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He hit the window frame lightly with both palms and gave an emphatic nod. “Excellent. Thank you.” He hesitated, then added, “I’m having a hard time not touching you. Just for the record.”
“Duly noted.”
He pulled his hands back and stuck them in his pockets. But he continued to stand there. It was satisfying to know that he was rattled by my lack of a bra. Or my presence in general. Whatever it was, it was an ego boost. It had hurt when he hadn’t texted me after the wedding, even though I’d known he wasn’t going to. This was confirmation to me that if I wasn’t Cash’s sister, he would have then and he would now.
MacKay opened his mouth. Then closed it again. “Okay. Well, have a nice day.”
“Thank you. You too.”
He still lingered.
“Yes?” It felt like he was on the verge of saying something pivotal. My heart rate increased.
“Your button is undone,” he said, his voice thick with desire. He pointed to my chest.
I looked down. Yep. Undone. Side boob was on full display. I would be more concerned except that he’d already seen me completely naked. He’d touchedandtasted these boobs already.
So that was not exactly an earth-shattering statement from MacKay. I wanted more from him, some kind of real emotion, or perhaps a grand gesture. Desperate declarations of lust. For him to make a move. Something. And I was annoyed that I did. “Got it.” I redid the button.
That seemed to snap him out of his daze. He stepped back and waved. Then he turned and walked back to the building.
I sighed.
This day had serious Monday vibes.
I hadn’t gotten the guy or the job.
MacKay
“What’s your problem?” I demanded of Dylan when I returned to the conference room. “You were really hard on Faith with those questions. You grilled her.”
“That’s what an interview is supposed to be for,” my brother said, looking unconcerned. “And your problem is you spent the whole interview popping a tent in your pants instead of focusing on the business.”
He wasn’t wrong. But it infuriated me that he’d noticed. I had thought I’d played it cool with Faith. I’d even kept my hands to myself in the parking lot and that had been no easy feat. She’d caught me totally off guard shedding her bra like that. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I lied.
Dylan snorted.
“You know Cash owns ten percent of this business,” I pointed out.
“Which is why he wouldn’t want us to blow his money by hiring a completely inexperienced marketing director.”
“I thought she had some good ideas,” Malcolm said. “I feel that with some hand holding she could be an asset. Maybe we offer her a junior position initially.”
“She insulted our branding,” Dylan said. “She basically called our label boring.”
“It is boring,” I said. “I’ve said that all along.”
“What do you think, Ian?” Malcolm asked.
“I think that Faith is the right demographic for our label. We want to capture young consumers now and as our bottles mature, their disposable income will be increasing. It’s the right target audience. So if she thinks we need to be “sexier” then I’m willing to listen. I don’t know shit about being sexy.”
“Well, that’s true,” Dylan said.
“We’re identical twins,” Ian pointed out. “You’re insulting yourself.”
“I don’t mean physical appearance. I mean you’re a nerd.”
“And you’re a dumb ass.”
