Marrying the Manhattan Millionaire. Jackie Braun

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      “Hello, Michael.”

      Her voice was as husky and provocative as he remembered. He ignored the tug of lust and in his most casual tone replied, “Hey, Sam. It’s been a while.”

      They had seen each other a few times across crowded rooms at advertising functions, but this marked their first actual conversation since his return to town.

      “Yes. It has.”

      “How have you been?” he asked.

      “Good. Great, in fact. You?”

      “The same. How’s your family?”

      Michael thought he’d managed to keep the sneer from his tone, but realized he wasn’t successful when she replied, “I might tell you if I thought you really cared. In fact, as I recall, the last time I tried to tell you, you wouldn’t even listen.”

      “Ancient history.” He shrugged. But then couldn’t resist adding, “I see you’re still working for Daddy.”

      She crossed her arms, leaving the little beaded handbag she carried to swing from one elbow in her agitation. That wasn’t what held his attention, though. The pose did sinful things to her cleavage, which in turn did sinful things to his line of thinking.

      “Why wouldn’t I be? The Bradford Agency is the best in town.”

      “One of the best,” he corrected. “I guess I thought maybe after all these years you would have finally broken free of him.”

      “I don’t need to break free,” she objected. “I’m an account executive and a good one. I’m being primed, I might add, to take over the agency when my father retires in eight years. That means that by the time I’m forty, I’ll be the one calling all the shots at Bradford. I could very well wind up in charge of my own agency before you do. I’m hardly the prisoner you assume me to be.”

      “Right.” He nodded solemnly and ignored her jab about his foot-dragging on going into business for himself. “I forgot. You had a choice, Sam. And you made it.”

      They stared at each other for a long moment. He barely heard her voice above the din of conversations when she replied, “You made a choice, too.”

      He closed his eyes, shook his head. “Back to that already, are we?”

      “What did you expect?”

      “More originality on your part, I guess, given some of the advertising campaigns you’ve put together.”

      Her eyes narrowed. “I’m trying to figure out if that was intended as a compliment.”

      “Let me know when you decide.” His smile was intentionally ambivalent.

      Sam unfolded her arms. “Well, I just came over to offer my congratulations.”

      “That’s big of you under the circumstances.”

      “Just say ‘you’re welcome,’” she said tightly.

      “You’re welcome.” Michael angled sideways in his seat and settled one elbow over the back of the chair. Testing himself, he allowed his gaze to meander to the vee of her décolletage again. Even without her arms crossed, enough gently mounded skin was exposed to ignite his imagination and send his hormones into overdrive. “That dress looks good on you. And I do mean that as a compliment, in case you’re wondering.”

      She shrugged dismissively. “It was just something I had hanging in my closet.”

      “Ah. I see you still have expensive taste.” When she said nothing, Michael added, “That particular designer’s fashions are very high end. I know because he’s one of my clients.”

      “Yes. For now.” She smiled sweetly and he felt a muscle begin to tick in his jaw.

      “You work too hard, Sam. It makes me wonder if you’re ever off the clock or if you’re always scheming up ways to grab my accounts.”

      “I don’t have to scheme for that, Michael. I just have to do my job well. As for my personal life, it’s none of your business.”

      He shrugged. “Still, I’m surprised to see you in here. I figured you’d be tucked in your bed by now, alarm set, bags packed and ready to head to the airport to catch the first flight to LaGuardia.”

      This time the muscle that ticked was in her jaw, making him wonder how close he’d come to the truth.

      “If you must know, I was supposed to meet someone for drinks.”

      Michael glanced around. His amused expression belied his words when he said, “I hate to be the one to break it to you, but it looks as if you’ve been stood up.”

      “As amusing as you would find that to be, the truth is I’m the one who’s late. Our meeting time was nearly an hour ago. Unfortunately, it completely slipped my mind.”

      “Better things to do, such as go to bed alone?”

      Her eyes narrowed, making him wonder if he’d scored another hit. Then he pictured her in that bed, alone…and waiting. And he was the one who took the hit. “Sorry.” Michael waved a hand. “It’s none of my business.”

      “Right you are.”

      “Forget I said it.”

      “I’ve tried to forget everything you’ve ever said to me,” she replied airily.

      “Yeah?” He cocked his head to one side. “Had any success?”

      “Plenty.” She smiled.

      “So, you’re saying the past—our past—is water under the bridge?”

      She nodded, looking pleased when she informed him, “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

      “Good. Glad to hear it.” He reached for the chair next to his and pulled it away from the table. “Then it shouldn’t be a problem for you to join me in a drink. You can drown your sorrows.”

      He told himself he’d only tendered the invitation to wipe that smug grin off her face. He half hoped she would refuse. His masochistic half, though, knew she would accept. Sam wasn’t one to back down from a challenge or a dare. Essentially, his invitation was both. A chorus of Halleluiah—sung by that masochistic half—broke out in his head as she lowered herself slowly into the chair. He sought to silence it with a sip of bourbon, only to realize a little too late that his glass was empty.

      Of course she noticed.

      “What are you looking to drown, Michael?” One dark eyebrow arched as she asked the question. Before he could answer she signaled the waiter. “I tell you what. This round is on me.”

      Michael tapped the side of the empty glass with his index finger. He meant it when he said, “You’ll get no objection. I’m only too happy to see you pay.”

      Sam gritted her teeth. Foolishness, that’s what this СКАЧАТЬ