Alisa clutched her laptop bag as she walked toward the secretary. From the moment she walked into the building she felt underdressed with a heavy stone sat in her belly. The bleached blonde woman looked at her with muddy brown eyes. “May I help you?”
“I have an appointment with Ron Suffington.”
“Oh yes. Your name is on the list. Please have a seat, and he will be right with you.”
“Do you have a lot of people come in who aren’t on the list?”
She nodded. “Tons.”
“With the security below, you would think that wouldn’t happen often.”
“Desperate people will do desperate things,” she said. Her eyes widened just a bit, causing Alisa to turn around and follow her gaze. Her breath caught.
Logan Rider walked up to the desk, towards her. The Logan Rider! Hot comedy and TV star Logan Rider! He towered over her by six inches, and his brown hair looked perfect. He was the reason she faithfully watched Family Insurance for five years. Family Insurance was a quirky family comedy in which Logan’s character ran an insurance company with his bossy sisters and playful brothers after their father ran away to join the circus. She had also watched most of his movies at least one hundred times each; they were her favorite comedies ever created.
Alisa remembered to breathe as he leaned on the counter looking at the secretary. Who had stuck her chest out to show off her goodies. Alisa stopped herself from looking down at her own. They weren’t perfect, but she thought a D cup fit her pretty well.
“I have an appointment with Ron,” he said.
“Of course you do,” she said, batting her eyelashes at him.
He smiled and then looked at Alisa.
Her heart thudded hard in her chest; she thought she would have a coronary right there. How embarrassing would that be? Her mind screamed. He is looking at me! We are sharing the same space. Alisa, you will not swoon!
“Are you Alisa?”
HE KNOWS MY NAME! Her mind screamed. “Yes.” She didn’t stutter. Score one for her.
He stood up straight and put out his hand. “Logan Rider.”
She unclenched her bag and put out her hand. For a second she worried he would notice her hand was clammy or that it shook horribly. But her hand touched his, and he gripped it nicely, his big hand engulfing hers. Again her heart thudded.
Don’t pass out! She screamed to herself.
“Alisa Parson.” Their hands touched, but she was pretty sure she was dreaming. No way would she actually be touching Logan’s hand in real life.
“I love your book, Gateway!”