Hooked by Christine Manzari

Author:Christine Manzari [Manzari, Christine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Amazon: B00REQ9FAE
Barnesnoble: B00REQ9FAE
Goodreads: 24285301
Publisher: Christine Manzari
Published: 2015-01-28T05:00:00+00:00

Thirty minutes later, I forced myself to walk down the hall to Huck’s office and knock on his door. He was on the phone, but he motioned for me to come in and sit in the chair across from him. The food was still in bags in the middle of the desk. After closing the door behind me, I started unloading the food.

“December 20th. Got it. Yes. I’ll be sure to tell her,” he said, looking up at me. “I don’t think that’ll be a problem,” he promised. “Okay. I’ll speak with you tomorrow.” He hung up the phone. “Hey, Maverick. Hope you’re hungry.”

“Hey, Stone. Hope that OJ is freshly squeezed,” I said, nodding toward the drink in question.

“Hey sweet thing, set them buns down here,” he said, once again quoting Superman II, the scene where General Zod and Ursa (the convicts from Krypton) enter a redneck bar. Huck was smiling and there was a wicked gleam in his eyes as he patted his lap.

I had to fight the urge to do just what he asked, even though he was just continuing our movie quoting game from before. Instead, I sat my buns in my own chair and put my elbow on his desk. “Let’s just hold hands,” I countered, proving my superiority in movie quoting by giving him the next line.

He leaned forward and grabbed my hand as if we were going to arm wrestle. “Let me know if this tickles,” he growled, delivering the next line perfectly.

“All right, all right,” I said, pulling my hand out of his and dusting it off as if he’d given me cooties. “Mercy. You win. No more quoting Superman II.”

“Good,” he said, smiling. “I was hoping you weren’t going to have to break my arm.”

“Don’t tempt me,” I warned him, shaking my hamburger in his direction.

“I don’t get you, Cat,” he said, dropping all attempts at humor. “One minute you hate me, the next minute you like me, and then you hate me again.”

“I don’t hate you,” I admitted. I took another bite of the hamburger to keep from telling him the truth. Of course I didn’t hate him. In fact, I liked him so much it scared me.

“Then why did you—” he started.

“I started sketches for the Hoffman Conference Opening Gala this morning. I should have several designs by the end of the week.”

He frowned at my attempt to change the subject, but he allowed me to spend the next forty-five minutes briefing him on all of my projects. Most of the information he knew already since I’d kept him up-to-date with my progress, but I told him again anyway because it prevented him from asking me personal questions. With fifteen minutes of our lunch hour left, I started to run out of things to talk about. I was terrified he’d ask me why I’d done what I had after the Legends Record party. It was a moment of weakness that I both loved and hated myself for. I had to stay strong and not let him know how much I wished things could be like that all the time.

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