The Millionaire's Wish. Abigail Strom

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      “Reality is overrated. Okay, at least give me some details. You hardly told me anything yesterday. Is he as sexy in person as he is in that magazine? Just looking at his picture makes me want to burst into song.”

      Allison’s mouth twitched. “Like in a musical?”

      Rachel sighed dramatically. “More like an opera. I could do a whole aria about my lust for Rick Hunter. Did you sing while you were in his office?”

      “No. I mostly yelled at him for being a selfish jerk. Which he is, by the way. He turned down Julie’s wish, and whatever he wants to see me about, I don’t think it’s to tell me he’s changed his mind.”

      Rachel shook her head. “I tried to tell you before, you’re prejudiced. I read about him in that article. His company supports a lot of charities. And he went into the army right after 9/11—that’s not selfish, is it?”

      Okay, that was surprising. Allison had a soft spot for soldiers—her brother was overseas right now on his fourth tour of duty.

      Of course, military service didn’t automatically make Rick Hunter a hero. Not everyone went into the army for noble reasons. Maybe he just wanted to blow things up. He did design all those violent video games, after all.

      “You know, I think you’re right,” she mused aloud.

      “I frequently am. About what, specifically?”

      “I think I am prejudiced. I’m looking for reasons not to like him.”

      “That’s because you’re fighting an attraction so powerful you—”

      Allison laughed. “Okay, stop. I won’t admit to a powerful attraction, but I’ll try to keep an open mind when I meet him later. Is that good enough?”

      Rachel grinned. “For now.”

      Rick finished work by five o’clock, which left him time for a quick workout before his appointment with Allison. He rode the elevator down to the basement, where he’d had a fitness center installed for his employees.

      He was about to start his usual weight circuit when one of his VPs challenged him to some one-on-one basketball.

      A short but hard fought game left him feeling relaxed and loose. He took a quick shower, decided to change into jeans and a T-shirt, and at six-twenty strolled into the Starbucks near Allison’s office.

      She wasn’t there yet. If she was like nine women out of ten he knew, she’d be late, of course. He settled himself at a table in the back with a black coffee and the Wall Street Journal, but found himself glancing toward the entrance every couple of minutes.

      At six-thirty on the dot, she came through the door.

      He’d been wondering if she would dress any differently for this second meeting. He was used to women primping for him, dressing up for him. Hell, he’d been with women who wore makeup to bed.

      Not that this was a date, of course. But it wasn’t crazy to think that Allison might have put some thought into her appearance before seeing him again.

      She gave a nod of recognition when she saw him and threaded her way through the crowd toward his table.

      She was wearing jeans and a gray sweatshirt. When she sat down, he could see she wasn’t wearing any makeup at all. Not even lip gloss.

      Okay, that confirmed it. Allison Landry was not attracted to him.

      Which was perfect, he reminded himself. For the kind of arrangement he was looking for, attraction would only be a complication.

      “Hello again,” he said, laying down his newspaper. “Thanks for agreeing to meet me.”

      She smiled, and her face was transformed. Gone was the serious-minded idealist. When she smiled like that she looked sweet, a little playful, and completely charming.

      “I have to admit, I’m curious as to what kind of business proposal you have for me.”

      He hesitated. “Can I get you some coffee first? Or tea?”

      “No, thanks.”

      He hesitated again. The straightforward look in her blue eyes made him feel unsure of himself, something he wasn’t used to. “Before I tell you about it, I’d like to apologize for yesterday. We didn’t get off on the right foot.”

      “Maybe not, but we’re here to start over, like you said.” She rested her forearms on the table and clasped her hands together. “Tell me about your proposal, Mr. Hunter.”

      “Rick.”

      “Okay, Rick. And you can call me Allison. Now that we’re on a first name basis, will you tell me why I’m here?”

      In a negotiation, always lead with strength. He took out the check he’d already signed and slid it across the table.

      She frowned at him a second before picking it up.

      Her skin was so translucent he could see the flush creeping up from the base of her throat to the roots of her hair. He could practically feel the warmth rising from her skin.

      He was caught, fascinated. When was the last time he’d seen such transparent emotion?

      She looked up at him.

      “This is …” She paused to clear her throat. “This is a check for half a million dollars.”

      He nodded slowly, his eyes on hers. “Would it help?”

      Stupid question. Of course it would help.

      “You can’t imagine how much,” she said, her voice trembling a little. “I was going to spend tomorrow figuring out what programs to cut this year … which services we won’t be able to provide. This …” Her chest rose with a quick breath. “This changes everything.”

      He shouldn’t have asked. Now he felt a flicker of guilt, because there were strings attached to that check. For a moment he wished there weren’t, that he could bask in the glow of those flushed cheeks and shining eyes and ask nothing in return.

      But that’s not why he was here. Well and good if their deal helped her out—her foundation did good work and Allison was obviously a good person. But he needed to get something out of this, too. He thought of Hunter Hall and hardened his heart.

      “That’s one half of the business proposal I was talking about.”

      She blinked at him. “Right. Yes. Of course.” She shook her head, smiling ruefully. “I’m sorry if I got carried away. The sight of all those zeros was a little overwhelming.”

      He watched her rein in her emotions. And even though he knew it would be easier to negotiate if they were both in business mode, a part of him missed the stars that had been in her eyes a moment ago.

      She laid the check back down on the table. “Well, you certainly have my attention. СКАЧАТЬ