St. John long sleeve notched-collar suit jacket and its matching short sleeve dress and moaned. Over the last few months, Brooke had begun to dress more casually since she’d taken on a smaller less public role within the company. “This outfit is conservative and professional, just the way Victoria prefers it.”
Brooke removed her robe and pulled her dress over a lace La Perla bra and underwear set. They gave her an added level of confidence and it was her sexy secret...a secret that used to be hers and Brice’s. The thought sent a wave of sadness through her body that she had to immediately shake off before it took root. She slipped her feet into a pair of Christian Louboutin shoes and twirled in the mirror and said, “Welcome back... Some things never change.”
She moved to the bathroom where she pulled her hair up into a tight bun and lightly made up her face. Brooke looked down at the three medicine bottles that sat next to her multi-vitamins and birth control pill and released an audible sigh. “Well, almost...”
“Knock-knock,” Lori called out before she entered the room.
“I’m ready,” Brooke replied, stepping out of the bathroom.
“Wow, you look great.”
“Thanks. Good thing you insisted on the new wardrobe. My old business clothes would have never fit thanks to those fifteen pounds I never intended to lose,” she confessed, walking back into the living room where she poured herself a glass of orange juice.
“Too bad Victoria won’t adopt a more business casual approach at the office.”
“Yeah, too bad.” Brooke tossed back her handful of meds and washed them down with the orange juice.
“The car is here and Damon is already at the office,” Lori advised. Damon Watts was a tax specialist and associate at Brooke’s consulting firm. “That should go over well with Brice.” Brooke grabbed her purse and briefcase. “Let’s go.”
The short ride from Brooke’s hotel to the Kingsley offices was over in what seemed like a blink of an eye. Brooke exited the town car and stood in front of the office, looking up at the fifty-story glass building. “This place makes me feel so small,” she said to herself. In more ways than one.
“I know. You can’t even see the top floors for the clouds,” Lori observed.
“Let’s get this over with.” Both women walked into the lobby with their heels clicking on the black-and-white marble floors, announcing their presence to the guards.
“This place isn’t nearly as busy as I remembered,” Lori stated, as they approached the guard station that sat in front of a giant water wall.
“Of course not—it’s nearly nine. Everyone here starts work between seven and eight,” Brooke explained.
“Good morning, Mrs. Kingsley,” the guard greeted.
Brooke had the urge to turn to see if Victoria or Elizabeth was standing behind her but she knew better. She knew exactly whom the guard was addressing as he smiled down at her. If that wasn’t enough of a giveaway, the tingling that ran down her spine to her private parts most certainly was. “Good morning.”
“Here are your credentials and security pass,” he explained, handing them to Brooke.
“Thank you.”
The guard turned to Lori. “Miss Murphy, I assume?”
“Yes, I’m Lori Murphy.”
“These are for you. Mr. Watt has arrived already.”
“Thank you,” Lori replied, clipping her badge to her jacket.
“Please follow me to the elevators.” The guard swiped his pass in front of the keypad and the elevator door opened. “As a reminder, Mrs. Kingsley, please enter the elevator one at a time.”
Brooke thanked him before they entered. Lori followed her in and when the doors closed, she asked, “What was that all about?”
“Additional security. The doors activate the body-scanning device. That’s why there’s a slight pause before we start moving,” she explained, hitting the buttons to the forty-eighth and fiftieth floor.
“Wow, they take their security around here very seriously.”
“Yes they do. The Kingsleys have a lot to protect,” she mumbled.
“How do you feel?”
Brooke could see the concern written all over Lori’s face. “I’m fine. We’ll be in and out of here in a few weeks and then it’s back to Paris.”
“I still can’t believe you’re moving your base to Paris.”
Brooke shrugged. “With the success of my business, I can work anywhere, so why not France?”
The elevator came to a stop on the forty-eighth floor. Brooke handed her things to Lori. “You not coming?” Lori asked with a deep frown.
“I can’t put this off any longer. I’ll see you in a bit.”
Lori stepped out of the elevator and Brooke plastered on a fake smile, hoping to calm her friend’s fears while she stood and watched the doors close. Brooke knew how worried Lori would be at the thought of her being alone with Brice. Lori understood how Brooke’s unresolved feelings for him could induce a negative physical reaction. However, Brooke also knew that if she didn’t address the very large elephant in the building first thing this morning, her time there would be even more difficult.
* * *
Brice stood in front of his vertical desk that sat on the left side of his traditional mahogany one in front of the wall of windows. He was trying to concentrate on the documents before him but failing measurably. He’d barely gotten four hours of sleep the night before, anticipating seeing Brooke again. It had been three months since she left him and a month since he’d seen her in Paris. Brice was experiencing a whirlwind of emotions, none of which he could seem to bring under control.
“Excuse me, boss,” his beautiful and curvy research assistant interrupted, standing in his doorway.
Brice smiled at the tall and lovely sight before him. A fact that others had pointed out in hopes that he would consider dating her and move on from Brooke. Most people couldn’t see past her beauty to her brilliant mind. “Come in, Amy.”
“Everything’s set up for Mrs. Kingsley and her team’s arrival.”
Amy’s words were like a shot to the gut. He used to love it when people addressed his wife by his last name. Now, hearing it was like nails on a chalkboard. “Thank you.”
“Can I get you anything?”
“Yes, actually.” Brice handed her a list of cases he needed researched. “Those are all relevant to the new pipeline. We need to make sure we cover our bases with the affected communities. We don’t want the EPA back in our lives.”
Amy smiled. “Really? I thought you wanted to handle that project on your own.”
Brice moved to his stationary desk, sat down and fired
