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"So, lass, would you be workin' on our account?"
Sara dragged her eyes away from Simon. Who were these right. They
were with Simon. He'd introduced her, but she hadn't paid attention. She
hoped there wasn't going to be a quiz.
Account& She glanced at Simon and saw him carefully watching the men,
then glance her way. Would her working on the account be a good thing? A
white-jacketed waiter wearing gloves set their drinks on the table.
Sara hefted hers and answered the man. "In a manner of speaking."
"A Scotch drinker. What a woman." The other men raised their glasses to
her and everybody took a drink.
But not everybody wanted to spit it right back out the way Sara did. She
forced herself to swallow and endure the burn all the way down. Vile, vile,
vile. She munched on a few cheese crackers, but her tongue was numb and she
couldn't taste anything.
Scotch, a martini or gin and tonic. She was going to get Missy for this
assuming she could find her and that Missy was still speaking to her when she
did.
Speaking of speaking, nobody was saying anything. They were all looking
at her. "So, have y'all ever been to Houston before?"
Two of the men had, but it was the first visit for one.
"I thought I was going to be dodging horses," he said. "Nobody told me it
was the bloody tropics!"
Sara laughed politely and shot a quick look toward Simon. He gestured
with his eyes toward the men, which Sara interpreted to mean that she was to
stay and chat.
Cool. She'd never been the female entertainment before. But uncool being
mistaken for a hooker. And she was pretty sure that most of the men at the
Stratford Oaks, with the exception of Simon, were still laboring under the
impression that she was a lady of the evening. Nevertheless, she channeled
some Missy with a dash of Hayden and acquitted herself well, if she did say so
herself.
But when they rose to go to dinner, she declined to go with them. "I know
you boys have business to discuss." Oops. Too much Hayden.
Simon looked at his watch. "I'll give you a chance to unload the conference
materials and meet you in the lobby in, say, ten minutes?"
One of the men leaned toward him. "Do ya think that's enough time to
persuade yon lass to come with us?"
"Yon lass has other plans," Sara said, smiling her best Missy smile as she
said it.
After the men left, Simon walked her past the bartender with whom she
exchanged a significant look and opened the door for her.
"Thanks, Sara."
"For what?" She should be thanking him.
"You charmed those men. Thanks to you, I have every expectation of
coming to an informal agreement with them over dinner tonight." The words
were businesslike, but the way he said them was a warm caress. He took a
step toward her.
In all honesty, she could have taken a step backward, and probably should
have, but she didn't. He was looking down at her in such a lovely, manly,
entirely inappropriate, gleaming way.
"I appreciate it," he said, still looking down at her, still standing a bit too
close.
"You're welcome," she whispered. Oh, okay, she might have leaned a little
toward him. Just in case he, you know, might be thinking of, well, kissing her.
Kissing Simon. Her hormones had quit prickling and had gone into
complete meltdown. She could feel them pooling deep within her, sending
little messages to her brain. "You're a woman. He's a man. We're ready. We're
ready now. We've been ready."
Was she nuts? This couldn't be for real. She and Simon worked, if not
exactly together, for the same company. A major no-no. He probably thought
she expected a goodbye kiss and was just being nice so she wouldn't feel
embarrassed.
But & there was that wonderful intense gleam in his eyes, and the way he
focused on her and only her, compelling her to focus on him and only him. If
she could just know what it was like to feel his mouth against hers, to be
wrapped in his arms and pressed against his chest&
His head moved, tilting ever so slightly. Desire crackled between them.
"Sara," he breathed.
She didn't even see his lips move. She closed her eyes as his hand skimmed
around her cheek and cupped the back of her neck. She may have made a
slight sound. She certainly tilted her chin.
His lips settled gently over hers in a questing, exploratory kiss. Sara knew
he was judging her reaction, trying to figure out if they were both on the same
page and what she wanted to do about it if they were. It was the perfect first
kiss, especially considering they were in the outer entrance of a hotel bar in
which she'd recently been mistaken for a hooker. It was the kind of first kiss
that made her forget that Simon wasn't on her list of possibles.
As Simon broke the kiss, his hand slowly fell away and the look he gave her
made her feel as though the U.S. Olympic gymnastics team was practicing in
her stomach.
Oh, would it really be so bad to just forget about that little quibble she had
with him? The one about his sis
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