The Elliotts: Mixing Business with Pleasure: Billionaire's Proposition / Taking Care of Business / Cause for Scandal. Brenda Jackson

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СКАЧАТЬ following morning Erika awakened late, feeling as if a truck had run over her. Thank goodness she didn’t have any appointments this morning. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a hangover. Oh, wait, yes she could. It was last year when Gannon had broken up with her. The bad thing about having a mad, passionate affair with her boss was that she hadn’t been able to tell a soul, not even Paula or Jessica.

      Keeping the secret had intensified everything about her relationship with Gannon. The highs, the lows, the ending. She kept telling herself that if she’d been able to talk with her friends about him, he wouldn’t have affected her so much. Unfortunately part of her remained unconvinced.

      Her phone rang, the sound of it reverberating painfully in her brain. She snatched it from the cradle. “Hello.”

      “Erika, this is Cammie. Are you okay?”

      “I’m fine,” she reassured her. “Since I didn’t have any appointments scheduled this morning, I decided to come in a little later.”

      “That’s fine,” Cammie said. “Except Gannon Elliott has called twice asking for you.”

      Darn. “Just tell him I’ll get back to him this afternoon.”

      “I think he wanted you to sit in on a luncheon meeting.”

      “For what?” Erika asked, immediately feeling suspicious.

      “He didn’t tell me.”

      Erika sighed. “I’ll call him in a few minutes.” Frowning, she turned on her coffeemaker while she jumped in the shower. Skipping the blow-dry, she smoothed on some hair-wax stuff her stylist had given her and pulled her hair into a low ponytail. She applied some makeup, pulled on a don’t-mess-with-me black trouser suit and a pair of boots, grabbed her coffee and coat and walked out her door, glowering as she hailed a cab.

      As she scooted into the taxi, she called his office number by rote. One more thing to irritate her. She needed to forget him. “Erika Layven, returning Gannon Elliott’s call,” she said to his assistant.

      “I’ll put you right through.”

      “Hello, Erika. I wondered where you were,” Gannon said in a deep voice that slid through her like warm whiskey.

      “I understand you wanted me to attend a luncheon appointment. My afternoon is crammed. What did you have in mind?”

      “We’re having a luncheon meeting at Pulse. The subject for the article I gave you is on the agenda. Love to have you there. I think your input would be invaluable.”

      Erika thought again of the article outline he’d left for her. The subject fascinated her. She’d peeked at it at least a half dozen times after he’d left her office. Temptation slid through her like an evil serpent. “I don’t know. Like I said, I’m very busy this afternoon.”

      “You could scoot out after the discussion about the article,” he suggested.

      He made it too easy. “Okay. As long as you understand that I’m staying at HomeStyle.”

      “Great. I’ll see you at noon,” he told her.

      Erika walked into the Pulse meeting room a few minutes early. Furnished with a large wooden table set with seven lunch boxes from a local deli-bakery, the room emitted a let’s-get-busy feeling.

      “Very nice choice, Lena,” Erika said to Gannon’s assistant.

      Lena, a young married woman who was the mother of twins, beamed. “When Gannon told me you were coming, I made sure there was decent food. Inside the box there’s a chicken-salad sandwich, spicy vegetable soup, a fruit cup and a slice of lemon pound cake.”

      “You’re a woman after my own heart. Wouldn’t you rather work for me?” Erika joked. “I’m so much easier to please than he is. And I don’t bark.”

      “Who says I bark?” Gannon asked from behind Erika.

      She cringed at being caught talking about him at the same time she felt a shot of adrenaline at the sound of his voice. His voice had always affected her that way, sent her heart and hormones off to the races. She definitely needed to rein in her response to him. “Coffee, please,” she mouthed to Lena, then turned to face Gannon. “Good morning. Your assistant has arranged a lovely spread for the meeting.”

      His killer Irish eyes were a bit too sharp for her taste this morning. And why did she always forget how broad his shoulders were?

      He glanced at the table, then returned his gaze to Erika. “Yes, she has. She resisted fast food when I told her you were coming.”

      “Bless you, Lena,” Erika said and accepted the piping-hot coffee Gannon’s assistant offered her.

      “You weren’t trying to steal her away from me, were you?”

      “Just making her aware of her options,” Erika said with a smile.

      “Who says I bark?”

      “Everyone,” she said without batting an eye.

      He glanced at her coffee. “Black?”

      She nodded and took a sip.

      “Hmm. Black coffee … coming in late this morning … Did you have a late night last night?”

      “Nope.” That was true. She’d come home early and fallen into bed as a result of one too many martinis.

      “Out with the deadly duo?” he quizzed, speaking of Jessica and Paula.

      She’d revealed far too much of her personal life to him during their affair and she didn’t like his reminders. “As a matter of fact, yes. How’s your family?” she asked, turning the personal questions on him.

      He paused and shook his head. “Same as ever.”

      “That’s about as vague as you can get,” she said, studying him.

      He leaned closer to her, making her heart jump. “You’ll learn more if you rejoin the Pulse team,” he told her in a low voice as four more people entered the room.

      Michael Elliott, editor in chief of Pulse and Gannon’s father, entered the room and extended his hand to Erika. “Good to have you back. We’ve missed you.”

      “It’s good to see you, too, Mr. Elliott,” she said as she shook his hand.

      “Erika, glad you’re back,” Jim Hensley, chief copy editor, said as he entered with the rest of the department heads.

      “Great to see you,” Barb said.

      Howard gave her a thumbs-up.

      The greetings felt good. A couple of minutes passed while Lena provided everyone with coffee and a bottle of water.

      Michael called the meeting to order. “Let’s get to business. Gannon, you go first.”

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