Moment of Weakness - The Esquire Girls Series - Hailey (Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

‘jump’ and your lawyer says ‘how high?’.
     
    My answer doesn’t deter Jackson. “How ‘bout you tell me what time you finish tonight and I’ll pick you up to go get a drink?”
     
    I lift an eyebrow at him. “Your shift is over. You’re going home.”
     
    He shrugs. “True. But it’s not like I have plans tonight. I don’t mind coming back here to meet up with you.”
     
    I hit the elevator call button before I turn back to face him. “Look, Jackson – you’re a really nice guy, but I’m not interested,” I say as diplomatically as I can.
     
    His expression deflates for just a second and then that big ole smile comes right back. “All I asked you to do was to have a drink with me. I didn’t propose marriage. C’mon! I’m new in town and I don’t know anybody. Show me a good time, Cowgirl!”
     
    His offer seems innocent enough but the last thing I want is to get caught up with a guy like him. If I wanted a cowboy, I would have stayed in Texas.
     
    The elevator door slides open and I step on. “Good night, Jackson.”
     
    He sticks his hand out to hold the door open. “We can just be friends, y’know. Even if I’m not your type – we can be friends.” With that, he lets the door slide shut.
     
    I feel a pang of guilt wrench my chest. After all, this guy did save my butt when I got mugged. It probably wouldn’t hurt to have a drink with him.
     
    I quickly shake the thought from my head. I can’t focus on that right now. I’m here to see Matt. I take a quick glance at my reflection in the mirrored panel of the elevator. I run my hands through my hair and blot the sheen from my nose. I feel like I’m on the verge of making a deeper connection with him.
     
    Maybe after the Charles DuBois meeting tonight, something might happen between me and Matt.
     
    Who knows?

Chapter 9
     
    When I get to the 7 th floor, it was already 7:33. Being a few minutes late shouldn’t be a big deal, but I know that Matt will be pissed. He enjoys being tough on me.
     
    I think it’s an aphrodisiac for him.
     
    Instead of knocking, I slowly crack open the door to conference room three, hoping naively to enter unnoticed and cause the least amount of disturbance to the meeting that I expect is already under way.
     
    But I’m hardly prepared for what I see splayed across the conference room table when I tiptoe in.
     
    My voice gets trapped in my throat. I pull in a loud, air-sucking gasp.
     
    I just stand there with my hand on the doorknob. I can’t think. I can’t move. And I sure as hell can’t pick my jaw up from the floor.
     
    Matt’s custom-tailored suit jacket has been discarded in a heap on the floor. His premium silk tie is in a ball in the corner of the room. His designer trousers are down around his ankles. His perfectly-sculpted ass thrusts hard and fast into the woman on the table, her tiny feet digging into his back.
     
    She glances past his shoulder and sees me. Her face registers with panic.
     
    It’s Anna-Maria. His secretary. On the table. Completely naked.
     
    “Stop. Stop. Matt, stop,” she hisses frantically as she pushes him with all her strength.
     
    He seems dazed and unable to comprehend her sudden change in mood.
     
    Seemingly incapable of constructing a coherent sentence, she points at me as she jumps off the table and scrambles around for clothes to cover her painfully perfect body.
     
    Matt turns and he finally sees me.
     
    The look on his face is one of mild surprise.
     
    Not shame. Not guilt.
     
    The bastard doesn’t even have the decency.
     
    He bends and pulls up his pants at a leisurely pace.
     
    “The client cancelled the meeting,” he says nonchalantly tossing a quick, disinterested glance at Anna-Maria who is scrambling around the room, picking up her clothes. “I sent you an email.”
     
    “Oh.” That’s the only word that comes out of my mouth. I’m still frozen in place. My arms, my legs – they refuse to move. I feel a hot burning in