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

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СКАЧАТЬ the procedures and costs involved, and a couple who considered choosing their baby’s sex but changed their minds. It would be interesting to learn which sex is chosen most frequently. And at-home techniques that do or don’t work.”

      “I like it all,” Michael Elliott said. “And you’re the one to do it.”

      Erika blinked. “Excuse me?”

      “Since you’re moving back to Pulse,” Gannon’s father said, “you should take the lead on this. It’s going to be a major story with possibilities for awards. You’re perfect for it.”

      Erika tossed a questioning glare at Gannon.

      “That’s exactly what I thought,” he said. “We have a contact for the scientist, but knowing you, you have your own. You always found the most amazing contacts and got the best quotes.”

      “Hey,” Barb said, “if you keep talking about Erika like she walks on water, you’re going to make the rest of us feel like hacks.”

      “She does walk on water, doesn’t she?” Howard said, wearing a deadpan expression.

      Erika glanced at Gannon and felt a sliver of suspicion. This meeting was way more warm and fuzzy than the meetings she remembered from a year ago, and while Michael Elliott gave the occasional pat on the back, he’d never been one for effusive praise.

      If Gannon had pulled his father and three of Pulse’s top power brokers in on seducing her back to the team, something had to be up. Something she hadn’t been told. Something big.

      “You guys are too good to me.” She glanced at her watch. “Time for me to go back to HomeStyle land. It was great seeing all of you.”

      Gannon stood. “I need a quick word with Erika. How about if everyone starts on lunch?”

      “No problem,” his father said. “Don’t take too long.”

      Lena handed Erika’s lunch box to her. “Don’t forget your lunch.”

      Erika couldn’t prevent a smile. “Spoken like a true mom. Thanks.” She walked out the door, feeling Gannon directly behind her.

      He pulled the door closed and she rounded on him. “There seems to be some confusion.”

      “What confusion?” he asked, his face revealing nothing.

      “Your father, along with other staff members, appears to have the false impression that I’m rejoining Pulse.”

      “Admit it, Erika. You can’t resist the baby story. You want to be back on Pulse so bad you can taste it.”

      “The baby story interests me, but it’s not enough to bring me back to Pulse.”

      “Then what is?” he asked, surprising her again with his wide-open offer. “We need you on the team more than ever. Name your price.”

      Three

      Gannon allowed Erika thirty hours to think about what he could do to bring her back to Pulse. The negotiation process was turning out to be tougher than he’d planned. In the past, although he’d appreciated Erika’s originality and adventurous attitude on the professional end, he’d always thought of her as cooperative.

      Even at the end of their affair, she hadn’t fought him when he’d abruptly broken off with her. He still felt a twinge about it. He’d always been scrupulous in avoiding office affairs. Lord knew his grandfather frowned on anything that bore even a hint of scandal. Gannon knew the reason he’d risen to his present position so quickly was because he’d embraced the Elliott family work ethic by skipping vacation for two years and because he’d built a reputation of integrity.

      Erika had been his one slip. Her combination of natural beauty and willingness to take chances and succeed had caught his attention. He’d never met a woman he could talk with more easily. At the same time, he knew about the kick of fire beneath her black suits and businesslike attitude. He’d seen her naked, felt her body against his, felt himself sink inside her, into an oblivion of pleasure.

      He felt himself harden at the memory and swore under his breath. He adjusted his tie and opened his office door to find his father on the other side.

      His father looked at him quizzically. “Bad time? You headed somewhere?”

      “Just wrapping up a little negotiation. What do you need?”

      His father gave a short laugh. “Funny. You looked like you were gearing up for battle.”

      “Nothing I can’t handle,” Gannon said and shook off a ripple of discomfort.

      “I’m knocking off early to take your mother to dinner.”

      Gannon did a quick mental calculation. “Let’s see, it’s not your anniversary, her birthday or your birthday. What’s the occasion?”

      His father frowned at him. “No need for a special occasion,” he said but pointed to the slight bulge at his middle. “She’s trying to get me to cut out some of my takeout.” He lifted his eyebrows. “Having a wife wouldn’t be a bad idea for you either.”

      Gannon shook his head. “I’m married to my job. I’m married to winning the competition so you’ll be the new CEO of EPH.”

      His father smiled and squeezed Gannon’s shoulder.

      “You’re a formidable opponent, Gannon. I’m glad you’re on my team.”

      Even though Gannon was thirty-three years old, he still appreciated a pat on the back from his father. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

      “Okay. Don’t stay too late or your mother will fuss at me.”

      “Enjoy your meal and give Mom a hug from me,” Gannon said and headed toward the elevators. “Good night.” He stepped inside and punched the button for Erika’s floor. Seconds later the doors whooshed open and he walked to her office.

      Her assistant had already left, so he knocked lightly on her door.

      “Come in,” she called.

      Gannon stepped inside her office and watched her hold up one finger as she talked on the phone. He nodded and pulled the door shut behind him. He approved of the comfortable but businesslike room. Erika’s touches of individuality made it interesting without being fussy.

      Down deep Gannon felt the drag of fascination with her. She was perfectly groomed, with curves in all the right places. Unashamed of her height, she wore heels without batting an eye. She rarely attempted to tame her riot of long brown curls. Her hair suggested a wild streak, one which he’d experienced intimately.

      She hung up the phone and met his gaze. “Sorry. That was the nervous producer of a new decorator makeover show we’re featuring.”

      “You reassured him,” Gannon said.

      She nodded and lifted her wrist to look pointedly at her watch. “He should be good for fourteen hours. Have a seat.”

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