Ross leaned back in his chair, studying her without an ounce of hesitation.
His big presence was overwhelming, but his tone carried a casual ease, as though what he was about to say was the most natural thing in the world.
"So," Ross began, his lips curving into a confident smile. "I'm quite interested in you, Carrie."
Her heart skipped a beat.
He let the words linger for just a second before cutting straight to the point, his directness sharp enough to make her breath catch.
"What's it going to take for me to get your number?"
He didn't waste time with small talk, with empty pleasantries.
He wasn't like the boys at school who tried awkwardly to impress her with cheap tricks or clumsy flirting.
Ross Oakley was a man who knew what he wanted, and when he wanted it, he asked without fear.
Carrie froze, her mind spinning.
The man across from her wasn't just anybody—he was Ross Oakley.
