I sat through the entire meeting in a daze.

The numbers and projections and contract terms floated past me like I was underwater, and all I could think about was Xander's mouth on mine and the way he'd said I wasn't plain.

I was worth looking at twice, an expensive taste.

"Miss Morrison, are you following?"

I blinked at the client, some older man with silver hair and an expensive watch, was staring at me expectantly.

"Yes, of course," I lied, fumbling with my notepad like I'd been taking ...