“Oh my God, how embarrassing.” She plops down into a chair and now I can just see her from the very top of her cleavage up. “Sorry about that, I couldn’t figure out how to get the camera to work.”
“Is it not built-in?”
She winces. “No. I have a really old laptop, but I’ve almost saved enough to buy a new one with a built-in camera.”
She’s even more beautiful than she was in her pictures. Her blonde hair is pulled back in a sleek ponytail, hanging long behind her shoulders. Her black-rimmed glasses give her a sexy-librarian look.
“You’re a lot hotter…er, older, nope, I mean younger than I was expecting.” Her features squish up again. “I promise I’m not always this much of a disaster. I’ve just gotten used to working from home with just me and Figs.”
“Figs?” Shit, I think I’m actually smiling because she’s adorable. So full of life and sunshine.
“Oh, my cat. He’s this huge black and white tuxedo cat, yep, that’s my Figs.” She clears her throat, then straightens her glasses. “Now then, it’s nice to finally put a face with your voice.”
“Likewise. I don’t have anything specific for us to discuss today since we’ve already had our meeting at the top of the week. But I wanted to make sure the video chatting software was working on my end.”
“Do you have an older computer too?” she asks, with a tilt of her head.
“Something like that.”
She bites down on her pen and twirls it in her mouth. I feel nearly positive she has no idea that is sexy as hell.
“Will this be how we are meeting from now on?”
“More or less. I’ll still e-mail and send voice memos when I don’t have time to meet face-to-face, but I think this will make things run more smoothly.”
“Yes. Excellent.” Her big brown eyes roll upward.
I’m enjoying her awkwardness immensely. “Very well,” I say, trying my damnedest not to smile. “Have a good day, Ms. Breit.”
“You too, Mr. Hudson. Uh, Mr. Wells. I promise I won’t be this much of a disaster next time we chat.”
“No promise necessary, you’re perfect just the way you are.”