Sunlight bounced off glass and steel, almost blinding Cal as he crossed the busy street and made his way to the front of the Markham building. Even now, with 50 floors of offices staring back at him, Cal still couldn't believe Cassie was inside. It made him realize he'd probably underestimated her in more ways than one.
Like that last summer at the beach.
Cal worked hard that year to convince his boss to let him join the lifeguard team. Eighteen and just out of school, it was his first real job. He had something to prove to himself as well as a father who expected him to join the family business and dig holes for the rest of his life. Maybe that was why he made a dumb rookie mistake that first day and ended up being saved by Cassie instead of the other way around.
With long blonde hair and legs that wouldn't quit, there were times Cal felt like he'd been hit by a rogue wave whenever he'd look into those blue eyes of hers. He knew that first day he was drowning but somehow it didn't matter as long as she saved all her smiles for him.
Leaving the sunlight behind, Cal stepped into the cool interior, passed the receptionist's third degree, and rode the elevator up to the thirteenth floor. It was just like Cassie to choose an unlucky number on which to build her empire. She was like that. Fearless and strong-willed, nothing stopped her from going after something she wanted. Cal was beginning to wonder if it was foolish of him to look her up after all these years. He didn't even know if the now world famous CEO of Markham Enterprises would even remember a skinny kid from all those summers ago. What Cal hoped she wouldn't remember were the stupid accusations he threw at her before storming out of the apartment their last night together.
The elevator doors slid open to a room elegantly furnished with rich Persian rugs and antique furniture that must have cost Cassie a fortune. Heck, the furniture alone was probably worth more than Cal made in a year as head foreman of his father's construction company. The beginning of what suspiciously felt like butterflies in his stomach almost made Cal turn around before he made a fool of himself. Suddenly, a door to an alcove opened and Cassie stepped into the room.
She hadn't changed in the twenty years since they'd last seen each other. A silky blonde chignon rested on the collar of her expensive Armani suit. Long legs Cal remembered oh too well peaked out from the skirt hugging Cassie's slender body. Only her eyes were different. Those eyes used to smolder with the promise of pleasures to come. Now, they were darker than Cal remembered and were filled with cautious suspicion. Had he caused that look? And was that fear he saw lurking in the depths of those blue pools threatening to drown him again?
This was going to be harder than he first thought.