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pulse beating in overdrive no
matter how many flights I’d taken. At least it had calmed Fangirl down. Reese
continued reading his paper. Out the tiny window, I watched the world grow
smaller, trying to get control of my hormones.
    I was on my way toPuerto Rico. I was going to be Reese
Jordon’s secretary for the next week. I peeked at his striking profile and
reminded myself that I was just a secretary.
    Do not touch him!
    Once we were in the
air, he got out his laptop and didn’t look away from it once, his profile
tight. I examined charts and documents and spreadsheets until it felt like my
eyes were bleeding. All the while, my mind and body buzzed with the excitement
of being near him.
    The single break
from the torture came in the form of an overdone piece of salmon. I didn’t
really like salmon, but I replied to the flight attendant that I’d have the
same when Reese had ordered his, though I should have ordered the chicken.
After picking at the salmon and charred red potatoes, like Reese, I declined
dessert and, like Reese, requested coffee. Apparently, in my hormonal teenage
state, I had lost all of my brain cells. My whims and my wants now aligned with
Reese Jordon’s.
    After I spend hours
and hours of scanning business crap I knew nothing about along with trying to
ignore the desire to stare at or touch or sniff at the person across the aisle,
Reese began asking questions. Though his questions sucked, a break from all the
charts didn’t. Also, it let me study him without being stalkerish.
    “Did you notice the
progression of declining revenue over the first year?”
    Of course I hadn’t
noticed anything being in a highly hormonal state. “Yes, I saw that right
away.”
    In a stoic tone, he
went on about how the resort had opened two years ago and done all right but
hadn’t made a mark, hadn’t grown to be the opulent vacation spot it was
supposed to be.
    As if I cared.
    However, as long as
he glanced at me with those hazel eyes, he could talk about sales progressions
as long as he liked. Next, he questioned me about several of the charts and
documents. Nodding, I parroted and agreed with all of his conclusions.
    He closed his laptop
and turned to me once again. “My object this week, Ms. Porter, is to determine
if taking on this account is feasible. J & M doesn’t undertake accounts
that won’t fulfill the promises of an advertising campaign. If we conclude to
run an advertising campaign, then the resort better hold the promise we
establish.” His jaw was stern, his large hands gripped the now closed computer
as he spoke. “We’re an advertising company with principle. Pure capital is not
enough to acquisition our services. We will run a campaign for almost anything.
It just had better be the best or very close to it.”
    My head bobbed, for
the most part comprehending his vision and dedication to J & M while
wondering how old he was. Funny, Kara hadn’t told me. Looking at him, I’d guess
late twenties. Listening to him, I’d guess midthirties. Reese was obviously a
very serious business-minded person.
    The flight attendant
announced that our trays needed to be upright for landing. At the thought of
landing, I was surprised to find myself excited as if this were a real
vacation.
    The landing went
smooth. Reese went straight to the exit and a limo driver holding a sign with
the company name. In seconds, we were in the limo and heading down dark,
curving streets. Even if it were light out, nervousness would have kept me from
noticing the island sights.
    How many times had I
imagined us together like this in a limo?
    Countless.
    Unfortunately,
reality proved nothing like my imagination. I stared ahead but peeked at Reese
every few minutes. He ignored me and scrolled through his phone, frowning now
and then at the screen. This went on for over forty minutes.
    Finally, we turned
onto a drive lined with lit palm trees. At the end, a lighted fountain spewed
in the center of a circle of tropical