“She said she’s done,” I cut in wearily. “So it’s done.” He still shot daggers at her open door, so I perked on my toes and kissed his cheek. “I don’t want to waste one more second on Rachel Laraby, Jacob.”
He looked at me, then back at the room, then back again. I could see the conflict in him and I fell a little harder. Jacob Whitmore, the formidable businessman, was geared and ready to knock a starlet down a peg or two. For me.
“If you’re sure…” he said hesitantly.
“I’ve never been surer about anything.” I smiled at Allegra giving me thumbs up and steered Jacob toward the elevators.
Once the doors slid closed, Jacob brought me in close. “You know this conversation is nowhere near finished, right?”
I let out a sigh of content as we landed on the first floor and stepped out of the elevator, hand in hand. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.” I froze, remembering what Rachel said about the paparazzi on the first floor. “Maybe we should get the car to meet us around back?”
Jacob’s brow knitted in confusion. “Around back?”
I nodded. “The photographers...or maybe you can go first then I’ll wait five minutes and join you?”
I released his hand, but he didn’t let mine go. “What better way to take my hat out of the ring for the world’s sexiest bachelor than a picture or two with my beautiful personal assistant?”
I lit up at his reply. “Are you sure?”
His lips spread into a smile. “I love you, Miss Montgomery.” He nodded in the direction of the revolving doors. “Are you sure? Because if you think your world was crazy as my assistant, just wait until you become the woman that stole Jacob Whitmore’s heart.”
The reporters snapped to attention as soon as Jacob and I breezed through the lobby. Flashes erupted as Jacob cycled through the revolving doors. He waited for me to join him, his hand stretched toward mine.
The reporters buzzed excitedly and one question rose above the others.
“Mr. Whitmore? Who’s with you?”
Jacob looked him dead on. “Leila Montgomery. My girlfriend.”