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She pursed her lips. Clearly she didn’t like that concept. “How so?”

“Opening a new site requires much more than pushing paper around in an office. Much of it requires networking. The resort employees are very friendly and outgoing people; you’ll be working with most of them. You don’t want to appear to be the standoffish stiff suit from Corporate.”

Sure, it was a bit of an exaggeration, but not exactly a lie. It would help to have her get to know the resort employees and the regular guests. Though pushing the matter could be very dangerous ground he was treading. He couldn’t seem to help himself.

“Like going to this island party, you mean?”

“Parties are considered by most people to be fun, Jenna.”

“I’ve never had much time for them.” She tilted her head in his direction: her implication was clear. Unlike yourself.

He was quite aware how well-documented his social life was. “Believe it or not, most of those galas I’m photographed at have some type of business angle. Nine times out of ten, I’m not there because I want to be.” And lately, each party had been more tiresome than the last. It was becoming harder and harder every time to feign a level of interest he simply didn’t feel.

She raised an eyebrow. “Yes, you looked downright pained in that latest photo. The one on the yacht where you’re popping open the bottle of champagne, surrounded by bikini-clad socialites. How do you stand it?” Her tone held such mock seriousness he couldn’t help but laugh. Surprisingly, his laughter earned a small chuckle from her as well.

“Those photos aren’t always what they seem,” he responded.

Her mouth tightened into a thin line. “Well, most of the parties I’ve attended, I wasn’t there to enjoy myself. I was there to work, serving or to clean up afterward.”

“Is that how you helped pay for your education? Working at social events?” he asked. No wonder she didn’t associate social events with anything remotely pleasurable. And no doubt she’d watched her mother cross the line far too many times with all sorts of partying. Jenna Townsend had never been afforded the opportunity to simply have fun and enjoy life, not even as a child.

She nodded. “One of the ways. I did all sorts of odd jobs. Mostly waitressing. The catered parties paid better than, say, waitressing at the diner.” She turned back to him as the aircraft began to taxi down the runway. “Your parents were particularly generous. I worked some of those swanky backyard barbecues your mom and dad were known for. I think you were off at college by then.”

Had she? She’d never been at any of the ones he’d been present at. He wouldn’t have missed her.

“I would have noticed if you were there,” she said, surprising him.

“You would?”

The red stain of her cheeks grew deeper. “Of course. You were a minor celebrity in school. Big man on campus.”

“I guess I was a bit driven, even back then.”

“That’s an understatement.”

“Yeah, well. It’s not like I was doing it for me.”

She studied him with interest. “Who else?”

Cabe shrugged. “My parents were very busy people. I figured out at a very young age that I could either get their attention by rebelling and getting into trouble. Or I could try and excel at everything. I chose the latter.”

Funny, he’d never admitted that to anyone before. But he wanted Jenna to understand that what outsiders saw of his life as a teen wasn’t the complete picture.

“Did you so much as ever get detention?” she asked with a sly smile.

“I think once. It wasn’t my fault. I was merely at the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“That happened to me a lot,” she responded.

“Getting detention?”

She shook her head. “No, being at the wrong place at the wrong time.”

Cabe was about to ask her to explain, but Jenna turned and looked out the window as if she’d prefer the conversation to be over.

Perhaps she was right—sometimes the past was better off left to stay there. Though he remembered those years well—all the parties his parents held that Jenna had referred to. Including memories of the first corporate outdoor luncheon he was allowed to attend. He must have been around age fifteen or so. He’d been so nervous, making sure to say all the right things and behave in all the right ways.

The Jordan Golden Boy.

He’d acquired the moniker right around that time as well, due to his stellar grades and lightning-fast skills on the basketball and tennis courts. Accomplishments he worked his behind off to achieve. All to make himself worthy of the Jordan family.

When he’d first found out that he was a Jordan in name only.

* * *

What had she gotten herself into?

Mistake. This whole trip had been a mistake. She’d been a fool to take on this assignment. She’d been a fool to think she could play in Cabe Jordan’s league on her own terms.

She was only going on this trip and working on this project in order to get the achievement on her résumé. Not for some kind of working vacation. Cabe had to realize she wasn’t the type to do island-wide parties.

As if traveling in his private jet weren’t enough, she might have to accompany him to a lavish tropical extravaganza. With fireworks! How was she supposed to act distant and unaffected? How was she supposed to avoid falling under Cabe Jordan’s spell? He was charming enough under the most innocuous of circumstances.

By the time their jet landed, Jenna still hadn’t figured it out.

Cabe stood and offered her his hand. “Ready?”

Of course not. But she simply nodded and let him guide her out of the aircraft, his hand placed gently at the small of her back. She knew he was just being courteous. But his touch wreaked havoc on her senses. The man had absolutely no idea of the effect of his presence. Didn’t he see how women around him practically swooned at his feet? The flight attendant being a perfect example.

Yet somehow she was supposed to ignore the way his hand on her back sent a tingle clear down to her toes. Or how he so casually vowed to “show her a good time” while here.

She nearly tripped over the last step as they disembarked.

“Are you all right?” Cabe said behind her.

“Yes, I’m fine. It’s just much hotter than I’d anticipated.” That was no exaggeration. A wall of heat and humidity enveloped her as they walked toward the small stucco building that housed the island’s airport. Her smart, fitted suit jacket instantly clung to her skin.

“It’ll get better,” Cabe assured her. “The airport is always ten to fifteen degrees hotter. You’ll feel more comfortable once we’re closer to the beach with an ocean breeze to temper the heat.”

And what was going to temper her reaction to Cabe Jordan? She’d said too much on the flight over, drifting dangerously close to “pity me” territory—something she’d sworn never to do over the years. She wasn’t about to start now. Not even if Cabe’s significant charm had her tongue loosening.

And what was his story? All those things he said about having to prove himself growing up. His accomplishments had seemed to come so easy to him when they were kids. Maybe that had all been an illusion. Not that it was really any of her business. Cabe was her boss.

A sleek town car awaited them outside once they were through with customs. The driver was a pleasant tall man with skin the color of mocha coffee. He kept up a steady stream of conversation with Cabe as he maneuvered the busy streets. Based on the familiarity, Jenna guessed he was Cabe’s regular driver on the island.

Jenna found herself too distracted by the scenery outside to focus on their conversation. Among lush, green mountains and the majestic sight of the ocean, the roadside sat peppered with run-down, decrepit shacks. Such poverty among such beauty. On a much smaller scale, it reminded her of the way she’d grown up—the days when they weren’t sure they’d be able to eat while just a few miles away stood the glamorous, ritzy grandeur of downtown Boston. Well, she’d fought tooth and nail to climb out of that bleak existence. And she was proud of it. She’d done it on her own, through hard work and discipline. Unlike her mother, who still to this day waited for the right man to come along and save her—a rich, powerful man. Well, that idea hadn’t really worked out for any of them. Jenna knew better than to fall for such fantasy.

Within forty-five minutes they arrived at the resort. After the striking displays of poverty on the roads they’d just passed through, it was like entering a different world.

A guard outside a tall, metal gate pushed a button to let them through.

“You have a few minutes to freshen up,” Cabe told her. “Then I’d like to show you around, particularly the shopping center attached to the resort. You can see where the new store is to be built.”

“I won’t need that much time,” she answered, grabbing her things off the seat. “I’d like to get started as soon as we can.”

He lifted his head and stared at her, as if studying some unfamiliar object. “I know we’re in a bit of a time crunch but there’s no need to be quite so rushed, Jenna.”

She shrugged. “I’m just anxious to get going, that’s all.”

“Well, we’re on island time now. Things always move slower down here. You may as well relax.”