Reasons for Revenge: Scorned by the Boss. Maureen Child

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      “Don’t have one,” Debbie said, and laid her hand on top of her friends’. “I was just saying. Anyway, I’m in, too.”

      “This is gonna be great,” Caitlyn said, and leaned back in her chair. “I so need this. We all need to get away for a while.”

      “Some of us more than others,” Debbie muttered, and nodded in the direction of the door.

      “What’s he doing here?” Janine whispered.

      Curious, Caitlyn turned in her seat and felt her stomach drop to her toes. Jefferson Lyon walked into the bar as if he owned the place. He stood like a well-dressed statue, his sharp blue eyes scraping the crowd until he found her. Then his gaze narrowed and he headed toward her like a man on a mission.

      “Wow,” Debbie whispered. “I never would have guessed he’d come to a place like this.”

      “Yeah,” Janine said, “definitely not his style.”

      Caitlyn had to agree. In a crowd of blue jeans and board shorts, his Armani suit stood out like a flashing neon light. Of course, Jefferson Lyon stood out in any crowd. He just had that kind of aura. All powerful and sexy and—

      Cut that thought off at the pass, she told herself firmly as she stood up to meet him. Just as she told herself that the quick spurt of something hot and heavy moving through her bloodstream was simple surprise at seeing him here.

      Heck, she hadn’t even known he’d been aware of On The Pier’s existence.

      Her gaze locked on him, but she was also aware of how every female in the room watched him move with open admiration. And how could she blame them? He had a way of walking that suggested both power and languor. He moved like a man who knew how to take charge, but liked to take his time about it. Which, of course, only made a woman wonder what that kind of mixture would be like in bed.

      Oh, boy.

      “Caitlyn,” he said when he was close enough to be heard over the muttering crowd.

      “Jefferson, what are you doing here?” Her voice came out a little sharper than she’d planned.

      One eyebrow lifted. “I needed to see you about something that couldn’t wait, obviously.”

      “How’d you know where I’d be?”

      “It’s Monday night. You’re always here.”

      That little nugget of information staggered her. He hadn’t known her fiancé’s name, but he knew she came to this tiny bar every Monday night? “I know I am. How did you know I am?”

      He shrugged, glanced at her friends, then looked back into her eyes. “You must have mentioned it.”

      And he’d remembered?

      Shaking her head, Caitlyn told herself it didn’t matter how he’d found her. “So what did you want, Jefferson?”

      He looked down at her friends, watching them with avid interest. Nodding, he then dismissed them entirely and shifted a look around the bar, as if unsatisfied to find himself surrounded by so many people. Taking her upper arm in a firm grip, he half steered her, half dragged her, back to the entryway, where things were a little less crowded.

      Caitlyn tried not to think about the tiny spears of heat the touch of his hand sent zipping through her system. She’d clearly had one too many martinis. Once free of the main room, she pulled out of his grasp, crossed her arms over her chest and tipped her head to one side, looking up at him. “What was so important it couldn’t have waited until tomorrow?”

      Jefferson stared down at her and realized just how different Caitlyn looked when away from the office. He was so used to her tidy, professional appearance, seeing her with her hair down and loose around her shoulders was more distracting than he would have expected. She wore faded, worn blue jeans that clung to her body like a second skin, a scoop-necked pale blue T-shirt that showed just a hint of cleavage and sandals that displayed long, elegant toes painted fire-engine red.

      Even over the combined scents filling the air he could smell her perfume, something light and flowery that she never wore in the office. This was why he preferred business relationships to be kept strictly business. He didn’t want to know that Caitlyn liked red nail polish. Or that she smelled like a damn garden. Or that she had a lush figure hidden beneath the boring business suits she wore to work.

      Frowning to himself, he pushed away his wandering thoughts. He hadn’t come to be sociable, after all.

      “My father called tonight. He needs me in Seattle tomorrow afternoon. So I’ll need you in the office early to take care of a few things before I leave.”

      Instantly, her eyes widened. “Is your father all right?”

      “He’s fine,” Jefferson said, somehow pleased that she had cared enough to ask. His father had officially retired as head of the company two years ago, but he’d kept a hand in ever since, unable or unwilling to let go. Then three months ago he’d had a major heart attack and was still recuperating.

      Odd, but Jefferson was only now acknowledging that Caitlyn had been the only person he’d talked to about his father’s health. So much for keeping personal lives separate from work.

      “Good. I’m glad.” She stared at him for a long minute. “But you couldn’t have called me with this information?”

      He could have. Should have. But he’d come for a purpose. To remind her just who was in charge in this relationship. He was the boss. He called the shots. She thought she could stomp out of his office in some kind of female huff? Well, showing up here in person reminded her that Jefferson always got the last word.

      Of course, he hadn’t intended on hunting her down in this dinky little bar. He’d planned on driving straight to his condo in Seal Beach. But the more he’d thought about her irritated attitude, the more it had annoyed him. All he knew for sure was that she’d been in the back of his mind when he’d left the office. And for whatever reason, he’d driven to the one place he’d known he’d be able to find her.

      “It’s not that far out of the way for me,” he said, and turned when yet another customer shoved through the front door. Irritated, Jefferson caught the door, glared at the surfer stumbling through it, then turned his gaze back to Caitlyn. She was still watching him, her brown eyes glittering with the reflected lights of the room. “Anyway … my flight out is at ten, so I’ll expect to see you at six in the morning.”

      “Fine, I’ll be there.” She turned to go back to her friends.

      He grabbed her arm to stop her, his fingers closing around her warm, smooth skin. Damned if he’d just stand there and let her walk away from him. Again.

      But as soon as he noticed that he was liking the feel of her beneath his fingers, he let her go. Then he grabbed the door behind him, yanked it open and walked through it. Stopping on the threshold, he looked back at her, pleased he was getting the last word tonight after all. “Fine. I’ll see you then.”

      Three

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