Destined To Fall Read Free

you get rid of some of your frustration. Just say the word and
I’ll have him hook you up,” Quinn says.
    I shake my head. “We’ve spoken about this before. I don’t want a ‘hump and
dump’.” She shrugs nonchalantly as we enter the double doors to our office
building.
“Suit yourself.”
    I look around the lobby of Knight Media and smile. I’ve been the publishing
assistant for almost two years now, since I graduated from college, and wouldn’t
give it up for anything. I worked my ass off to get here. Knight Media is the
second largest media company in the city. It is an umbrella company of sorts,
housing a complementary group of multinational companies specializing in
publishing, digital advertising and film and television production. Quinn is
the editorial assistant for the newspaper division while I work in the book
publishing division. Our CEO, Robert Knight, recently decided to branch out
into digital publishing and gave me the task of putting together a proposal for
the executives. That’s why I can’t be late for any meeting.
    “Holy shit,” I hear Quinn whisper next to me. I look up and follow her gaze
until my eyes land on him.
His black suit fits him flawlessly, his navy blue shirt tucked in just enough to
show a broad chest.
His mop of dark brown hair hangs just above his eyebrows but is styled in
that just-fucked way. “Who’s that?” I ask in a hushed tone, as if the Adonis
over there may hear me.
“That, my sexually frustrated friend,”Quinn sighs, putting her toned arm over
my shoulders. “Is none other than the infamous Kyler Knight.”
    My lips form an ‘Oh’as we watch Kyler being mauled by a drop dead gorgeous
redhead who kisses him unabashedly, giving no mind to the small audience
gathering to watch their embrace. “Who’s the redhead?”
    Quinn frowns and her face contorts into the expression she gets when she’s
about to be a total bitch. “Jessa fucking Price.” My eyebrows shoot up at the
tone of her voice.
“You know her?” I ask.
    “Everybody does. She’s slept with half the people in this city. Our fathers are
friends and our mothers both champion the same charities. I practically grew
up with the bitch.”
    Quinn pulls me towards the elevator, dragging my attention away from the
beautiful couple and back to reality. I check my watch and see that I have exactly ten minutes before my meeting starts. We step into the empty elevator
just as a hand stops the two doors from closing. He steps into the elevator and
the air in my lungs somehow escapes without ever leaving my mouth.
“Quinn,” he greets with a smile. She knows him?
     
“Kyler,” she replies, not returning his friendliness.
    His eyes travel the length of my body, the tiny hairs on the back my neck
standing up, until they lock with mine. I suck in a breath. I know those blue
eyes. He brushes a piece of hair out if his face and I notice that it’s darker than
what I thought. A dark, rich chocolate brown.
“Who’s your friend?” he asks. The question is directed at Quinn but our eyes
never break contact.
    “Cassey Emerson. Cassey, this is Kyler Knight. His father owns Knight Media.”Kyler sticks out his hand and I gingerly mimic his action. His hand is easily three times bigger than mine. It wraps around mine effortlessly, his slightly
calloused fingers brushing up against my soft skin.
“Nice to meet you, Cassey.” His smile widens into a wolfish grin.
“You too,” I squeak. He holds my hand a moment longer than what would be
considered appropriate when meeting someone for the first time.
    The elevator chimes and I drop his hand like it’s burned me. Quinn grasps my
elbow and leads me out onto our floor. Kyler’s eyes stay fixed on me until the
elevator doors close.
“Wipe your mouth, Cass,” she whispers harshly. “You’re drooling and I’m
pretty sure Kyler noticed.”
     
Kyler . Why does that name sound so familiar?
Then it hits me like a freight