Beyond Daring. Kathleen O'Reilly

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      Now that was out of the way, too.

      On to the one question that had been burning in Jeff’s brain.

      “Listen, I need to ask you a hypothetical question. What would happen if there was a merger between Con-Mason U.S.A. and Summerville Consumer Products?”

      Andrew whistled. “No shit?”

      “I said hypothetical.”

      Andrew stared up at the ceiling, lips pursed. Andrew thought this was his thinking look.

      Jeff called it the Stick-Up-My-Ass look.

      “Okay, Con-Mason—Chinese. Summerville—rumors of new product development.” He looked back at his brother. “All in all, big. Very, very big. But what does Con-Mason get out of this?”

      Sheldon. “My lips are sealed,” answered Jeff. “So this would be huge? Worth lots of money?”

      “Many zeroes, Jeff. More than you can count.”

      That’s what Jeff was afraid of. Time to cut off moronic heroic notions before said notions rose up to bite him in the butt.

      “So, when are you going to propose to Jamie?” asked Jeff, expertly steering the conversation into friendlier waters.

      Andrew’s face turned a whiter shade of pale. “That’s a big step.”

      “Chicken?”

      “No, it’s just that a man needs to think of his life strategically. One step at a time. You start with your business goals, get those in order and then move on to personal ones. Jamie and I will end up married, but I want to get the new firm right up there in the top two.”

      “You mean the top ten?”

      “Uh, no, the top two.”

      “And then, after many years have passed, and you’re both old and gray? You try and get down on one knee to propose, but by this time you’re arthritic in not only one, but both knees, and she has to help you up. What if she’s not going to wait for you, Andrew? What if she’s not going to wait for you to achieve your goals?”

      Jeff knew that Jamie would wait on Andrew forever if necessary, but Jeff thought it’d be more fun to put the fear of loneliness into his brother. Jamie would thank him for it later.

      “Of course she’ll wait until the firm is ready. Jamie’s more ambitious than I am,” said Andrew, traces of doubt coloring his voice.

      Jeff covered his smile with a hand to his face and then put on a serious look. “If you really want something, you have to put everything aside, don’t you?” Secretly, Jeff had always admired Andrew’s single-minded focus. Andrew never let the distractions of life get in his way. If Jeff had been that single-minded, it would be Columbia-Starr-Brooks Communication by now, and he’d be the proud owner of a sweet thirty-five-foot double-masted sailboat with polished decks. Pipedreams was what he used to call his goals. But now they seemed within reach. Maybe he could be more like Andrew…

      Jeff looked at Andrew with new respect. Well, technically, he’d always respected his brother, but he usually hid it. This time he didn’t.

      “You apply yourself, put in the hours, and it’ll pay off in the end. Life works out, Jeff. It always does.”

      Yeah, life would work out for everyone but Sheldon. “No matter if you don’t exactly agree with what’s going on?”

      Andrew nodded wisely, his brow furrowed. “Let me tell you a secret, Jeff. Corporate America is not for the faint of heart. It’s a tough, bullshit business, where money trumps all else. It’s not going to change. You’ll come across a lot of times where you don’t agree with what’s going on. But that’s the way business works. The people who own the company decide how they’re going to run it, and they don’t care about you. So if you want something, you get it. End of story. Haven’t you learned anything from me?”

      “Sure” said Jeff, popping a peanut in his mouth. “Apply yourself, focus, ignore the crap. I can do that.”

      Maybe.

      WHEN JEFF HAD CALLED SHELDON to say he wanted to meet with her on Thursday, Sheldon knew the perfect place. Agent Provocateur was stylish but lurid, in a genitalia-engorging way. By the time Jeff made it through the door at the Soho shop, Sheldon was wielding eight transparent teddies, three sheer bras and one garter belt complete with little black bows. He stopped and stared. Suddenly, he was a man traveling in another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound, but of sheer lace and peek-a-boo bras. Next stop, the Erection Zone.

      Sheldon held up a bra with cut-out nipples and smiled. “What do you think?”

      His Adams apple bobbed up and down. That firm yet classical mouth pulled into a frown. His sexy brown eyes were full of foreboding, yet flavored with the tastiest bit of lust. “I thought we had a new set of ground rules.”

      “You said no nudity.” With garments in hand, she strolled to the dressing rooms. “This isn’t nudity. Coming?”

      He followed her, but when it came to breaching the sanctity of the changing room, he stopped at the door, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’ll wait.”

      She sighed. “Whatever.”

      Inside, she stripped off her clothes and pulled on the white lace teddy. “What did you want to talk to me about?”

      “I know why you’re doing this.”

      Sheldon paused. “Doing what?”

      “This whole vamp-the-world thing.”

      She giggled. Vamp was such a cute, old-fashioned word, and Jeff was so—not. Unless she missed her guess, and she never did, that suit was Armani. No, the man didn’t have an old-fashioned bone in his body as hard, muscular and top-shelf as that body was. “Why am I vamping the world?”

      “Your father told me about the engagement.”

      Now that stopped her cold. For only a second. Then she pasted the smile back on her face and began to tie the little white straps that kept the top in place. Sheldon looked in the mirror, pleased with the way her breasts nearly spilled over the cups. The white was innocent and classy, but the whole ensemble screamed “Take me, I’m yours.”

      “What about it?” she asked in a bored voice.

      “You don’t want this to happen.”

      Sheldon opened the door and watched his face turn a pleasant shade of bone-white that went well with his dark hair. “Grow up, Jeff,” she told him, then performed a sexy little turn. “What do you think?” she asked, cocking a hand on her hip, making sure he could appreciate the curve of her rear.

      “It’s nice,” he said, swallowing. He dragged his gaze up and focused on the wall. “You’re okay with the marriage thing, then?”

      She took a step closer, letting lace-covered nipples brush against his chest, as much for her as for him. “I live СКАЧАТЬ