She relaxed. Things were shaping up perfectly. She’d take him to the game and introduce him to James afterward. Then she’d wow him the next morning with a kick-ass presentation. The deal was hers. In the bag. She couldn’t contemplate any other outcome.Creative Edge and others might be coming on strong, but they didn’t have James Parker, and they damn sure didn’t have her ideas. Ideas she knew were perfect for Damon and his company.This was hers.Damon reached out to wipe a smudge from the corner of her mouth. She glanced down to see his food gone and most of hers, as well. And the way he was looking at her, she had a good idea what was for dessert.“Give me two seconds to clear this away and roll the cart out into the hall and we’ll get on with option two, although I’m thinking that option three should be significantly delayed.” he said. She raised an eyebrow and her heart started tripping d

Damon was a little starstruck. It was the Tide’s catcher, Sheldon Michael. He was a veritable legend in baseball, and it was rumored this would be his last year before he retired. “Wendy! You should have just come on in. James got held up by an interview, but he wanted you to come on back.” he said.  Wendy walked over and gave the catcher a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Good game, Sheldon. You’re looking as awesome as ever.” She said  The big man actually blushed. He glanced up at Damon, and Damon was convinced the guy scowled at him. “Oh, Sheldon, this is Damon Paige. Damon, this is Sheldon Michael, the Tide’s star catcher.” Wendy said.  “Yes, I’m well aware,” Damon said. “Great game. I’ve watched you a lot of years.” “You Damon Paige who makes

Seconds after Trevor's abrupt departure, Damon entered behind Rebecca. Wendy crossed the room and extended a hand to Damon. Instead of shaking it as she’d intended, he slid his fingers over her palm and held it far too long for her liking. She snatched it away and turned to introduce him down the row.Her presentation went off without a hitch. Each part of her team executed their part flawlessly, and through it all, Evan sat back with a very satisfied expression on his face. By the time she was done, she was as convinced as everyone else that Damon would sign with Standard Gate. He’d be a fool not to.The lights went back up after her last video clip.“This concludes our presentation,” she said to Damon. “I hope we’ve convinced you of our commitment to you and your company.” He took his time responding. For a moment he studied her, his hands in a V in front of him. Then he simply nodded then said,&

She settled against him, her wild reddish hair falling forward, making her look like some kind of goddess. His goddess, he thought and stretched out his hands to test her hips, the indentation of her waist. He pulled a long strand of hair to his mouth, rubbing it over his lips. She smelled like rosemary and wine, and the feel of the long  waves was like raw silk. But she batted his hands away. The look in her eyes kept him from flipping her beneath him as every instinct shouted at him to do. That stern frown of hers made him stir against her, made the fire blaze even higher, even hotter, within him. She finally bent over to taste his chest, him. Her tongue was soft, wet, maddening. He tangled his fingers in her hair and urged her up to eye level, taking her mouth with a swift possession that made some kind of bell toll, long and true, deep inside of him.He ignored it, because he was tasting her—hot and female and deliciously, undoubtedly Wendy—unti

“But, yes, I do need to travel to Seattle and tie up some things. I plan to spend some time in San Francisco but over the next few months I need to make arrangements so I would be traveling less and spending more time here.” he added. Her heart sped up. Did he mean he was making those arrangements to spend more time in New York so he could be near her? She hated guessing, but she hated assuming even more. She was still uneasy about the timing of them seeing each other. It was too close to when he’d signed on with Standard Gate.“I’ll be back Monday afternoon. I want to spend the evening with you. Dinner. Dancing. You can stay over at the hotel and my driver will take you into work on Tuesday.” he said. She loved it when he got all demanding. She was a sucker for someone who planned in detail, and he’d certainly planned their evening down to her staying over for what would undeniably be amazing sex