Prince of Midtown / Marriage, Manhattan Style. Jennifer Lewis
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fine gray wool draped his powerful physique. She should heave a sigh of relief that at least she didn’t have to tear her gaze from his impressive biceps.
Right now she was too damn angry to care.
She laid her company PDA on the desk. “I’m moving to California in two weeks. If you prefer, I can leave immediately.”
Sebastian muttered a curse, but still didn’t look up. He flipped over a page of the report she’d put together and traced a column of numbers with a sturdy finger.
Tessa blinked, struggling to keep her breathing under control.
After all this time she was another office fixture, like the Aeron chair, the platinum penholder or the rack of servers. A simple, functional object without a will of its own.
“Goodbye.” Her voice shook as she took a step toward the door. She had to climb over one of the cardboard crates of dusty papers that had consumed most of this last month, including three solid weekends. She’d given enough of her life in service to the Crown of Caspia.
“Where are you going?”
Sebastian’s voice rattled the antique floor-to-ceiling windows that flooded the nineteenth-century brownstone with light.
“If you’d cared enough to listen, you’d know I’m leaving for California!” She’d never raised her voice to him before.
Sebastian put the file on the leather surface of the desk. “Tessa, you can’t be serious?”
“Why not?” She wished her voice didn’t sound so whiny and uncertain.
“Because I need you.”
Spoken in his deep voice, the words echoed through her.
She steadied herself with a hand on the door frame.
If only he did need her, not just a faceless assistant who took care of everything so efficiently that she rendered herself invisible.
But he didn’t. He had celebutantes and supermodels and starlets from Hollywood to Bollywood hurling themselves at him every minute of the day.
She should know. She fielded their calls.
“Tessa.” He stepped toward her, skillfully negotiating an open box of papers. “You do realize I’d be lost without you.”
His eyes fixed on hers with penetrating intensity. Large, dark and slightly almond shaped, those eyes had the power to make her do almost anything.
Her toes curled inside her shoes.
He’s just saying it to stop you from leaving him in the lurch.
Still…
She lifted her chin. “I’m turning thirty in a month.” She hesitated. Her personal life wasn’t his business.
“What does that have to do with anything?”
Typical. Why would he care that she wanted a husband, children, a real life?
No need to mention that, she told herself. Better to leave with a shred of dignity. “It’s time for a change.”
“Tessa.” He crossed his arms and stared at her. “If you were dissatisfied with your position in any way, you should have come to me immediately. Is it your job title? Your salary? We’ll change them right now.”
“It’s neither of those things.”
She hesitated, anxious not to reveal that he was part of the reason she needed to leave.
Sebastian Stone, christened The Prince of Midtown by the New York tabloids who tracked his every bold move, was a constant reminder of everything she was missing.
Especially since he barely knew she was alive.
“I feel as if I’m stuck in a rut. My life is slipping through my fingers…” Could she come up with anything that wasn’t a soggy cliché?
“And California is the golden land of opportunity?”
“I know it isn’t, but I need to shake things up.” She shrank from his forceful black gaze and paced across the room. Her heart hammered beneath her designer dress.
“What’s the job you’ve been offered?”
She shoved her hair behind her ear. “I don’t have a job lined up yet. I’m sure I can find one when I get there.”
“Then why California? You’re not running off after some man, are you?”
Tessa froze. Her stomach lurched. “There is someone, yes.”
Sebastian hesitated. An unfamiliar sensation crept over him. “I didn’t know you were seeing someone.”
“Well.” Tessa blinked. “You’re my boss.”
“But we’re friends, too, are we not? You could have told me you were being swept off your feet and were preparing to run away and desert me.”
“You’ve been in Caspia for the last three months. I haven’t seen you.”
True.
“And it’s not as if he’s asked me to marry him or anything, so there wasn’t that much to tell.” She shoved a hand into her hair. Long, golden hair. Rumpled, as if she’d been running her fingers through it all day.
Unexpected desire mingled with the irritation in his blood. “So he’s asked you to move clear across the country for him, but he’s not even proposed to you?”
Her high-boned cheeks colored. “No. It’s not like that.”
“Who is this man?”
Tessa blew out a breath. “His name’s Patrick Ramsay. He’s a lawyer.” She picked up a paperweight off the desk and held it poised in her elegant fingers. “We’ve been seeing each other for a few months. He’s joining a practice in L.A. and, two days ago, he asked me if I’d like to move there with him.”
“And you said yes?” Disbelief and indignation made him splutter.
She spun on her long, slender legs and strode across the room. “I told him I had to think about it. Now I’ve thought about it.” She kept her face turned away from him. “And I’ve decided it’s just the change I need.”
“You’re wrong.” He’d never been so sure of anything.
She turned to face him, her green eyes wide. “I feel bad leaving, especially now that you’ve taken over Caspia Designs. I know there’s a lot of work to do. But what if this is my one chance?”
Her voice rose to a high note that tugged at something in his chest. How could such a beautiful and talented woman be willing to throw her whole life away on a gamble?
“The name Patrick Ramsay rings a bell.” An alarm bell.
“He’s quite well known. He represented Elaina Ivanovic in her divorce from her husband Igor.”
Sebastian’s hackles shot up. “The divorce lawyer?” He’d seen that smarmy hustler on TV. Patrick Ramsay didn’t know the meaning of the term low blow.
She nodded, jerked her imploring gaze from him and started across the far end of the room. “He’s very nice, really. Busy, as you’d expect, but kind and thoughtful and—Oh!”
She tripped on an open box and sprawled forward. Adrenaline surged through Sebastian and he leaped across the room. “Are you hurt?”
“No! I’m fine. How silly of me.” She blushed charmingly as he helped her up, her hand hot inside his.
On her feet, she pushed her hair back. “It’s my fault for leaving these boxes everywhere. I’ll stack them against the wall before I go.”
“You’ll do no such thing.”