He blinked and then looked a little sheepish. “Okay, I get it. I’m an immature, egotistical man. The male ego is obviously a fragile creature. I think we can agree on that. Yes, it occurred to me to get a little of mine back on her by showing up with a gorgeous, stunning woman. Sue me. I even hatched the whole engagement scheme complete with the ring because I figured it was the best way to get them all off my back.” Damon said.
Her shoulders shook and she closed her eyes. The man was nothing if not honest.
She had to give him that much.
“Wendy, look at me, please.” he said.
His entreating tone had her turning once more to stare into those intense dark eyes. He looked earnest, and he looked…..worried.
“I didn’t do any of this to hurt you, I swear. I thought if I just came out and asked you to do me this favor, you’d have never agreed to come with me, even with the promise of listening to your
She looked down at her hand that was still underneath his. His thumb pressed into her palm, and his fingers lay still over hers, but the warmth of his touch spread up her entire arm and into her chest.She liked this man. Genuinely liked him, stupid ambush aside. He hadn’t sugarcoated any of it. And above all else, she liked honesty. He hadn’t shied away from how the entire situation made him look. It certainly didn’t make him appear very noble, but she couldn’t get beyond thinking he was just that. Noble and honest.The ring on her finger sparkled and glinted in the light. For just one moment, she allowed herself to imagine what it would be like if it were all real. Two seconds later she mentally slapped herself silly and told herself to get over her foolishness.She had a job to do. She had to impress this man with her brains and her creativity, her drive and her determination. She could do all that. And if it meant she had to go beyond the
“Ah, I think I’m beginning to understand the fiancée thing more now.” Wendy said.He nodded. “Yes, I don’t harbor any illusion that Sam and Grace are some great love match. I had Grace, so Sam decided he wanted her. Grace saw Sam's appointment to CEO as her ride into a life of glamour.”“And were you and Grace? A love match, I mean?” she asked gently.He pursed his lips and blew out a long breath. “This is where I look like the jerk.” he said.Wendy chuckled. “Jerk? You? Surely you jest.”“All right, don’t rub it in,” he grumbled. “I’ve admitted my shortcomings.”“Do continue. I’m dying to hear all about what a toad you are.”She replied.Her eyes sparkled with mischief and amusement. He&rsq
He wasn’t the only one who felt the magnetic pull between them. “What are we going to do, Red?” he murmured. He saw her swallow nervously. She hadn’t misunderstood, but neither did she respond.“I want you so damn much I hurt. I’ve hurt for weeks. Every time I look at you, I get so many knots that I can’t function. I’ve thought of all the ways I can explain to you that our business relationship has nothing to do with the desire I feel for you. But the simple truth is I don’t give a damn. I want you in my bed, and I don’t care what has to be done to make that happen.”Her eyes went wide and frightened. He hated that. He didn’t want her to be afraid of him.“You feel it, too. Don’t deny me that much.” Damon said.Slowly she nodded. Her fingers went to her forehead and she dug them into her hair. Still, he co
He needed air and he broke away only long enough to pull oxygen into his starving lungs. She gasped along with him, and then he started at the corner of her mouth and licked and kissed his way across to the other corner.Her small hands slid up his chest. It was like a heating element sliding over his skin. She left a blazing trail of fierce need in her wake. His entire body came alive, and all she’d done was touch him. Innocently.They wound up around his neck and then her fingertips just delved into the hair at his nape. He shuddered, and it was all he could do to retain his tight hold on his control.His body screamed at him to haul her over his shoulder and drag her caveman-style to the bedroom. He’d rip off her clothes and spend the night taking her over and over until they both succumbed to exhaustion.His mind yelled at him to be careful. To take it slow. Not to push her so far away that she nev
“Then there are the people, like me, who are allergic to physical activity.” Wendy said.He snorted and sent an appraising look over her body. She ignored him and continued on.“These are the people who watch sports. They’re tuned in to every game. The players. The teams. They run the gambit from the fanatic to the casual observer. They’re the people who will buy your sportswear not because they’re going to worry over the functionality. They don’t care. They want to look cool. They want to immerse themselves in the aura of the sports world. You’re a brand, a label. It’s a status symbol.”Her excitement mounted with every word. He was listening intently. She had him.“So you do dual marketing. You go after the die-hard fitness enthusiast with the sweaty workout commercials. The driven athlete who’s going to be the best and wearing your brand the entire time.” She said.Again she paused to
Damon cocked his head to the side. “Just how well do you know him?” he asked.Before she could reply, Damon's phone rang. She tuned into Damon's conversation when he said her name. He was obviously talking to his mom.“We’ll be there this afternoon. Four o’clock. Yes, I know. I won’t miss it. Dinner afterward. Wendy and I are having lunch together down by the marina. We’ll meet you back at the hotel in time for rehearsal. You have my word.”He hung up and let out a sigh as he tucked the phone back into his pocket.“The woman is convinced I’ll flake on the wedding. I wonder how on earth she got that idea?” he said.It was said so innocently that Wendy burst into laughter. Damon joined her and business was effectively put back out of the way once more.-------------------------The nice lunch by the harbor never happened. As Damon and Wendy were leaving th
Damon made a strangled noise and promptly took a long drink of his wine. Wendy kept a perfectly straight face as she took in the reactions of Damon's family.Martha looked wary. Debbie was smiling. Grace looked murderous. Sam had a strange look that could only be interpreted as a cross between regret and sadness, his father, Ben looked distracted, while Ross nodded approvingly. He reached over to slap his son on the back.“You’ve got yourself a winner here, son. I heartily approve. This one will keep you on your toes well into your old age. I like her.” he said.Greaaat, Wendy thought. She had the approval of her fake father-in-law to be. She looked over at Damon as guilt swamped her. She’d gotten carried away and hadn’t been able to resist the opportunity to needle Damon a bit. Though he deserved it, she still felt bad about carrying things so far.To her surprise, he was staring thoughtfully at her, his eyes
“Someone like Grace. You seemed pretty hung up on her.” Sam said.“I think it’s safe to say I’m not hung up on Grace.”“I can see why you’re attracted to her,” Sam said.“Who?” Damon demanded sharply.“Wendy.”Both men stared across the room to where Wendy danced with Ross.“She’s a beautiful woman. I bet she’s awesome in bed.” Sam said.Damon rounded furiously on Sam .“You shut the hell up. Don’t even breathe her name again. You got it?” he said.Sam smiled and backed away, holding his hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay, I get it. You’re awfully touchy about her. Funny, you weren’t that pissed when you found out about Grace.”Sam sauntered off and Damon turned away, angry that he’d let him goad him.“Damon, there you are.”He sighed when his mom latched on to his