Page 73 of The Heart You Kept

“Um….” I’m like a deer in the headlights. “Stairs,” I squeak.

“This way.” I follow him up the flight of stairs and we get to the next level.

I stop still on the spot in shock.

Floor-to-ceiling windows, a giant dining table with huge vases of fresh flowers on it, giant chandeliers hanging overhead. I count the leather chairs, fifteen each side and one each end. A thirty-two-place dining table…. Are you kidding me right now?

I have no words, none.

We go up to the next level and this floor is different, it’s divided with a wall. One end has a beautiful casual living area and we walk through to the other end and there’s a huge conference room with a big board table with numerous chairs around it, again with the floor-to-ceiling windows.

“Mr. Prescott is in his office.”

A big black door comes into view and he knocks.

“Come in.”

He opens the door and sitting behind a big black grand desk is Edward, he looks up from his computer and smiles. “Good afternoon, Miss Sorenson.”

“Hi.” I fake a smile; this isn’t awkward at all.

“Thank you,” he tells the driver. “We may leave port now.”

“Yes, sir.” The man leaves us alone and closes the office door behind us.

“Leave port?” I frown.

“Yes,” he says casually as he stands and goes to the bar. “What would you like to drink?”

I swallow the lump in my throat, seeing I’m leaving port with a taken man and I have a boyfriend, ho juice sounds good. “I’ll have a Diet Coke please.”

“Take a seat.” He smiles. “Make yourself comfortable.”

I awkwardly sit down at his desk as I look around, there is nothing remotely comfortable about being here. “I thought we were meeting in your office?”

“We are in my office.” He passes me my Diet Coke and sits back down behind his desk; he has a glass of amber liquid with ice in a crystal tumbler.

“This is your office?”

“Uh-huh.” He takes a sip as his eyes hold mine. “One of them, I have many.”

“Just how rich are you?” I frown as I look around.

“I do okay.” A trace of a smile crosses his face as he leans back in his chair.

“Your version of okay and my okay are not the same okay.”

“Okay.” He does smile this time; his eyes linger on my face. “You look lovely.”

My fingers tighten around my handbag on my lap. “Thanks.”

He’s wearing a navy suit and a cream shirt; his dark hair has a bit of a curl to it and that damn square jaw is here to taunt me. But it’s the big blue eyes that steal my breath. There’s no denying he’s a beautiful-looking man.

“So….” He traces circles with his finger on the desk. “Where shall we start?”

I shrug. “I’m not sure.”

“Hmm.” He rolls his lips as he watches me and I would pay good money right now to be able to read his mind. “Tell me about your situation.”