Pillow Talk. Kathleen O'Reilly

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      Look out your window.

      Adam

      Nooo.

      She turned and stared out her window that faced into the interior of the building. Sure enough, across the atrium, directly in her line of vision, stood Adam. Without a jacket. Looking wonderfully awake and full of pep. He waved at her.

      She waved back. With all the enthusiasm of a turkey in November.

      He wanted the preliminary third-quarter figures? Fine. She printed out a copy of the spreadsheet that she’d put together, took a cup of coffee and made her way to his office.

      His door was open, so she didn’t bother to knock. She noted that he had been given one of the bigger offices, bigger than hers. Petty, very petty, but still it ticked her off. Jessica put the paper down on his desk and turned to leave.

      “Miss Barnes, just a minute. I have some questions,” he said, the hint of some genteel Southern up-bringing in his voice.

      Of course he had questions. Jessica pulled up a chair and took a sip of hot coffee. That improved her mood significantly. She hadn’t been sleeping well recently. Mostly worrying about her job, but every now and then those steamy dreams reared their prurient heads. Those were the ones that made her nervous.

      She slid an inch away from him. Not that it helped. She could still smell his cologne, could still feel his warmth, even from where she sat. Just to be safe, she slid an inch farther.

      As if he knew her thoughts, Adam turned his head and looked at her.

      She smiled in return, a smile that wasn’t going to reach her eyes, but she was determined to make the effort. Be professional.

      Then he fired off his questions. How comfortable was she with the European prospects? Did they consider the number from the telecommunications sector viable? Each time he asked, she answered, confident of the data.

      At long last, he leaned back in his chair, apparently satisfied. “You do a great job.”

      She nodded her head, acknowledging the compliment. She had worked her rear off to get where she was. At last she had found a place where she belonged, a place where she could do something good. It was easy to do a great job now. “I’ve been at Hard-Wire since the early days of the product plan. I don’t want anything to happen to this company.”

      Her nose began to tickle and she held up a finger, before eventually the sneeze erupted. He handed her a tissue.

      “Like the possible acquisition.” It wasn’t a question.

      She stuffed the tissue in her pocket, stalling more than anything. There was a time for honesty and a time for tact. Carefully she studied his face, his cool eyes expressionless. Eventually she shrugged. Honesty was her style. “Yes. JCN is too big and cumbersome. Hard-Wire will lose its competitive edge. The speed to market.”

      “But JCN can give you the brand name and stable image you need.”

      Jessica stiffened her spine. She had heard the rationale. “We shouldn’t be having this discussion.”

      “Probably not, but I’m interested in why you’re so opposed. Everyone else is walking around with a satisfied smile, planning for that new car they’re hoping to buy.” He took a pen and tapped it on the desk, the sound carrying in the quiet room. “Sounds like a disconnect to me. Maybe you see something that JCN doesn’t.”

      Jessica stood, coffee in hand. Retreat was the best solution. “I’ll leave now.”

      “Before you go, I’ve got one more thing.”

      “What?”

      “Our bet.” He pulled out a thick, leather-bound volume. “I’m assuming you’ll believe the U.S. government?”

      She hedged, staring at the defeat he held in his hand. “Not always.”

      “There.” He opened the book to the bookmark and ran one finger down to the middle of the page. She edged behind him, trying to ignore his cologne, trying to pretend she wasn’t studying the thick dark waves that settled so nicely against his neck. “Seventy-five percent of those people who are married have never been divorced. People who’ve been divorced tend to get divorced again. It’s a common misinterpretation of the actual facts.”

      When he turned in his chair, she realized she was closer than comfort demanded. His arm brushed against her leg, just a touch, probably an accident. An accident that nearly spilled her coffee. She took a long, steadying breath. Easy, girl.

      “I owe you a dollar. I don’t have one with me, but I’ll make sure you’re paid before the end of the day.”

      His smile turned sly. “You can owe me.”

      She wanted to be offended. She wanted to step back and play the outraged female. But her nerve endings had plans of their own. Still and frozen, she was determined to persevere. “You win this round, Taylor.”

      For a moment his eyes softened. “You like to win, don’t you, Barnes?”

      She’d lost one too many times in her life. “Everyone does.”

      Then the shutters fell, the softness was gone. “A class act knows when to throw in the towel, too.”

      He meant Hard-Wire. He meant preparing for the inevitable. But for her that meant defeat. First they’d have to pry the office badge from her cold, dead hands. She sneezed. “I’ll take the next round.”

      The arrogant man shrugged. “If there is a next round.”

      “Of course there will be. Good day, Mr. Taylor.” She turned to leave, slamming the door behind her.

      JESSICA’S 11:00 A.M. staff meeting dragged on forever. She couldn’t wait to escape the confines of the building, and lunch with Mickey would go a long way to reestablishing her peace of mind.

      She hoped.

      When she made it to the small burger place just outside the Loop, Mickey was already seated. After they ordered, the talk was innocent and free of Mickey’s mind tricks. They discussed her new project at the research lab, the Cubs, and made plans for the weekend. Just when Jessica started to relax, blitzkrieg began.

      “You’re uptight, J. More so than usual. It’s Taylor, isn’t it?”

      Jessica chose the easy answer. “He’s the enemy, Mick. JCN.” Her voice fell soft. “They’d eliminate my position. Strike that—they’d eliminate the whole finance department.”

      “You don’t know that. Besides, the stock options would help you weather the storms.”

      Jessica knew she’d make a little money on a buyout, but that was small comfort. She wanted VP. And her experience wasn’t strong enough to be VP at anyplace but Hard-Wire. Being without a job, talking to headhunters, networking. The whole process put a huge rock in her stomach.

      And made her sneeze. She searched her purse for a tissue.

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