One Perfect Night by Rachael Johns Page B

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    “Yeah, right,” said Izzy, rolling her eyes. “You’ll talk when you’re ready but in the meantime, we may as well take a break. Molly just sent an email—McSexy wants to see you in his office.”
    Now the hallucinations were really affecting her work.
    She stared at Izzy, planning to lip-read this time to make sure there weren’t any misunderstandings. “I’m sorry. I thought you just said Mr. McCormac wants to see me in his office.”
    Izzy nodded. “That’s right.”
    Peppa’s blood rushed to her head. She rocked a little and her headphones fell off her head. Okay, so maybe she rocked a lot. But this wasn’t a good kind of dizzy. Not the kind of dizzy a girl in love feels when she sees her man enter a room. No, this dizzy was hell.
    Why did Cameron want to see her at work?
    For a split second joy filled her heart at the thought that maybe he wanted to continue their liaison. Hah…she was already fantasizing. They hadn’t had a liaison; they’d had a raunchy one-night stand.
    “Relax,” came Izzy’s voice out of nowhere. “Maybe he wants to discuss insurance or something.”
    “Insurance?” Peppa looked at Izzy as if she’d said he might want to discuss solutions to global warming.
    “You know, for the car incident. You never did tell me what he said about it.”
    “Oh that.” She’d almost forgotten it was a simple error of judgment in the car park that had started all this craziness. She felt her cheeks flare. “You were right. He wasn’t bothered about the car. He’ll probably take it out of my pay or something.”
    “Well, there you go,” said Izzy, taking off her headphones. She mumbled something more but Peppa couldn’t hear it through the glass.
    If she valued her job—and she did, she loved it—then what choice did she have but to take her own headphones off and go and see the boss?
    Forcing aside all thoughts of turning around and fleeing, she directed one foot in front of the other down the hall and then tried to think of other things as the elevator rushed upward. Molly greeted her as the doors peeled back on the twenty-third floor and Peppa lost all further opportunity to escape.
    “You can go straight in,” said the PA, gently touching Peppa’s trembling elbow as she led her through to a door that somehow looked intimidating.
    Pasting a larger-than-life smile across her face, Peppa held her chin high, thrust her shoulders back and teetered into the room behind Molly, trying to look as if she approached past flings on a regular basis. Trying to look anything but the absolute mess she felt inside.
    “Penelope Grant to see you,” Molly announced and then stepped to the side, leaving Peppa unshielded to the questioning gaze of Cameron McCormac’s dreamy eyes. Eyes even more dreamy than she remembered. If that were possible.
    Grrr… She tried to vanquish the thought—whatever he wanted she needed to keep her head.
    “Hi,” she finally managed before trying to swallow the lump in her throat.
    For a split second a look of appreciation lit his face, but he covered it quickly with a frown. “Morning.”
    A small part of her heart ached at his dry, almost impassive tone, a tone so different from the warmth he’d offered that night in her apartment.
    He stood and treated her to an unhindered view of the whole divine package. Her hormones rampaged over commonsense as her mind flashed with visions of that hot night. He’d been pretty irresistible in her late-night fantasies but the real thing stomped all over her memories. How was she ever going to discuss whatever he wanted to discuss when all she could think about was how much she wanted to make love with him again?
     
    Cameron’s heart was playing strange games in his chest. His office had never felt small before but the moment Molly shut the door behind Penelope, it seemed to have shrunk tenfold. Now his nose was being treated to the overbearing but not at all unpleasant smell of her tantalizing scent—some sort