My Royal Kidnapper

3

KENNEDY

Oh, my God!

Startling in my seat, I was on my feet as fast as lightning. My hand was on my chest. I thought I was alone with Alessia. Then a deep rich masculine voice just boomed in the office. The tone of authority was strong in his words.

I nearly lost my footing. The tall man—taller like the skyscraper outside the window in a curly dark copper hair touching the collar of his crisp white shirt fitted perfectly on his muscular but not too stuffy figure. His clean-shaven masculine jawline could cut the silence deafening in the room.

But his eyes—damn, the color of a forest.

I cleared my throat. "Hi. I didn't notice Alessia was not alone." Thank God. I got back my footing.

He met me in the middle. His lips were full, gorgeous, and red, spreading into a smile. God, his smile. His whole face lit up like brilliant lights.

"Thayer." He held his hand out—huge and long fingers, veins protruded like a hand used to do hard work.

Nice name.

We stared at each other. My heart just stopped dead in my chest. I felt an unfamiliar feeling as this man broke the gaze and flicked down to my lips.

"Kennedy." I shook his large hand. God the sensation, and there was a distinct possessiveness in his grip.

I thanked God Raoul broke up with me because I felt like I cheated on him for admiring this Thayer guy with green forest eyes. So damn green now he was closer.

My skin warmed. I pulled my hand back when a throat cleared, indicating that we were alone. And for God's sake, I was here with my boss, whom my promotion depend on her.

I opened my mouth to speak, but before my words came out.

"I have a task for you. Think of it as your final test. If you pass it, then the position is yours."

I went back to my seat. Thayer took the seat across mine, crossing his legs like a classy gentleman.

"What is it? Thayer asked.

Alessia's warning look didn't go unnoticed, but I also noticed huge respect filled in her eyes.

"I apologize. I forgot I'm a guest."

"No apology needed." Alessia looked at Thayer before she averted it on me. "You're going to write an article on page thirteen—"

"Page thirteen?" My eyes widened. Page thirteen was for an exclusive interview with award-winning actors, famous players, billionaires, celebrities, royals, and high-ranking officials, but that was not what I applied for.

"In four days, you'll have what you need in your email," she said briefly.

"But I applied for a Senior Editor."

"Yes. You'll take it, or you will be a contributing editor for another two years."

I swallowed down my disappointment.

My face flamed. I could feel Thayer staring at me. I looked at him, and I didn't know why. Maybe I was asking for his opinion. He was staring back at me with an intensity that I'd never seen before. And he was already setting my body on fire.

"Take it." Just two words and I felt like I was ready to give in. Now I'd noticed an accent in his voice. Not Australian or South African, maybe British. "She wouldn't test you if she's not expecting you to pass it, Kennedy."

My name—the way he said it—I felt pretty. And the way he talked—everything about this man was sexy.

I turned my attention to Alessia. "Couldn't wait for it. Thank you."