his chair and rose.
The guy’d been a college football player and it still showed. His custom suit was clearly tailored to his tall, broad-shouldered frame. He’d apparently blown out a shoulder, which had cost him a pro ball career, but that was the advertising world’s gain, in Levi’s opinion. He smiled at his new boss and moved into the office to shake his hand.
“Glad you’re here,” Mason said with a bone-crunching grip. “Thanks, Carly.”
“Let me know if there’s anything at all you need, Mr. Wol…I mean, Levi.” She gave him a brief wink as she departed.
“Thanks.” He winked back and her cheeks turned pink.
“Come on, let’s introduce you to everyone and get you settled in your office,” Mason said. “Once we’ve done that, we’ll have a chat about a few things.”
“Sure. Sounds good.”
He was eager to meet his new colleagues. He’d met Scott McCrae, the art director he’d be working with. Leaving his AD partner Fergus behind at AdMix had sucked balls. They’d been a good team and had worked together for nearly five years. It kind of felt like he’d gotten a divorce. Not that he’d know what that felt like, since he’d never been married and had never even been in a long-term relationship. But getting a divorce probably sucked.
Mason paused at the office next door to his and stuck his head in. “Hey, Sloane. Levi Wolcott is here.”
“Come in,” a female voice said, and Levi again followed Mason into an office, a smile at the ready. He’d also heard of Sloane Granderson but hadn’t yet had the pleasure of meeting her. She too was acquiring a reputation in the biz as a tough but brilliant account director.
As Mason stepped aside, Levi moved forward with an outstretched hand. Oh no. Wait just a goddamn minute. The woman who walked toward him had his blood freezing in his veins. It couldn’t be…
It was. The woman who’d been in the room next door at the hotel Friday night was Sloane Granderson.
Chapter Two
She looked different than she had Saturday morning, but he was sure it was her. She’d pissed him off that morning with her judgy attitude, looking at him down her tiny little nose through dark-rimmed glasses, pretty lips dipping at the corners in disapproval.
On Saturday morning, he’d thought she looked like a teenager. Now, he wasn’t so sure—maybe she was closer to his age, twenty-nine. She’d seemed tiny standing next to him waiting for the elevator, but now heels gave her added height. The glasses were gone. Makeup emphasized dark blue eyes with extravagant eyelashes and a small, lush mouth. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was shiny and perfect, and she wore a sleeveless ivory and black dress that fit her slender body from shoulder to knee. She extended a sleek, toned arm to him.
Then she hesitated.
She recognized him too. Her gorgeous eyes widened. Pink lips parted.
Levi had to admit part of the reason she’d pissed him off was because he’d felt a twinge of guilt at the fact that they had been making a lot of noise. After his first few attempts to get the guys to tone it down, he’d given up. Then security had come and lectured them, which of course he had to deal with. Even that hadn’t been enough to get the guys to dial down the noise level.
They’d been having fun. Innocent, pre-wedding, bachelor fun. Okay, maybe innocent wasn’t the right word, but like he’d said to Sloane that morning, it wasn’t like they were doing something illegal. Boys will be boys, right?
So he pushed away that guilt. They hadn’t done anything wrong. She’d lost a little sleep that night, but it wasn’t the fucking end of the world. He stepped toward her with a smile on his face and reached for her hand. “Pleased to meet you,” he said as if they’d never met. “I’ve heard great things about you.”
Now those sexy eyes narrowed. “Likewise.” She appraised him with a chilly and decidedly unamused look. She’d lost her composure for about, oh, 3.2 seconds but was now back in control. This impressed him.
Mason was talking and Sloane was answering him, but he wasn’t paying attention. He was taking in the way her breasts were outlined in the soft fabric of her dress, the way the black stripe of fabric emphasized her narrow waist and curve of hips, how those shoes made her calves and ankles look slender and sexy.
Fuck, get a grip, man. This was one chick who was seriously off limits. Even