Overlooked(2)(50)

Doesn’t she see she didn’t need the job with Kelso?

I want to touch more than her hand. Can I? Or will that just piss her off?

It’s killing me having her this close to me, close enough I can smell her flowery shampoo. I want to pull her into me and bury my face in her hair.

Maybe if I kiss her, she’ll understand how I feel. I don’t know how to make her understand the way I feel about her. But it’s a risk too big even for me, if it pissed her off, I’d lose her for good. Whereas right now, it seems like I have a chance.

I just have to keep her from leaving. To keep her talking. And I’m not letting go of her hand for anything.

It seems like she’s shut down. I stop talking, ready to start again if she makes a motion to leave. Her face isn’t giving away any hints of what she’s thinking. I’d hate to play a game of poker against her. Although whatever it is we’re doing now has higher stakes than any poker game I’ve ever played.

“I know your head’s swimming right now, but I really am running that article.”

Skye’s eyes widen.

“You are?” Her voice is dull, its normal spark missing.

“I am. But I think I’ll run it in the magazine for my new company instead of this one.”

“New company?”

“Yesterday I changed my mind about Kelso. I’m tired of fucking around with him. I’ve already instructed Julie to fuck him as long and as hard in the courts as we can. It’s going to take years. In the meantime I’m starting a separate company. It’ll be great. All boutique hotels, in business and exotic locations that’ll attract a fiercely loyal following.” My throat burns as I speak.

I’m thinking on my feet here. She’d better not think I’m fucking babbling. “I’m going to feature you in that magazine. Hell, I’ll put you in both. Do you want to be in both? No, wait. The new hotels are going to need lots of original artwork in them.” I take a deep breath, hoping this works. I need it to sound professional for her. “The company would like to commission you to create artwork for each of the new hotels. And to make prints of the pieces to use in the bedrooms.”

The color has returned to her face, the shine back in her eyes. It encourages me to continue. “We can negotiate the number and cost, you don’t even have to deal with me. Everything can go through my head of procurement.”

Skye smiles. “Maybe I want to deal with you.”

It’s music to my fucking ears. Do I consider that acceptance? Hell yes. I stand, ready to pull her into my arms until the end of time, when her phone rings.

“You should get that,” I say. I take a quick glance at my watch and smile.

By the time she roots around in her purse and pulls out the phone, the ringing had ended.

“Missed it,” she says, shrugging.

“Is there voicemail? It might be important,” I say.

“I’ll check.”

Watching the delicate way her fingers tap the screen makes me long for them to touch me.

She holds the phone to her ear. As she listens, her hand flies to her mouth and tears wet her cheeks. Finally her hand moves from her ear and she lets the phone drop onto the table.

“Everything okay?” I ask, moving to her side. From her reaction, I assume her mother has followed through on her promise to me.

Skye looks up at me with fresh tears in her eyes, and says, “That was my mom. She said she was interviewed for an article this morning and that she’s proud of me.”

As soon as the words are out, Skye bursts into tears. I purse my lips as I pull out of the chair and draw her tight against me, removing any air between us.

“I, um.” I pause, suddenly worried that what I did might make her angry. “I phoned her this morning to get a quote to use in the article and might’ve suggested that she grovel for your forgiveness.”

Her body shakes with her sobs, and I hold her tighter.

“I can’t believe she called me. When I left, she said I was dead to her.”

“Sometimes people say things they don’t mean.”

“Thank you. I don’t know how to thank you.”

“Don’t. You know I’d do anything to give you your parents back, anything.”

For the first time since the call, Skye looks up and makes eye contact with me. Her eyes are glassy from tears, but behind the tears, the spark is back. No, it’s not just back, it’s blazing brighter that it has since I met her.

I palm her cheek, drying the tears with my thumb. Her lips curl into a smile, a slight part between them.

Nothing’s stopping me now. I press my lips against hers, forcing them wider apart. Skye does nothing to resist me, and I deepen the kiss before breaking it.