Chapter 9
Nick
Fuck me.
But I cover up that thought and that expression as quickly as I can, and rise easily to my feet.
There’s a situation here that could grow awkward very quickly, but I’m not about to let that happen.
I have to get the situation under control.
“Tristan,” I say, coming around the table and extending my hand to shake his. “Nice to meet you, and glad to have you on the team!”
I hope he gets the message.
We are not about to tell our coworkers that we met last night. I don’t know why I want to keep it a secret right now, but I do. I love my work family, but they are, after all, a family. Nosy as hell.
Tristan shakes my hand. His grip is warm, his fingers almost delicate. The electricity of that first touch is almost enough to make me shiver.
“Nice to meet you, too.”
He has not kept his composure as much as I have, and I see the confusion in his round amber-brown eyes, in the flush of his freckled cheeks.
He recovers quickly, though, and introduces himself to the other members of the team. I can’t take my eyes off him.
I thought he was stunningly attractive when I met him last night, but he’s even more handsome in the morning light. There’s a shadow of sleepiness around his eyes, but it’s cute. His crisp station uniform fits him perfectly, molding to the small but firmly sculpted muscles I noticed last night.
What I would give to touch that body…
My mind is already whirring with the added complication of Tristan being my coworker.
My interest in him last night was real and tangible. I honestly can’t explain it. Even though we barely spoke, I felt like meeting him was something cosmic. I’ve never been a very spiritual person, but I do believe that there is some energetic component to the world.
When I met Tristan Cavanagh last night, the energy around me atoms shifted.
He has become someone I absolutely cannot ignore. Something I haven’t yet had, but never want to give up.