Kade Johnson

I recognized Madison immediately, of course.

But I swear my cock knew she was there before I did.

As soon as the elevator dinged and the door opened, it knew.

I’d always liked the scent of jet fuel, but it had never been a turn on.

Not like that.

It was definitely Madison.

By the time my brain caught up, she’d turned around and walked away. 

My first instinct was to follow her. And I even took two steps forward before my logical brain reminded me that my instinct was eight years out of date.

She’d always been pretty. With a quick smile. 

But the Madison who’d just walked away from me was not pretty. She was drop dead gorgeous.

Long, brunette mermaid hair. That perfect heart-shaped face. Lips that naturally turned up at the corners. 

And a tight black skirt that did everything to remind me what I knew about that body beneath it. 

She was wearing a white button-down shirt tucked into that skirt, revealing her narrow waist. 

I bet I could still wrap my hands around that waist. 

But I worked here now. And she was the boss’s daughter.

I had to keep it together.

And keep it in my pants.

I needed a minute before I walked down to reception to meet up with Quinn.

The last thing I needed was to walk into my new office with a hard-on.

I’d only met Quinn Worthington once and during the interview calls, neither one of us had mentioned my previous relationship with his sister. It was possible he didn’t even remember me from back then. 

Not likely. But certainly possible.

He was younger than I was. Five years? Maybe more.

And when I’d been with Madison, Quinn had been away at a boarding school or some such to prep him for college.

It occurred to me then that Quinn might have hired me without telling Madison.

And if Madison worked here…

I thought she’d be far away from here by now.

I’d seen enough social media updates—not stalking—to know that she’d finished her degree in psychology.

She’d finished it just like she’d set out to do.

Madison completed everything she set out to do. It was one of the many things I admired about her.

Unfortunately, though, it had been the end of our relationship.

We’d decided not to do the whole long distance thing.

I don’t know what she’d been thinking, but I always sort of thought we were on a break. 

I’d dated, of course. It had been eight years after all and a man had needs. 

But I’d never let myself get serious with anyone.

Was it because of Madison?

Not that I would ever admit it.

I turned left and went toward what looked like a lobby. All my interviews and discussions had been via facetime. My reputation was good enough to get me a job anywhere in the industry.

But life happened and I needed to be closer to home.

There was no one at the receptionist’s desk. Quinn was in the glass-walled conference room on the other end of the lobby with two men.

I took a seat on one of the little sofas in the spacious lobby. This whole side of the office had floor to ceiling windows overlooking the tarmac.

I had an involuntary little sense of excitement. This third floor office space was perfect.

I should have known Noah Worthington would do it right. The man had gone from being a commercial pilot—like me—to owning a fleet of small jets. He had started out in Dallas/Fort Worth, but for some unknown reason, he’d moved his main office to Houston.

Rumors suggested it had something to do with his wife Savannah. And apparently they were living in Houston now.

The receptionist must have already left for the day. Not a problem. I didn’t have anything else I had to do today. 

I stretched out my legs and pulled out my iPad. Scrolled idly through my emails.

But. Damn it. I couldn’t concentrate. 

Madison was somewhere in this office. I know she recognized me, but she’d turned walked away.

At the sound of feminine heels coming toward me from the elevator area, I looked up.

And watched as Madison walked straight toward me.

I stood up. Bad idea. 

All the blood had rushed to my cock.

Then she smiled and I nearly came undone.