there was a part of her—Cathy Jane—that wondered what it’d be like to kiss Tad Randolph, high school superstar. A little experiment to see if all the hype that had surrounded Tad during high school had been accurate.
She was no longer the girl with the baggy clothes and frizzy hair. She was a sophisticated city girl who knew how to make men take notice of her and wasn’t afraid of their attention. At least in the boardroom she knew how to do it.
Life couldn’t get much better, CJ thought. Once she started talking her confidence returned and she realized that even if Tad recognized her it wasn’t the end of the world.
“I know you had a long-standing relationship with Tollerson but together we can take P.T. Xtreme Sports to the next level,” she said.
“Very impressive. We’ll be making our decision at the end of the week,” Tad said, wrapping up her presentation.
He had a few words with Butch as CJ cleaned up her presentation boards. Not bad, she thought. She’d made it through the presentation and unless she’d missed her guess, P.T. Xtreme Sports was going to be the newest account in her impressive portfolio.
“Great job, CJ,” Butch said.
“Thanks, Butch.”
Butch walked out of the room and CJ felt like doing the Snoopy dance of joy.
Slowly the conference room emptied leaving only herself and Tad. Why was he still here?
Nervously, she tugged at the hem of her suit jacket. “I’m really impressed with you, CJ Terrence.”
“Thanks,” she said. She should just clear the air, tell him they’d gone to high school together and then put it behind her.
He moved closer. There was something sensual in his eyes. Was he attracted to her? He quirked on eyebrow at her as she took a half step backwards.
“Am I scary?” he asked.
“No.”
He smiled at her and closed the gap she’d just opened with her retreat. She tried to reassure herself that he wasn’t stalking her. If she wanted to she could back away and give herself more space. But she didn’t want to. He smelled good. Closing her eyes she inhaled deeply.
He took her hand again rubbing his thumb over the back of her knuckles. “Are you sure we haven’t met before?”
Oh, God. Not again. Why hadn’t she run when she had the chance?
What was she going to say? The truth was she didn’t want him to ever look at her and picture the girl she’d been. But having an account manager that lied to you didn’t exactly inspire confidence.
The rubbing motion of his thumb was sending shots of awareness up her arm. Her hand was tingling and if she wasn’t so reluctant to have her past discovered she’d actually enjoy this time with him.
“Well…Ms. Terrence.”
“Well what, Mr. Randolph?” she said pulling her hand away.
Time to take control and get the heck out of the conference room.
“CJ Terrence…CJ…Cathy Jane?” Tad asked.
She was frozen. Unable to think of anything intelligent to say she just nodded.
“Cat Girl, I knew you looked familiar,” Tad said smiling.
Cat Girl…that’s what she’d called herself senior year. CJ wished for a time machine. She wouldn’t travel to the future to see the marvels it held, or to the distant past to visit Regency England. She’d travel back to her first year of high school.
She’d find her old locker and destroy the box of HoHos she’d always kept there. Then she’d give her teenaged self a makeover, pointing out gently that baggy clothes didn’t make her look slimmer and finally giving her teenaged self the one piece of advice no one else had given her but someone really should have—never call yourself Cat Girl.
Even if you meant it tongue-in-cheek, some day when you’re almost thirty it will sound humiliating and not funny.
Alas, there was no time machine and she’d just have to muddle through this as best she could. Tad Randolph didn’t own the only large sporting goods chain looking for representation, she could find another one. Of course, by then Paul Mitchum, another ad executive, would have beaten her to the punch and her career with Taylor, Banks and Markim would be down the drain. CJ wished that the floor would open up and swallow her.
“That was a long time ago,” she said at last. “I’m not that person anymore.”
“Why didn’t you say something sooner?” he asked.
“Come on Tad, honestly would you want Cathy Jane from Auburndale to represent your company?”
“You’re not that woman anymore,” he said.
“No, I’m not,” she said. She met his gaze. His gray-green eyes had always fascinated her. There was more reflected there now than intelligence and fierce will. Now she saw a man with life experience. A man who tempted her to forget what she’d learned about men and maybe risk her heart on the gamble that this guy would be the one who’d never leave.
“I’ve got to get back to work.”
“I won’t keep you.”
She gathered her presentation case and walked out of the conference room without looking back.
“CJ?”
She glanced over her shoulder at him.
“Have dinner with me?” he asked.
“Oh, Tad. I can’t.”
“Why not? Come on, Cathy Jane, for old time’s sake.”
“It’s CJ now.”
She was tempted but knew that nothing good came from dwelling on the past. Besides, Tad had been the reason why she’d moved away from Auburndale. After she’d overheard him talking about her to his friends she’d realized that she needed to start over where no one knew her.
And Chicago had seemed the right place for that. Except she’d learned that running away meant nothing unless you changed, too. She’d been the same shy, awkward girl until Marcus had left and forced her to take stock of her life.
She didn’t really know how to handle men one-to-one. She started to shake her head.
“I know you’ve changed but we were once friends and I’d like to take you to dinner.”
She couldn’t stop her smile. They had been friends. He’d been the only kid her age in the neighborhood that summer they’d both been twelve—popularity and weight hadn’t mattered. They’d ridden their bikes all over the city and spent all their time together. She’d forgotten those days.
There was a part of Tad that was very dear to her. Not the teenaged boy who’d been more concerned about his image than her feelings, but the friend she’d had when she’d first moved to the ridiculously small town of Auburndale. “You’re bigger than you used to be.”
She blushed when she realized how ridiculous that sounded.
“Geez, thanks! Come on. Just one meal. What could it hurt?”
She knew she shouldn’t but couldn’t resist the temptation he represented. He’d been her secret teenage crush, and he’d never noticed her as a woman…until now. It was a fantasy and as long as she remembered that she should be fine. “Okay, one dinner but that’s it. We’re probably going to be working together and I don’t want things to get weird.”
“I like your confidence, Cat Girl.”
“Uh, Tad?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t call me that anymore.”
“What’s