After-Hours Negotiation: Can't Get Enough / An Offer She Can't Refuse. Sarah Mayberry

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      “Everyone picks a black-and-white movie, preferably something with Bogie in it. Gives you street cred.”

      “But it’s my favorite movie!” She sounded outraged.

      He made sure there was a heavy dose of doubt in his tone. “Of course it is.”

      “Wait till it’s your turn,” she warned him. “Second movie would be When Harry Met Sally. I can watch it over and over and it’s still clever and funny.”

      “So predictable, not even worth commenting on.”

      She threw him an exasperated look.

      “You know what’s predictable? You not agreeing with a word I say. I swear if I said the sky was blue, you’d disagree with me just for the sake of it.”

      “Depends.”

      She snorted with exasperation this time, and he found he was enjoying needling her like this.

      “On what, pray tell?”

      “If it was nighttime or daytime.”

      She half laughed at his lame joke, and he tried not to notice how pretty she looked and the way her breasts jiggled invitingly. Those damn breasts!

      “Okay, third movie. Getting tougher now. Have to have a comedy in there, otherwise it’s just way too boring.”

      She stretched one leg in the air, waggling it around aimlessly as she considered her options. Jack’s eyes followed the hem of her skirt as it slid down to reveal more of her thighs. As if her breasts weren’t doing him enough damage. But it was impossible to keep his eyes from the sleek, tanned firmness of her legs. She really had great legs. They looked strong, and flexible. Like they could grip a man hard around the hips as he—

      “There’s Something About Mary!” she said suddenly, and he threw a mental bucket of cold water on himself.

      She was watching for his reaction, so he simply looked thoughtful, although he was really quietly impressed. And not a little surprised. The lady didn’t mind a good dose of potty humor. Not what he would have picked from her at all. Great breasts, great thighs and fond of puerile comedy. If they hadn’t been stuck in this elevator together, she would have taken those secrets to her grave.

      “Hmm.”

      She shook her head and continued. “Fourth movie… Something I can watch again and again, but is still fun… Con Air.”

      He nearly sat up he was so shocked. “No way!”

      “What?”

      “You do not like Con Air.”

      “I think I do.”

      “No way.”

      “Jack, I think I know if I like a movie or not. And I want Con Air as my number four.”

      “But—”

      She was lying on her side now, leaning on her elbow. Her hand on her face made her cheek squish up, making her look almost cherubic and more than a little naughty as her eyes sparkled across at him.

      “What’s your problem?” she demanded.

      “I was going to have Con Air,” he admitted.

      “Really?”

      “Yeah.”

      “Wow. Something in common. Scary,” she said.

      “You’re telling me.”

      “Don’t worry, I’m sure it’ll never happen again. And you can have Con Air on your list, too.”

      “But then we’ll have two copies of the same movie.”

      She almost laughed at his little gag, the twisting of her lips giving it away.

      “Fifth and last movie…The Wizard of Oz.”

      “The singing munchkins? The wicked witch of the west? You’re not watching that in my elevator, I can tell you.”

      She was getting better at not reacting to his jibes.

      “Your turn.”

      She sat up, rubbing her hands together with exaggerated anticipation, obviously looking forward to shooting him down in flames. He found himself admiring the dancing light in her eyes, and the way she leaned forward slightly, ready to take him on. The fact that her new position also gave him a great look at her cleavage was irrelevant. Completely irrelevant.

      “Number one—His Girl Friday, with Cary Grant and Rosalind Russell.”

      He enjoyed watching her indignation grow.

      “But you picked on me for having a black-and-white movie!”

      “That’s just me, I guess. I’m a contrary bastard.”

      Her eyes narrowed and she made an encouraging motion with her hand. “Keep ’em coming,” she prodded him.

      “Number two—Rocky. But only the first one. I hate sequels.”

      She rolled her eyes. “Typical. Macho movie about men being manly.”

      “You finished?”

      She smiled brightly. “Not really. But it’ll keep.”

      Boy, she was pretty cute when she smiled. He caught the thought and gave himself a mental slap. This Stockholm Syndrome thing was getting out of control. It was one thing to admire breasts and thighs, but thinking that someone was cute when she smiled was moving into dangerous territory.

      “Three—Raiders of the Lost Ark.”

      “Sad, but predictable. Let me guess—you have a secret craving to travel the world, wear hats and be heroic?”

      He made a point of looking very patient and forbearing. “Four—Blade Runner. Best sci-fi movie ever made.”

      His look dared her to disagree, but she just shrugged.

      “I didn’t mind it,” she admitted.

      “You didn’t mind it? I s’pose you think the Colorado River is a nice little stream?”

      “Number five, cough it up,” she said, wisely ignoring his baiting.

      He took his time, making a big show of being very thoughtful. She didn’t buy any of it, but sat with a look that very plainly said, “I know you’re about to be very annoying, and I’m ready for it.”

      “It’s tough, very tough. A couple of good contenders. But I’m going to have to go with Porkies.”

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