting me.

"There is no need to wait, Miss Adams. I have an event in New York next week, and even though it's already planned, you can come and Evelyn will show you the ropes."

"What's the event?"

"I'll let you know when you call to accept."

Oh, the arrogance of this man.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I cannot not give two weeks. I owe my current employer at least that much."

"Do you have any events on your schedule that you're taking the lead on or that you wouldn't be able to hand over to someone else?"

Infuriating! This man is infuriating!

"Well, since I haven't made up my mind yet, what I have on my schedule isn't really your concern, now is it, Mr. McKinley?”

He smiles.

What an arrogant jerk.

He hands me the business card he pulled out of his jacket. "Call me when you decide. Here's my card." When his fingers touch mine, I feel it again. That energy that surges through my entire body and scares the hell out of me.

I have to get out here!

I grab my purse off my chair and rush toward the stairs down to the main deck of the boat. Before making my way down the stairs, I turn back to the stunning man who, by the look on his face, knows his touch affected me. The man who already assumes I'm going to take his job offer.

Did I say he was infuriating?

I cannot get off this God-forsaken boat fast enough. He is pretentious and disarming. I don't know why I let him get to me, but he does something to me that scares me to death.

Walking through the marina, I can't help but feel I'm being watched, and I refuse to turn around. I'm not sure what it would mean if I did find him watching me walk away or what effect it would have on my decision, but I will not allow myself to look back.

When I finally reach my car, I plop down into the driver’s seat, slam the door just a little too hard, and rest my head on my steering wheel. I need a moment to think about what just transpired. Did he really think he needed to impress me with a candlelit dinner on a yacht? I mean, he is already offering to pay me three times what I'm currently making, and I don't do too badly for myself as it is. Throw in a clothing allowance, travel, and the array of events I would get to plan, and this job is a dream come true.

But do I want to move to San Francisco? I would say, what about Bryce, but when I mentioned the offer to him the other day, he didn't seem fazed by it one little bit. He said he was proud of me and that I should do what makes me happy. He said the distance wouldn't change anything, and I can't help but think how right he is.

What is there to change? We talk on the phone, see each other maybe