The Bachelor's Baby Surprise. Teri Wilson

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      “Thank you.” Evangeline flashed another smile and headed across the marble floor.

      She could do this. The hotel was, in fact, desperate. At least that’s what Colin, one of the study partners in her wine group, had told her when he called to tell her about the job opening. They needed a sommelier, and they needed one fast.

      Surely all the best somms in Manhattan were already employed. Evangeline hoped so. If she had to compete for this job against even one sommelier with actual credentials, she was toast.

      “Hello,” she said to the three other women sitting in the waiting area. Her competition, she assumed.

      Odd.

      Most sommeliers were men, particularly the ones who held wine director titles. At the highest certified level—master sommelier—men claimed 85 percent of the spots.

      All three women swiveled their gazes in Evangeline’s direction, but none of them returned the greeting. The one closest to her—a glossy brunette wearing a blouse that seemed far too low-cut to be considered professional—looked her up and down and finally spoke.

      “Interesting, but I doubt you’re his type.” She sniffed and crossed one tawny leg over the other.

      “I beg your pardon,” Evangeline said.

      His type?

      Whose type?

      And what kind of pervy work environment was this?

      The brunette shrugged. “Just a hunch. There are a lot of us. It’s going to take more than a tasteful pencil skirt and a red lip to stand out.”

      Evangeline blinked and fought the urge to flee.

       Don’t let her get to you. You know wine. She’s probably trying to psych you out.

      It was working. She was desperate, but not desperate enough to use her cleavage to make an impression.

       What am I doing here?

      She should have known this opportunity was too good to be true.

      She stood, ready to bolt, but someone called her name before she could take a step.

      “Miss Holly?” A man in a dark suit extended his hand. “I’m Elliot Ross, the general manager. We spoke on the phone earlier this morning.”

      She shook his hand, relief coursing through her when he kept his gaze firmly focused on her eyes. Not her pencil skirt. “Pleased to meet you.”

      The other women were no longer paying her any attention whatsoever. Things were getting weirder by the minute.

      “The CEO and CFO are conducting the interviews upstairs in the restaurant. If you’ll come with me, we’ll get things underway.” Elliot Ross waved her toward the shiny gold elevator doors.

      Evangeline followed.

      Once inside the elevator, he pushed the button marked Rooftop. “We appreciate your willingness to come on such short notice. The CEO is keen to fill this position as soon as possible.”

      Thank goodness. “I’m available to start right away.”

      “Excellent. You’re the last of the candidates to be interviewed this afternoon, and I’m afraid I neglected to include your name on the list. Do you have a résumé?”

      She’d hoped to avoid having to talk about her qualifications. A pipe dream, obviously. Couldn’t she just talk about wine? She was good at that, regardless of what her résumé indicated.

      “Here.” She handed him a copy of her qualifications, minimal as they were.

       Shake it off. This job is perfect for you.

      Then the elevator doors swung open, and Evangeline realized she had something much more important to worry about than her lack of experience. Correction: someone.

      Someone who’d been naked in her bed the last time she’d seen him, unless spotting his face on all those magazine covers counted.

      Someone named Ryan Wilde.

       Chapter Three

      What was happening?

      What was Ryan Wilde, her one-night stand, doing at her job interview—the most important job interview she’d ever had?

      “Miss Holly, thank you for coming.” Another man—the only man in the room she hadn’t slept with—had spoken. She’d nearly forgotten he was there. Every bit of awareness in her body was focused squarely on Ryan. “I’m Zander Wilde, CEO of the Bennington.”

      “It’s lovely to meet you,” she said.

      At least that’s what she thought she said. She wasn’t sure what words were actually coming out of her mouth.

      Zander cleared his throat, and Evangeline realized she wasn’t even looking at him. He was talking to her, and she was staring right past him, fixated on Ryan.

      She couldn’t seem to tear her gaze away from Ryan’s chiseled face. He seemed even more handsome than she remembered. How was that possible? She swallowed—hard—and tried to figure out what was different about him.

      He was a bit cleaner cut, for one thing. The dark scruff that had lined his jaw the last time she’d seen him was gone. Naturally. He’d probably woken up in his own bed, in his own apartment, where he’d shaved with his own razor.

      He was also wearing glasses, which unfortunately failed to lessen the effect of his dreamy blue eyes. In fact, they looked even bluer behind the square cut black frames. Forget-me-not blue.

      Zander cleared his throat again, louder this time. “Do you two know each other?”

      “No,” she blurted.

      Ryan simultaneously said, “Yes, we do.”

      Zander glanced back and forth between them. “Which is it? Yes or no?”

      She’d just told a bald-faced lie. The interview was off to a stellar start.

      “Actually...” She took a deep breath and tried to figure out a way to change her answer that wouldn’t make her sound like a crazy person.

      “Actually, it seems I’m mistaken,” Ryan said smoothly. “We don’t know one another. Forgive me... Miss Holly, is it?”

      He offered her his hand, and she had no choice but to take it.

      “Yes, that’s correct.” Her voice sounded breathier than it should have, and СКАЧАТЬ