Billionaire's Contract Engagement / Money Man's Fiancée Negotiation. Michelle Celmer

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      Jason flipped through the pages, his brow creased in concentration. She felt comfortable leaving her clients in his very capable hands. He took his job very seriously and moreover, he was damn good at what he did. Maddox had landed a huge account thanks to him, and if Celia had her way, she was going to top that by landing Evan Reese.

      “And the afternoon meeting?” Jason asked.

      “Hopefully you can read my notes. I have the PowerPoint presentation ready to go. They need to view it and sign off or suggest any changes so we can move it into the production stage. Impress upon them that this is their last chance to see it before it goes nationwide so make sure they’re happy with it.”

      He nodded and straightened the papers before closing the folder. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it. Brock said you were going to be out of town. Hope everything is all right.”

      There was a subtle question there, and she knew he hoped she’d expound on her reasons for not being there on Friday. She was just grateful Brock hadn’t told him where she was going and why.

      She smiled. “Everything’s fine, and thank you again for stepping in on such short notice. I owe you one. Send Lauren my love. I’ll have to remember to buy her a gift certificate from my favorite spa. I can’t think of a pregnant woman alive who wouldn’t appreciate a massage.”

      Jason sent her a disgruntled look. “I don’t want some beefcake putting his hands on my wife.”

      Celia rolled her eyes. “The poor woman can’t see her feet and is probably miserable, and you’re going to be picky about who gives her some relief?”

      “Damn right I am!”

      Celia made a shooing motion with her hands. “Out. I have work to do.”

      And she made a mental note to call her salon and make an appointment for Lauren. She’d ask for the hunkiest massage therapist they had.

      Five

      The car that Evan had sent to collect Celia pulled up to the plane parked on the paved landing area that led to the single runway and stopped just a few feet from where the door to the jet lay open.

      Celia looked out the window to see Evan standing a short distance away. He was waiting for her.

      The driver opened her door, and she stepped into the afternoon sun. She blinked a few times then pulled her shades from her head over her eyes. Maybe then it wouldn’t be so obvious how she ate Evan up with her gaze.

      He was dressed casually. Jeans, polo shirt and loafers. She’d only ever seen him in suits, and she hadn’t imagined he could look better. She was wrong. So, so wrong.

      The jeans cupped him in all the right places. They clung to his thighs, rounded his butt and molded to his groin. They weren’t new, starchy-looking jeans, either. They were faded and worn, just like a good pair of jeans should be.

      “Celia,” he said with a nod as she approached. “If you’re ready, we can be on our way.”

      “I just need to get my luggage …”

      She turned to see that the driver was handing her luggage to a uniformed man.

      “Okay then, I’m ready,” she said cheerfully.

      He smiled and motioned for her to precede him onto the plane. She mounted the steps and ducked inside.

      Her eyes widened at the luxurious interior. It was simple and understated, but she recognized it for what it was. Very expensive comfort. She shoved her shades up so she could get a better look.

      There was nothing gaudy about any of the furnishings. It looked very masculine. It even smelled masculine. Leather and suede. Earth tones.

      Beyond the three rows of seats, there was a small sitting area with a couch and one chair with a coffee table and a television. To her left between the seats and the cockpit was a small galley area complete with a steward.

      The older man smiled at her and welcomed her on board.

      As she and Evan took their seats, the steward introduced himself as William and asked her if she wanted a drink.

      She glanced at Evan then back at William. “Do you have wine?”

      William smiled. “But of course. Mr. Reese keeps the airplane stocked with all the necessities.”

      She’d agree that wine was very necessary.

      A few moments later, William returned with two glasses of wine.

      “The pilot wished me to tell you he is ready for takeoff at your convenience.”

      Evan took the glasses and offered one to Celia.

      “Tell him I’m ready.”

      “Very good, sir. I’ll close the doors and we’ll take off shortly.”

      “Comfortable?” Evan asked Celia.

      She settled back into her seat and sipped at her wine. “Mmm, very. Nice jet.”

      She should have sat across the aisle from him, but that would be rude since he’d chosen the seat next to her. His nearness was killing her, though. His scent drifted enticingly across her nostrils and she could feel his heat. When he moved, his arm brushed against hers, and short of shifting in her seat—which would be terribly obvious—there was no escaping him. Furthermore, she didn’t really want to.

      It was on the tip of her tongue to suggest they use the time on the flight to go over her ideas, but she couldn’t bring herself to have business intrude.

      She mentally shook herself. Intrude on what? This wasn’t some romantic getaway. It was business. Only business and nothing else.

      It was unfair that she should be attracted to someone who was a solid no in her rule book. She’d never broken that unspoken rule. She had never been tempted to get involved with someone she worked with, or worse—a client. It didn’t matter, though, because she’d carry the stigma of someone who advanced her career by bestowing sexual favors.

      The memory sent rage curdling through her veins. She had to work at keeping her fingers relaxed. She’d worked damn hard to go beyond her family’s expectations. And to have it all taken away by someone in a position of power over her made her head explode.

      The advertising community was small, and gossip was rampant. She was under no illusion that fleeing New York made it possible for her to leave what happened behind. It hadn’t been private. It had been very, very public.

      She knew speculation ran wide. She knew people talked. Knew her coworkers probably whispered behind her back and pondered the possibility that she’d slept with Brock or Flynn Maddox to secure her position in the agency and to be granted the opportunity to land Evan Reese’s account. They probably thought she’d do whatever it took to persuade Evan.

      The only person she’d bothered to defend herself to was Brock, and she figured she owed him that much if he was going to hire her. Only he knew the truth about СКАЧАТЬ