She took a deep
breath and managed to keep her mouth shut. Her fists clenched by her
side as she fought both her frustration and the urge to kick his ass.
“My office,” she
bit out.
“After you,” he
said.
He held his hand
out for her to precede him, but she didn’t trust the twinkle in his eye.
“No, you first. I
insist.”
He laughed then. A
husky sound that slid over her like the warm honey sometimes imported
from outlying islands. Luckily the leather bustier she wore was thick
enough to hide the pebbling of her nipples.
But he did turn
around and walk down the catwalk towards her office. And that was the
first time she got to see his amazing ass.
The leather pants
he wore completely showed it off to perfection. It was tight and round.
Diana found herself wanting to take a big bite out of it.
“See anything you
like?”
Damn it!
Her eyes snapped
up to meet his. She fought the blush that she knew was creeping into her
cheeks.
Play it cool, Di.
“Maybe.” She
shrugged her shoulders and walked past him into her office. She perched
in her chair behind the large stainless steel desk.
“Now, Mr. Calix,
what can I do for you?”
“I told you
several times now, Diana, you can call me Cal.”
She grit her teeth
at the use of her full name, but she wasn’t about to correct him. She
wanted this whole thing over with as soon as possible.
He paced her small
office, though he couldn’t really take more than two steps in either
direction. Finally, he sat down in the chair across from her and spoke.
“I heard you were
the best tracker on Gemini.”
She sucked in a
deep breath. She hadn’t been prepared for that.
“I’m sorry. I
don’t know where you got your information, but you’re mistaken. I’m not
a tracker.”
“Anymore,” he
said. “I do know that. But I’m willing to make it more than worth your
while.”
She assumed he was
talking money.
“I assume you can
see that I’m a very successful club owner. I don’t need your money.”
He winked at her
and lifted one shoulder in a careless gesture.
“There are
other things I can offer you besides money.”
