“That’s not the point,” he said patiently. “You deserve this, Kylie. It should be you going. Not me.”
She paled, shaking her head in instant denial. “I appreciate the opportunity. I appreciate your confidence in me, Jensen. But you did enough. You let me help with the proposal. That’s enough. I wouldn’t feel comfortable presenting to the higher-ups. That’s your specialty. Not mine. No way I want the responsibility of us losing a contract like this because I’m not experienced enough to pull it off.”
His eyes warmed with understanding and gave her that peculiar shiver she experienced every time he looked at her like that.
“We’ll get you there, baby. Maybe not right now, but in time definitely. I plan to have a long talk with Dash when he returns about your position in this company.”
Her eyes widened. A protest was already forming on her lips but Jensen shushed her with a look.
“You aren’t changing my mind on this.”
Her lips curved into a rueful smile. “All I was going to ask for was a raise—a big one—at my next performance review. I’m afraid that would have used up all my assertiveness for at least a year.”
Jensen chuckled. “You’ll get your raise, and if I have any say, a promotion will come with it. Which means we’ll be in the market for another office manager, because if you’re going to be working more closely with me and Dash, you won’t have time to juggle everything else.”
She frowned at that. She was territorial when it came to the office. It was her domain. She ran it. Organized it. Knew the ins and outs even better than Dash and Jensen. It was she who kept things going smoothly. She liked that she was indispensable. That she had worth.
“You’re better than being an office manager, Kylie. You have a degree. You certainly have the intelligence. All you need is the confidence. Once you gain that, you’ll be an unstoppable force. I guarantee it.”
She flushed again, a warm glow enveloping her. He seemed utterly confident in her abilities, and if he was that confident, shouldn’t she be as well?
“Thank you,” she said softly.
He gave her a smile and she shifted, knowing she’d spent too long in his office when she had other work to be doing.
She turned to go and Jensen’s call stopped her.
“Have a good time with Chessy tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow. Your place. Six thirty.”
It was a reminder of their date. And the way he dropped the casual reminder told her that he likely thought she’d cry off or come up with some excuse.
But she did neither. She turned, making sure her turmoil wasn’t evident in her expression. She answered him as calmly as she could.
“See you at six thirty then.”
NINE
“SO what’s new with you?” Chessy asked as they were seated in their favorite booth at the Lux Café.
For as many times as they ate here and requested the same booth, it ought to have their names engraved on it. The waitstaff was certainly on a first-name basis with all three women and didn’t even ask where they wanted to be seated. They just escorted them to their booth in the corner as soon as they walked through the door.
Kylie took her seat, wondering if Chessy could see her every thought. Because typically Kylie never had anything “new” to share. She always just listened to whatever was going on with Joss and Chessy and responded to whatever they wanted to talk about.
Now that Chessy had forced the focus on her, Kylie was at a loss as to what to do. They were girlfriends, which meant that they were supposed to share intimate details. Secrets. Gossip. Things they wouldn’t share with anyone else. Only Kylie had never really held up her end of the deal.
“Not much,” Kylie said lightly. “Same ole same ole. Work is keeping me busy.”
Chessy studied her, her green eyes gleaming with mischief. “There’s something different about you. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but my first guess would be a man.”
Kylie flushed to the roots of her hair. Good God. Save her from all-knowing and interfering friends. Without Joss, the peacemaker, as a buffer, Chessy would latch onto Kylie’s ass and wouldn’t be able to be pried loose with a crowbar.
“Oh my God, I’m right, aren’t I?” Chessy crowed.
She leaned forward, her eyes alight with mischief and curiosity.
“Spill,” Chessy demanded. “And don’t leave a word out.”
Kylie sighed but at the same time, warmth invaded her veins. This was what having girlfriends was about. She’d never really felt she’d taken advantage of her close friendship with Joss and Chessy because she’d never had anything to share. But now?
The question was whether she wanted to confide in Chessy when she herself had no clue what the hell was going on between her and Jensen.
“I don’t know,” Kylie said honestly.
Concern entered her friend’s eyes. “What’s going on, hon?”
“It’s Jensen,” Kylie blurted.
Chessy’s eyes widened. “Jensen Tucker? As in works-with-Dash Jensen?”
Kylie nodded. “One and the same.”
“Oh my,” Chessy murmured. “Talk about biting off more than you can chew! That guy intimidates me.”
“Join the crowd,” Kylie said ruefully. “I have no idea what the hell he wants from me. But he’s different with me. I mean different than he is with everyone else.”
Chessy grinned. “Well a woman—the right woman—can do that to a man. But explain this different. What do you mean?”
Kylie sighed again, knowing Chessy wouldn’t rest until she dragged every detail out of her.
“We’re going on a date. Tomorrow night. He was specific in saying this was a date. No business talk. Nothing to do with the office. A real date. Oh my God, just saying that makes me freak out.”
“Do you want to go out with him or did he pressure you into something you don’t want?”
Chessy frowned fiercely, clearly going into protective mode. Kylie smiled.
“I agreed. I may need my head examined, but yes, I do want to go out, although we’re not exactly going anywhere. He’s cooking dinner for me at my place. And then we’re going to watch movies. Not exactly an exciting date, huh.”
“It sounds perfect to me,” Chessy said wistfully. “I’m tired of eating out all the time. It seems like Tate is always entertaining a client and he likes for me to be with him when possible. A nice evening at home, alone, him cooking dinner for me and afterward spending the evening on the couch? Heaven.”