The Night Before Christmas. Tawny Weber
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Название: The Night Before Christmas
Автор: Tawny Weber
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
Серия: Mills & Boon M&B
isbn: 9781474086172
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She pounded her fist on the table in emphasis. Gage quickly grabbed the glasses that were in sudden danger of toppling to the floor.
Frowning, he peered at her. He didn’t know who they were talking about now, but he was sure it wasn’t her secretary.
Another man?
A vicious clawing sort of fury gripped his guts. It took him a few seconds to realize the feeling was jealousy.
He didn’t like it.
“But hey, I figure someday, she’s going to adore me. Because, you know, I’m adorable,” Hailey added, giggling and looking just as adorable as she claimed. And, he noted, looking as though the punch was having its effect.
He should take her home.
But first...
“When do you give up?”
Her frown was the tiniest furrow between her brows, as if that wasn’t a question she let herself consider.
“If it’s important, you don’t give up.”
“Isn’t it smarter to check your ROI, and if the return isn’t worth the investment, simply walk away? Quit expending energy.” Gage shook his head, unable to imagine trying over and over again without success. Or only eking a few inches of success out of any given deal. He was an everything-or-nothing kind of guy, though.
“Isn’t it smarter to do what you love, and believe that it’s going to work out exactly how you want, than to give up on a dream and settle for less?” she countered.
Gage wanted to rub his gut at that direct hit. One she probably didn’t even realize she’d made. She couldn’t know how much he wanted to leave Milano. How badly he wanted to make his own mark.
Feeling his face fold into a scowl, he tilted his head toward the door.
“Ready to call it quits? I’ll drive you home.”
“What about my car?”
“I don’t think you should be driving tonight, do you?” He arched a brow at her empty punch glass.
“I don’t feel like I’ve had that much to drink,” she said, peering into the deep glass as if measuring her alcohol levels.
“It’ll hit you in about ten minutes,” he guessed. Through discussing it, he shifted off the stool and, his hand on her elbow, helped her slide off her seat.
The fur grabbed the fabric of her skirt, though, holding tight so as she slid off, he got a delicious view of her thighs. And those stockings.
Hello, baby.
Tiny roses, tempting lace.
Damn, but she did have a point about how enticing that romance look was.
He was so focused on watching her legs, even though she’d freed her skirt and that beckoning juncture was once again covered, that he forgot to move, throwing her off balance.
“Whoa,” she said, falling against him, her hands splayed over his chest as she righted herself. Her curves were sweet and tempting, pressed against his for just a second. Just enough to tease. But not nearly long enough for his tastes.
“I guess you’re right,” she said, her voice husky. Still a little unsteady, she let go of his chest to push one hand through her hair. “You’re going to need to take me.”
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