Temptation. Sherryl Woods
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Название: Temptation
Автор: Sherryl Woods
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
isbn: 9781472043368
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“We’ll see,” he murmured, leaving her still sputtering on the fourth-floor landing.
She leaned over the railing and shouted after him. “I’m a stockbroker, dammit!”
“You were a stockbroker,” he called from right outside Terry’s door, which immediately popped open.
“A lovers’ tiff?” Terry inquired.
“The first of many, I’m sure,” Jason agreed in a stage whisper designed to be heard in the rafters.
Callie wondered how much damage one of those many vases of flowers Jason had sent would do if she sent it crashing down on his head. Probably none. His head was clearly made of concrete.
It was a little late to change her mind and tell him not to bother showing up tomorrow night. Besides, why should she turn down a chance to see a play and to have an outrageously expensive meal at one of her favorite restaurants just to make a point? If he wanted to waste his money trying to bribe her into becoming an actress, so be it. It was probably all on his expense account, anyway. After the turnaround he’d accomplished at TGN, the network could afford it.
“Callie?”
At the sound of his voice, she peered over the railing once more. “What?”
“We’re out the door at seven-fifteen. I really hate to be late when the seats are front row center.”
“I am never late.”
“No last-minute primping.”
“I never primp.”
He grinned at that. “Can’t blame a man for hoping,” he said.
She would have grabbed the vase after that, but it was too late. He was already gone.
“Whew!” Terry murmured, moving into full view in the hall and gazing up at her. “Darling, if he weren’t so blatantly heterosexual, I might fall for him myself.”
“Maybe you should be ready at seven-fifteen tomorrow night, instead of me.”
Neil stuck his head out at that. “I don’t think so,” he said quietly. “If Terry spends any more time with people in television, his few remaining brain cells will rot. You go on your own date.”
“It’s not a date,” Callie declared.
“It sounded like a date to me,” Terry taunted. “Neil, what did it sound like to you?”
“Let’s see, you’re getting dressed up, going to the theater and then out to eat. Definitely a date,” he confirmed.
“A date is social, this is business,” Callie argued.
“Business is lunch at the Four Seasons,” Terry corrected. “A date is an attractive man asking an attractive woman to spend Saturday night with him.” He leered. “Al-l-l night long.”
Callie trembled despite herself. What worried her was the fact that Terry’s interpretation of Jason’s wicked intentions didn’t frighten her nearly as much as it should have. Somewhere deep inside she was apparently hoping that he was right.
There had been a time in Callie’s life when she’d taken for granted an evening such as the one Jason had planned. Tonight, though, she felt as if she were back in college, about to go on a date—okay, Terry and Neil had convinced her that’s what it was—with the most exciting, mysterious man on campus.
She retrieved a simple teal silk slip dress from the back of her closet, dug out her sexiest lace panties and matching garter belt, a pair of her sheerest iridescent hose and a strappy pair of high heels.
She spent a full hour soaking in a fragrant bubble bath, then fiddled with her makeup for another hour. Yes, she was primping, but it had nothing to do with Jason’s wistful taunt. She had too much pride to go out tonight looking like a frump. The possibility of running into a former client, her ex-boss or her ex-husband and the bimbo dictated being dressed to the nines.
At seven-ten, Terry and Neil declared her efforts a success. At seven-fifteen, Jason looked as if he might faint dead away. All in all, she considered the reactions very rewarding. Bring on old Chad and her pedigreed replacement.
A half hour later she was wishing she’d said no to the entire evening. Nothing in her life had prepared her for an evening out with a man as eligible and recognizable as Jason. Before they’d even entered the theater, their picture had been snapped more times than hers and Eunice’s had been for the family album back in Iowa.
“Who’s the woman?” several photographers inquired as they snapped away.
They directed the question to Jason, as if she weren’t perfectly capable of responding herself. She found that almost as irritating as the rude, intrusive nature of their behavior. Her natural instinct for privacy was deeply offended, which was one very good reason why she couldn’t imagine taking a job on a daytime television show.
Within Our Reach might be failing, but it still had millions of fans and hundreds of promotional opportunities. She’d seen what had happened to Terry. Everyone wanted a piece of him for this event or that interview. Some might consider all that attention flattering. Just the thought of it made her shudder. She watched Jason closely to see how he intended to handle all of the probing questions about the new woman on his arm.
“You’ll have to wait to find that out,” he informed the photographers with the taunting skill of a true marketing genius. He slid his arm possessively around her waist, his hand resting an indecent inch or two below where it belonged. “I expect to have an announcement any day now.”
She glared at him, but he was oblivious. He was too busy answering another barrage of questions. She was smart enough to see that adjusting the placement of his hand would only draw attention to it. The next thing she knew her butt would be on the front page of some tabloid. She would get even, though. She really would.
“Can’t you at least tell us her name?” one man pleaded.
Jason smiled down at her. “Oh, I think I’ll keep that to myself a while longer, as well.”
“A wise decision,” she muttered under her breath.
Taking the very broad hint, he reluctantly broke away from the throng of photographers and ushered her into the theater.
“Sorry about that,” he murmured as he led the way down the aisle to their seats.
“Are you really?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means I suspect you of making absolutely sure that those men were out there tonight. What did you do, call every tabloid in town?”
“Why would I do a thing like that?”
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