Abby Gaines – The Rebel Tycoon's Outrageous Proposal (страница 11)

JARED FOUND HIMSELF unreasonably excited about his meeting with Holly on Sunday night. It was because the goal he’d worked toward for nearly twenty years was so close, he told himself.

It had nothing to do with Holly’s razor-sharp analytical mind, which presented such an intriguing contrast to the sensuous, almost mysterious curve of her mouth. And definitely nothing to do with the hottest kiss in history, the one they’d shared Friday night.

They both knew he wouldn’t do it again.

Tonight Holly opened the door promptly in response to his knock.

“Had a good day?” After an initial nanosecond scan of her person, Jared kept his gaze firmly on her face. The red leather miniskirt revealed gorgeous legs that Friday’s jeans had only hinted at. Teamed with a white cotton blouse with off-the-shoulder sleeves, the overall look was one of sultry innocence. Very sexy.

But he knew she wouldn’t appreciate his appreciation. And after his performance the other night, the last thing he needed was to get their first evening together—working together—off to an unpropitious start.

“A long day.” She stifled a yawn—hardly the usual reaction Jared encountered when he arrived at a woman’s home—as she led the way into the apartment.

Jared crossed to the office area. Apart from a small pile of papers on the desk, there was no evidence of three days spent on his deals. Could it be that Holly wasn’t as thorough as everyone said?

He soon found it was more a matter of her being meticulously tidy. She’d gone over a ton of information since he’d last seen her, and she ran through his options with a thoroughness that lifted the hairs on the back of his neck.

Was there any hope at all that she might not figure out what he was up to?

“Jared?”

His eyes traveled over her slightly parted lips. Lips whose sweet, heated response he could recall without effort.

“What did you say?” he asked, annoyance seeping into his tone.

She bridled. “I asked if you want to hear my thoughts on pricing. But if you don’t want to…”

“Go ahead.” He got up and walked to the window, looked out at Elliott Bay instead of at Holly.

When she told him her conclusions, Jared was startled at how similar the numbers were to those he’d come up with, though her rationale was quite different. She knew her stuff inside-out—her only fault was that she explained things in such detail, he couldn’t get a word in edgewise to compliment her.

They were so engrossed in their discussion that he didn’t check his watch until hunger pangs reminded him they hadn’t eaten.

“It’s nine o’clock,” he told Holly. “I’m starving. Let’s get a pizza and keep working.”

She wrinkled her nose, as if pizza didn’t suit her, but agreed, so he went ahead and ordered. He poured two glasses of wine from a bottle he found in the refrigerator. When he looked up at Holly, she was rubbing the back of her neck with both hands. The movement lifted her breasts beneath the thin cotton of her blouse, drawing his eyes down to the high, rounded curves. He wondered which of those sexy bras she had on underneath. Maybe the transparent, gauzy white underwire with the front opening clasp. Or the—what was it, ivory?—with the imagination-stirring gold buckles on the straps.

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