Her Best Match: A Romantic Comedy (The Best Girls Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

were. She felt her face flush and fought to gain control of the situation.
    “I’m surprised to see you here, Mr. Gherring. Are you checking on your property?”
    “No, Ms. Best. In fact, I live here.”
    “Here? Wow, I bet your apartment’s bigger than mine.” She blushed scarlet as he raised his eyebrows. Why couldn’t she learn not to speak around this man?
    “Is there something wrong with your apartment? Is it too small for your liking?”
    “No, not at all. That’s not what I meant. I, uh, I just meant that I expected you’d live some place really big and fancy since you’re so rich…” She paused, trying to think of something more diplomatic to say, but she failed completely.
    The corners of his mouth twitched up slightly, and his dimples peeked out. “I’m so glad I ran into you, Ms. Best. I need you to make some travel arrangements for me. It really can’t wait until Monday.”
    “Oh, I thought Katie would be handling things until Monday.” She was suddenly terrified to be given an assignment so early without Katie’s help.
    “Yes, I could call Ms. Carson, if that’s what you prefer, Ms. Best. I simply thought not to trouble her on the weekend since she’s so busy planning the wedding. But if you want, I’ll call her and ask her to come over tonight.”
    “Oh no. I don’t want you to bother Katie, I mean, Ms. Carson. I can do it. Do you have the information with you in your briefcase? I’ll just take it, now. I can exercise later.”
    “No, I don’t have the information here. I’ll have to get it from my computer.”
    The elevator had stopped on the eighteenth floor, and she was standing in the doorway as the elevator doors tried repeatedly to close.
    “I think the elevator is getting angry. I’ll get off here and wait for an elevator to go back down to my apartment. I just need to figure out how to login on the wireless. Do you know the password offhand? Never mind,” she rambled. “I’ll figure it out.”
    She turned and stepped out of the elevator to let the doors close and felt a shock as he touched her elbow. She jumped and twirled to see him standing, braced against the agitated elevator door.
    “Ms. Best, I think it would be easier if you came up so I could explain to you exactly what I need.”
    “Up? To your place?” Did her voice sound squeaky?
    “Yes, Ms. Best. My computer’s in my apartment—in my ‘big, fancy’ apartment.”
    She froze. Go up to his apartment? Of course it didn’t mean anything. Surely Katie went to his apartment all the time to get work assignments or deliver things or whatever. After all, she was his personal executive assistant.
    “Uhmm, Ms. Best? Are you coming? I think this elevator may have progressed from angry to furious.”
    “Oh. Yes, of course. I’m sorry. I was just thinking,”
    She felt herself blush again as she stepped back into the elevator. She was being silly, worrying about his intentions. She was simply naïve. Anyway, Steven Gherring would never be interested in someone like her. There were actresses and supermodels who’d be thrilled to be with him. Her face was radiating heat. How could she think he’d ever be attracted to her?
    She tugged down on the hem of her shorts, willing them to cover a bit more leg. She inspected her legs while pretending to tighten a shoelace. She was certainly glad she’d shaved that morning. Her legs, usually pasty white, had a nice healthy glow thanks to a few sessions of spray tan. Then she spotted a spray streak on her left inner thigh. She adjusted her right leg forward and clamped her legs together to hide the brown stain. This precarious position caused her to lose her balance, and she let out a little gasp.
    “Ms. Best? Are you okay? Are you in pain?” He reached out to steady her. She pulled back so quickly she stumbled the other direction, her bag swinging up and striking his chin.
    “Ouch!”
    “Oh! Oh, Mr. Gherring, I’m sorry!”
    He rubbed his chin. “Ms. Best, I believe