Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
TAYLOR
Walking down the long corridor towards my office, I can feel eyes on me. I ignore them, dropping my tote bag at my desk but taking everything I need for my presentation with me.
Softly knocking on the meeting room door, I push through and that’s when their eyes connect with mine.
Two sets of emerald green eyes on me. Sweeping over my body, but not in a desired way, no. In a disgusted kind of way.
“I am so sorry…” I begin, but Lucas just holds his hand up, shaking his head from side to side.
Dark brown hair, messy and long on top, the kind that you can run your fingers through and get a good grip on. Sharp jaw, high cheek bones. Theodore identical.
If I have been with them long enough, I can work out who is who, but here, right now… I could be guessing.
One wrapped in a light grey suit, the other dark grey.
Both deliciously handsome.
Both utterly out of my league.
“Just present,” their tone is low, uninterested as Theodore—I think—twists his wrist towards himself and scopes the time, one brow raising.
James is staring at me but I ignore him.
My heart is in my throat.
I have been working on this account for months, and now I feel like it is slowly slipping from my grasp.
After a moment or two, I am ready.
Game face on.
Eyes locked on the two devils wrapped in Tom Ford.
I fly through my presentation, closing my PowerPoint just as I stand a little taller, eyes back on my boss’s, boss’s, bosses.
“And that’s why I am the perfect candidate to run the Simmons Pearl account,” bravado seeps from me, my fingers clasped around my clicker and I wait for something.
Anything.
Lucas runs his index finger over his bottom lip and gives his brother a slight nod. You would have missed it, but I didn’t. My eyes burn from staring at the stoic men sitting at the head of the table.
“Leave,” Theodore’s thick and deep voice trembles around the room and that’s when I finally let my eyes drop, my heart plummeting in my chest.
The room empties quickly, bodies scurrying out like bugs.
I scoop my paperwork and files up along with my laptop when I hear the rumble of the brothers.
“We didn’t mean you.”
Their eyes soften for just a moment as our gazes meet, my lips part, breath catching at the back of my throat.
“Oh.” Is my response.
Oh.
What!?
Once the last person is out, the door is closed behind them and now I feel like a lamb amongst two, fierce lions.
Silence screams around the large meeting room and I am unsure whether I am to sit or stand; talk or stay silent.
“We want you for the Simmons account.”
Theodore looks at his brother for just a moment before his eyes are on mine.
“Really?” and the shock is evident in my voice, I knew I deserved the account, but I truly didn’t think I would get it.
Lucas’ lips twitch into what looks like a smile but I can’t be sure because I don’t think I have ever seen an ounce of movement on that man’s face.
“Really.” Theodore gives a nod and I smile.
“Thank you, I have worked so hard on this account, I promise you will not be disappointed.”
“Oh, we’re counting on it,” Lucas says in his deep gravelly voice that melts you on the spot, and for some reason, the way their eyes are locked on me, the way their voices sound like silk wrapping around me tightly makes my stomach flip.
Holding my laptop and files close to my chest, I ignore the way my heart is racing behind my ribcage.
“We will be here tomorrow, but please block out your calendar from four onwards as we have a meeting.”
“Right, okay,” I nod a few times, my tongue feels like it is swelling in my mouth.
“Don’t be late Taylor,” and the way my name sounds coming off of Theodore’s tongue has my thighs clenching.
My cheeks burn red, and I try and hide myself by dropping my head forward.
“Wear the pearls,” Lucas orders softly as I go to see myself out the meeting room. “See you tomorrow.”
Words fail me, so I smile—at least I think I do—and walk out of the room and to my desk, and only when I am sat, do I inhale heavily and hold my breath.
What the fuck just happened.