She was not about to let that smug, overly confident male become the center of her existence.
When she emerged, she checked her phone again. She stormed into the bathroom, twisted on the shower and let the water pummel her. The mixture of dread and anticipation that had kept her up half the night was spiked now with anger. What about her job? She needed that job! Her whole life depended on that job. She scrolled down for the rest of the message. He'd need a lot of subtlety to reel her in. Her eyes flew to his face, but he made sure she wouldn't see anything there. 'Thanks.' He let his fingers brush hers as he took the folder. Silently, she pulled a folder out of her briefcase and handed it to him. 'If you send me your resume,' he said casually, 'I'll look it over tonight. 'I want you to have it.' He opened the door and ushered in the bellman. Just like her hair and her warm brown eyes. Even though they'd sat across the aisle from each other in the small jet, whenever she moved, a faint breath of her perfume would tease him. 'I'm moving.' He strode past her, just one inch closer to her than he would have ventured if he didn't want to inhale a whiff of her scent.