Be Mine: Sizzle / Too Fast to Fall / Alone with You. Victoria Dahl

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      “Can you rent them?”

      “Loose stones? I don’t know.” Emily tried to consider it, but she was against it. “We might be able to buy and resell. I don’t know much about gemstones.”

      “Well, I know a little, and what you’re suggesting would tie up half your budget.”

      “Gems are a good investment.” Emily deliberately unclenched her hands. “We wouldn’t lose money.”

      He shook his head. “We’re not in the gem-investment business. Rent them.”

      Emily shook her head. “We might need the same stones back again for later pictures. We couldn’t be sure we’d get them. Plus, we often use them in special displays at openings and benefits. We did this with Paradise, and it was very successful.”

      He leaned back in his desk chair and looked at her steadily.

      “Are you really serious about this, or is this just something you’re going to fight me on?”

      Hasn’t he been listening to me? Emily thought. Do I sound like I’m playing games? “I’m serious. And I never fight just for the sake of fighting.”

      “That was a business lunch today?”

      “Jane knows more about this company than you or I do.” Emily clenched her hands again. “When you’ve been here a little longer, you’ll know that. I consult with her often, and I value her opinions highly. So, yes, that really was a business lunch.”

      “Pink lace underwear?” He smiled at her dryly.

      He would overhear that comment, she thought. Emily smiled back sweetly. “I told her you wouldn’t think it was cost-effective.”

      “I don’t look at everything in terms of cost, Ms. Tate.” His eyes dropped almost involuntarily to the open collar of her blouse.

      Emily raised her eyebrows at him, and he flushed. He looked good flushed. What do you know, she thought. He’s human. There may be hope. “I’m sure you don’t, Mr. Parker. And I’m hoping you’ll see that in the case of the rubies, cost-effectiveness simply doesn’t apply. We’re selling emotions here, the sizzle not the steak.” She leaned across the desk to him, suddenly earnest, trying to convince him. “You can’t sizzle with paste, Richard. You need the real thing.”

      His eyes had widened a little at her use of his name.

      “All right.” He cleared his throat. “I’ll take it under consideration. Now, the next item...”

      Emily worked with him for another hour, politely agreeing on a few things she didn’t care about, anyway, leaving the others open for further discussion, trying to build a foundation of compromise so that when she came back for real money, for rubies and whatever else she wanted, he’d be used to negotiating with her, not flatly dismissing her. From the look in his eyes, he had a fairly good idea of what she was doing, but he was patient with her. Toward the end, Emily realized her plan wasn’t working; any compromising had been done by her, not him. Richard liked saying no or yes and moving on.

      When she stood up to go, Richard pushed back his chair and stood, too. “We’ll have to meet again. We haven’t accomplished much.”

      “I wouldn’t say that.” Emily tried to smile warmly but her lips were tight. “I think we’ve established a very creditable working relationship.” She held out her hand. “Please call Jane if you need any information. She knows exactly what’s going on.”

      He took her hand and held it for a moment, and she tried to ignore the warmth he generated there. “I’d rather talk to you. I like to go straight to the person in charge.”

      “Then definitely talk to Jane.” Emily pulled her hand away. “She’s been running my life since high school.”

      “I thought I sensed a lot more there than just boss-and-secretary.” He came around the desk and walked her to the door.

      “We’re partners.”

      “I envy you. I’ve always worked alone.” He stopped by the door. “Would you consider having dinner with me tonight? To go over some of these points again? Maybe in a...warmer atmosphere, we could get closer on some of these disagreements.”

      He smiled down at her, and Emily was caught off guard, her knees going to jelly while she frantically tried to gather her thoughts under the wattage of that suddenly sweet, boyishly endearing, sexy smile.

      He’s a Hun, she told herself. Unless you want to be invaded, turn back now.

      “Sorry,” she croaked. “I have a dinner engagement.”

      “Jane again?”

      “Oh, no. Jane goes home to a husband and three lovely children.”

      “And you?”

      “I go home to cost-effectiveness reports.” Emily opened the door. “I have a very tough budget adviser.”

      She didn’t turn around as she walked down the hall, but she could feel him watching her all the way to the elevator.

      “How did it go?” Jane asked, following her into the office.

      “Not well, but not badly, either.” Emily kicked off her shoes. “I really hate panty hose. They itch.”

      “Back to Richard,” Jane said firmly. “What happened?”

      “I tried to compromise. He told me what to do. He likes telling people what to do. He listened part of the time. At one point, he looked down my blouse and blushed. He asked me to dinner.”

      “Wear something sexy.”

      “I’m not going. I told him I had a previous engagement. He thought it was with you, but I told him you were happily married. That’s about it.”

      “Go out with him.” Jane sat down and folded her arms on Emily’s desk. “Sleep with him.”

      “Sell my body for a perfume campaign?” Emily shook her head. “Not likely.”

      “No.” Jane leaned back, disgusted with her. “The hell with the perfume campaign. Share your body for a wonderful experience. He looks like a wonderful experience. Did you see his hands?”

      Emily frowned. “I must have, but I didn’t pay attention.”

      “He has great hands. And he’s really very charming. He’s a little obsessive about getting his own way, but he’s not a Hun.”

      “No.”

      “Listen, Em.” Jane leaned over the desk again and caught Emily’s hand. “I’m worried about you. You haven’t had a serious relationship since you dumped that fool Croswell in R & D. That was two years ago. You’re not getting any younger. You’re obsessive about your work, and that’s not going to change. You’ve just met a truly beautiful man who is also obsessive about his work, but who has СКАЧАТЬ