past time for PG to have some new blood running the organization. Even though Josh was unhappy with their traditional values, he was still proud to be a member of Prescott George. The Moguls continued to do good work by providing college scholarships to less-fortunate students and funding to inner-city organizations. Honoring an organization such as The Aunt Penny Foundation was just icing on the cake. Being in charge of charity outreach and public relations for PG meant that Josh was able to make an impactful difference in the lives of others.
The gala could be the turning point Prescott George needed. Not only that, but The Aunt Penny Foundation would reap the benefits. Josh knew that Becca was skeptical, but he had no doubt in his mind that gaining media coverage would bring the foundation to the next level.
Josh yawned and took a long stretch before turning on his side on the sofa. He was more restless than he had been in months. Ever since he was a kid, he’d experienced nervous energy. His parents had noticed that he’d often had a difficult time concentrating on one thing at a time, but had thought it was something he’d grow out of. Josh could still remember all the doctor’s appointments when they were trying to diagnose him with attention deficit hyperactivity disorder. It had taken years for his teachers and parents to realize that he wasn’t suffering from ADHD, but rather wasn’t being challenged enough in school. His IQ was considerably higher than that of the average student his age and he was able to skip two grades.
Usually, Josh would call a woman he often contacted when he was in LA to see if she wanted to stop over and help ease his restlessness. Strangely enough, after a night like he’d had, there was only one person he wanted to see.
Without thinking about it, he pulled out his phone and began scrolling through the contacts on his Skype app until he found Becca’s contact information. Being that it was early in the morning, he didn’t expect her to answer, but surprisingly she did. And from the looks of it, she was wearing what he assumed was her normal work attire.
“Hello, Becca. I’m glad you answered.”
“Hello, Josh.” The way she’d said his name sounded a lot friendlier than the look she was currently giving him. “You didn’t strike me as the type to give 4:00-a.m. wake-up calls. Is everything okay? Are you calling about the questions I had regarding the paperwork?”
Shoot. Josh had seen her email come through about twelve hours ago and had been unable to review her questions. Typically he wouldn’t reach out to someone until he had answers for them.
“I’m sorry. I just got out of a consecutive forty-eight-hour meeting, so I haven’t gotten a chance to look at the email you sent yet.”
Becca leaned out of the screen and returned covering her mouth, obviously chewing. “I understand. Please excuse my chewing. I haven’t eaten for hours and I just got home from work not too long ago. I haven’t even been to sleep yet.”
“Wow! I didn’t know charity work could keep you up until the wee hours of the morning.”
Becca frowned. “I guess in your world, Mr. DeLong, what I do is of little importance and couldn’t possibly keep me up at this ungodly hour.”
Ouch. He was usually a lot smoother with the ladies. “Once again, I find myself apologizing to you, Becca. I misspoke. It wasn’t my intention to offend you. What I meant to say was that I’m curious about what you do at the foundation and I’d be interested in learning more. I can tell you’re very dedicated.”
“I am very dedicated, Mr. DeLong.” Her mouth clenched. “I’m intelligent too, so I know very well what you meant.”
Josh didn’t mean to laugh, but the way she was formally addressing him proved that in the course of twenty seconds he’d managed to piss her off. “I must say, Becca, it usually takes longer than a few seconds for me to rub someone the wrong way.”
“I’m sure your charm may work on most. However, you can’t insult me and then assume that an apology will make me forget those words ever came out of your mouth.”
“Jeez,” Josh said, still laughing. “Tough crowd.”
He watched the line in her forehead indent even more than it had seconds prior. Although she was annoyed with him, there was something cute about the way her nose crinkled when she frowned.
“Maybe I’m overreacting a little.”
Josh raised an eyebrow. “Just a little?”
“It’s been a long day, so I’ll just blame my mood on lack of sleep.”
“No worries. I should have thought about what I said before I said it. But as you stated, it’s been a long day.”
“Speaking of a long day, I was about to finish my food and go to bed. Is there anything I can help you with beforehand?”
Josh usually thought quickly on his feet, but there was something about Becca that made him pause and really think about the words he said next. “I don’t mind if you eat while we chat. I didn’t want to speak to you about anything in particular.”
She looked skeptical, but took another bite of her food. Josh liked the way her mouth moved. She was a slow chewer, which made the movement of her mouth downright hypnotizing.
“I’m being honest. I called you because I was exhausted, and for some reason you’re the only person I wanted to talk to. So if you need to hang up, it’s fine.”
If they hadn’t been on Skype, he wouldn’t have gotten a chance to see her almond-shaped eyes widen and her lips slightly open in surprise.
For a couple minutes, neither of them said anything. Josh welcomed the silence and took the moment to observe Becca more closely; she appeared to be observing him, as well. Staring into a woman’s eyes for more than a minute—especially one whom he’d just met—wasn’t a regular occurrence for Josh. As cocky as it sounded, when he set his sights on a woman, looking deeply into each other’s eyes for an extended period of time wasn’t a part of the deal. It tended to send women the wrong message and then they got attached too quickly. Yet Josh felt as though he could look into Becca’s light brown eyes all night.
Even though she was fatigued, her warm golden-mocha complexion glowed under the dim lighting of what he assumed was her bedroom. He could only see the edge of a white pillow propped behind her back and the corner of what appeared to be a nightstand where her plate of food was sitting. When Becca adjusted herself, displaying a little more of her clothing, Josh forgot about the pillow as his eyes dropped to her blouse, which was slightly open.
It wasn’t gentlemanlike to look down a woman’s shirt, but in his defense he hadn’t expected the top two buttons to be undone. He’d expected her blouse to be buttoned all the way to the neck, the way it had been in all the photos he’d seen of her.
He must have been staring too long, because Becca glanced down at her shirt and then proceeded to cover up her chest as if she was exposing too much skin. Josh hadn’t even seen a hint of cleavage, but he assumed it was still more than Becca wanted him to see. When she met his eyes, she shook her head at him.
“What?” he asked, feigning innocence.
“Nothing,” she said, taking another bite of her food. This time when she chewed, her food must have gone down the wrong pipe because it sent her into a coughing frenzy.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I’m
