Unlikely Venture (The Venture Series Book 1) (3 page)

Two and a half hours later, Jessica shook the hand of her fifth interviewee and escorted him out of the room. She collapsed into a chair and stretched her arms overhead. Was she really only halfway through? This whole experience was grating on her nerves. If she had to listen to any more self-important Stanford undergrads tell her why they were so perfect for the DMC intern program, she was going to scream. Their sense of entitlement was shocking and a little aggravating, to say the least. If they knew she graduated from Boston University—forget the intern program—they’d no doubt tell her how much better equipped they were to do
her
job.

It was time for some fresh air. Jessica grabbed her purse and informed the receptionist that she had to take a call.

Much as she hated to admit it the tingling in her feet intensified with each step. The numbness in her limbs was bad enough. She sighed, recalling the upcoming appointment with Dr. Martin. Would test results indicate that the multiple sclerosis was progressing faster than he expected? The reality was always on the forefront. She’d forever be plagued with uncertainty and fear, not knowing how the disease would affect her long-term
. It’s smarter for me to be on my own right now, to focus on my career. It’s the only thing I have control of anymore. I refuse to deal with another Drew situation. If I don’t let anyone get close, I’ll never get hurt like that again.

She took a few deep breaths of the crisp California air, trying to clear her mind of any negative thoughts.
Just relax, Jess. Concentrate on what’s right within your reach. No stress, just success.
She could almost hear her father’s voice, chanting those very words.

The phone chirped with a text from Charlie, an unwelcome sound yanking her back to reality. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard in mid-reply when a figure about twenty yards away caught her attention.

Hazy memories rushed back with sudden and astonishing clarity.
Oh my God
.
It can’t be…can it?
Despite her excessive consumption of vodka on that night so many months ago, there was no forgetting his face, or body for that matter. It was Paul.

Her heart raced. Jessica wasn’t the type to have a one-night stand; it was never even a consideration. But she’d gotten swept away in a moment of weakness, a final attempt to bury the pain and anger confronting her on a daily basis. Being diagnosed with multiple sclerosis was scary enough, but being cast aside by the man she was supposed to
marry
drove her over the edge.

That lying bastard Drew abandoned his promise to love her for better or worse, in sickness and in health. He couldn’t deal with the unknowns surrounding her illness, so he broke off their engagement. Just like that, with no regard for her at all. He wanted a perfect life and he no longer had a perfect partner. The outright rejection was devastating and she buried herself at work to escape the heartbreak, until one Friday night, when her best friend Lisa decided it was time for Jessica to move on with her life.

She met Paul at happy hour, which was ironic and apropos at the same time. Jessica wanted a distraction from her emotional turmoil and Paul was it, a delicious, sensual, and carnal diversion. His lustful gaze made her shiver with anticipation and his body made her explode with erotic sensations so powerful her knees threatened to buckle at the mere thought of him. They barely spoke at all, but their physical connection more than made up for the lack of conversation.

Jessica froze.
But I met him in New York—what are the odds of running into him three thousand miles away?
Not that she’d bothered to ask where he lived or worked. Hell, she didn’t even know his last
name
; it was one of the many things they neglected to cover that night.

It was clear there was no future with Paul. He did this often, she was sure of it. He played his part remarkably well and helped her forget the pain. She wasn’t in the market for anything deeper, intent on burying the steamy encounter with Paul in her memory. But she’d never regret it; the experience empowered her to start living again.

Paul spun around and Jessica’s heart raced as recognition washed over his chiseled features. She struggled to calm her breathing while a slow sexy smile spread across his mouth.
Lord, I remember that mouth…

Jessica forced her eyes to look somewhere else,
anywhere
else, but they wouldn’t obey. Unable to break the spell, she fixated on the perfect specimen of a man walking toward her.

“You left without saying goodbye.” His deep blue penetrating gaze sent a chill down her spine.

Jessica felt her face flush. “I, um, I’m sorry…I, uh, I just didn’t want things to be awkward or anything, and—”

Paul laughed. “Right. No awkwardness here.”

Jessica flashed a self-conscious smile, her mouth dry. “Yeah.”
Seriously
?
How is this happening to me? My first and only one-night stand back to haunt me months later. I am so not doing that ever again!

“I guess I should introduce myself since we never quite got there last time.” Paul flashed a sly smile and held out his hand. “Paul Emerson.”

Jessica snapped to attention. “With Blue Coat Capital?” Blue Coat was the top venture capital firm in the country for technology start-ups, the exact types of clients she needed for her consulting practice and Paul Emerso
n
was the principal.
Did I actually sleep with Paul Emerson
?
Holy shit
!

Paul nodded. “Very good. And you are…?”

She cleared her throat. “Jessica Latham.”

“Looking for a job?” He motioned to the building behind them.

“Um, no, I work for DMC. I’m here doing some interviews for our summer program.” She smiled, trying to relax. “But I needed a break. I’m kind of surprised at how overqualified these kids think they are for our internships. There are some big time superiority complexes here, you know?”

Paul chuckled. “Yeah, I’d say you’re dead-on with that conclusion.”

“I just never realized how snooty these undergrads would be, I mean,
they’re
the ones looking for jobs. You’d think they’d have their best foot forward. Instead, they’re telling me how
they
’ll transform DMC with all the skills they acquired here.” Jessica furrowed her brow as Paul chortled. “What’s so funny?”

“I’ll make sure to pass your comments on to the head of Career Services.” He winked.

“Excuse me?” She shifted in her shoes to alleviate the tingling, confused at his comment. A few seconds later, it dawned on her. “Wait, where did you—?”

“Here. And since I sit on the board, I know they’d appreciate the constructive criticism of a Fortune 50 company.”

“Oh! I’m so sorr—I mean, I hope I didn’t offend you, it’s just that I’m not used to—”
Dammit! Couldn’t quit while you were ahead, right Jess?
She wished the ground would swallow her up.

Paul laughed. “Trust me, I don’t offend that easily. I didn’t mean to rattle you, but the look on your face was priceless.”

Jessica’s phone bleeped again before she could choke out a response.
Charlie
. “Would you excuse me for a second while I send a quick message?” Frustrated, Jessica stabbed at the keyboard in response. For once she’d love to tell Charlie to fuck off. Just
once
.

“Boyfriend?” Paul raised his eyebrow as she typed.

Jessica’s breath caught in her throat as she met his curious gaze. God, he was so sexy, the sound of his voice made her tremble.
Jesus, Jess, get a grip.

“Boss.” She crossed her arms. “Hovering, impatient, intolerable
boss
.”

“Ah, giving you the grunt work.”

“Yeah, real nice, right? Diverting me from what I’m
supposed
to be getting done.”

“Which is?”

“Well, for the past six months, I’ve been building a new consulting practice for DMC. I wanted a different job, and after putting some feelers out, one of the partners asked me to run this project.”

Paul whistled his approval. “Very impressive. Sounds like you’re intent on growing your career, good for you. That kind of loyalty is rare. Most people will jump ship before considering an internal move. Just like these over-privileged undergrads probably would.” He pointed a thumb toward the building, a look of mock disapproval on his face. Jessica giggled. “So, what’s the new practice all about?”

“I work with technology start-ups that need help taking their companies public. I signed a couple of clients out here this week and I have a few things moving along back in New York. It’s slow going though, because I’m basically the sales team and I need to make a recommendation on whether or not it’s going to be a profitable business for us.”

“How much time do you have left?”

“Ummm, almost none.” Jessica grinned. “The review meeting is already scheduled in New York. I’m hoping the partners will see the potential and let me run the practice.”

Paul nodded and leaned forward with a seductive smile that made her heart flutter. “You know, it
could
be beneficial for you to learn more about the venture capital industry, since investors play a pretty significant part in the whole IPO process. Might not hurt to network a little, maybe even find some more clients to sign?”

Oohhh. He wants to see me again. Oh my God, how the heck would that even work? He’s Paul Emerson! The guy can get any woman he wants. I mean, yes, he’s sexy as hell but I just...no, I’m not heading down that path again. I’d be another notch on his bedpost and that’s not who I am, not who I want to be.
“How exactly would I go about that?” She gave a mock quizzical look, already knowing his answer.
Easy,
Jess, you’re in the lion’s den now.

“Well…I’ll be in my New York office next week. I’d be happy to give you an overview of the industry, if you’d like.” That sexy smile was back.

If I meet him in the office, it’ll be purely professional, right? Having him as a connection can really help me sell this practice to the partners. He’s a major player in the technology industry, infamous really.
She was torn but desperate. Charlie’s insinuation about the impending deadline was a reminder that she needed to present a recommendation for this practice in the very near future.
You don’t really have a choice, Jess. Take the opportunity. It may not come around again.
“Wow, that would be really helpful. Are you, um, sure you’d have time for that? You seem like a pretty busy guy.”

“I think I can make some time.” He handed her a business card. “Give me a call and we’ll set something up.”

“Okay, great.” Jessica gave him a card of her own. “Thanks so much for the offer, I really appreciate it.” She hesitated, too nervous about the prospect of seeing him again to think straight.

The receptionist popped her head outside and she was rescued. “Miss Latham? Your next round of interviews was supposed to begin five minutes ago.”

Jessica sighed. “Of course, I’ll be right up.” She turned back to Paul. “Sorry, I’ve got to go. I need to meet with more arrogant kids who are plotting to steal my job.” She chuckled.

Paul gave her a lazy smile and leaned against a statue. “It was
really
nice seeing you again, Jessica Latham. I hope I’ll hear from you.”

Jessica ran a hand through her hair. The uneasy feeling in her stomach was more than nerves. There was something unsettling about Paul, but she couldn’t pinpoint it. She backed away. “Yes, thanks again. Really appreciate it.”

Holy crap
. She hurried towards the building. Against her better judgment, she glanced over her shoulder and drew in a sharp breath when Paul met her gaze. So incredibly sexy and self-assured, but still way out of her league.

Something about Paul captivated and frightened her at the same time. The exterior was glossy and polished, but her instincts told her that anything more than a platonic meeting would end badly for her. He’d never settle for less than perfect.
Somehow, I can’t see him being too anxious to push me around in a wheelchair in twenty years and the last thing I need is another Drew in my life.

“YOU’RE ALL FLUSHED. Are you feeling okay?” Her best friend Lisa wore a concerned look.

Jessica flopped onto the bed in her hotel room and let out a long unsteady breath. “Yeah, I’m fine, don’t worry. It’s just been a crazy day. Kind of glad it’s over.” Kicking off her shoes, she flexed her toes. Three weeks, and the symptoms still hadn’t improved.
That can’t be good.

“So, your new dress is pretty hot, lady. It really came from Brooks Brothers?” Lisa giggled.

“I know, I thought the same thing before I put it on. But I love it.” She thought for a second about the young man who purchased the dress. “Remember the guy who crashed into me? The asshole? He bought it.” Jessica flashed a sheepish smile.

“
Really
. Didn’t turn out to be such an asshole after all, huh?” Lisa shook her head. “You get fired up way too quickly, Jessie. It’s really not becoming.”

Jessica threw her hands up. “I know! What can I say? It’s just my personality. I’m impulsive. Sue me.”

“Tsk-tsk. I bet he liked you. And now you’ll never know since you were such a bitch.”