The Elliotts: Mixing Business with Pleasure: Billionaire's Proposition / Taking Care of Business / Cause for Scandal. Brenda Jackson
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least he could have done was pass out a year’s supply of antacid with this kind of news.”
Daniel chuckled and shook his head. “Good luck.”
“Same to you,” Gannon said and walked the few feet to where his father and mother stood.
Twirling his glass of brandy, his father met Gannon’s gaze. “I should have known this earthquake was coming.”
“Who could have predicted this?” his mother, the most easygoing person he knew, asked. She met Gannon’s gaze and smiled. “I see you’ve already recovered and are ready for the game.”
“It’s in my genes,” Gannon said with a nod to his father.
“You have some ideas already?” his father asked, clearly pleased.
“Sure do.” Gannon knew the first person he wanted on the Pulse team: Erika Layven, the woman he broke up with over a year ago.
Erika Layven reviewed the layout for the April issue of HomeStyle magazine with a critical eye as she took another sip of instant hot chocolate with marshmallows. Wiggling her sock-clad feet beneath her desk, she studied the spring-flower theme of multicolored roses, sprigs of lavender and cheery pansies. A huge contrast from the gray, bitter-cold January late afternoon she glimpsed outside her fifteenth-story window in Manhattan.
The weather made her feel cold and old. The recent report from her doctor hadn’t helped much either. Add to that the New Year’s Eve party she’d attended with a forgettable man and the more forgettable kiss at midnight and she could feel downright morose.
If not for the pansies, she told herself and straightened in her chair. She had a bunch of reasons to feel good. As managing editor of Elliott Publication Holdings’ new magazine HomeStyle, she had the opportunity to help create a vision and make it come true. She had power. She had influence. She had a dream job. If she felt herself missing the rush she’d felt when she’d worked for Pulse, she pushed it aside. This was better, she told herself. In this world, she ruled.
A knock sounded at her door and she glanced at the frog clock on her desk. It was after five-thirty on Thursday night. Most employees had left for happy hour.
“Yes?” she called.
“It’s Gannon,” he said, then unnecessarily added, “Gannon Elliott.”
Erika’s stomach jumped into her throat and she took a full moment to catch her breath. What did he want? Pushing her curly hair from her face, she pulled together her composure. “Come in,” she said in as cool a voice as she could manage.
The door opened and Gannon—six-foot-two, black hair, green eyes and killer body—filled the doorway, filled the room. She steeled herself against him and strictly instructed her hormones to behave, her palms to stop sweating and her heart to stop racing.
Idly wishing she’d kept on her boots so she could meet him almost eye to eye, she stood in her sock feet behind her desk. “Gannon, what a surprise. What brings you here?”
“Hadn’t seen you in a while.”
Your choice, she thought but took a different tack. “I’ve been very busy with HomeStyle.”
“So I hear. You’re doing a fabulous job.”
“Thank you,” she said, unable to fight a sliver of gratification. Gannon was tough. He’d never been given to flattery. “It looks like Pulse is full of excitement as always.”
He nodded. “What did you think of the series we ran on fighting Internet viruses?”
“Excellent,” she said. “I loved the day spent with an Internet security soldier. Fascinating.” She paused a half beat. “I would have added a fraction more human interest.”
His mouth lifted in a half grin. “That’s one of the things I always admired about you. You see the good in an article but are always looking for a way to make it better.”
“Thank you again,” she said, feeling curious. “You still haven’t told me why you’re here.”
He glanced at her bookcase and tilted his head sideways to read a few titles. “How much do you like it here?”
Confused by his attitude, she studied him carefully as he lifted her frog clock from her desk. He wasn’t acting normal. Although she wasn’t sure what normal was for Gannon. Their relationship had clouded her instincts where he was concerned.
“What’s not to like? I get to help rule,” she said and smiled.
He glanced up and met her gaze and she felt a mini kaboom go off inside her. He chuckled. “That’s one way of looking at it.” He returned her frog clock to her desk and reached for her mug, lifting it to just below his nose. He smiled. “Hot chocolate with marshmallows. You must not want to stay up tonight.”
Erika’s stomach twisted and she felt her sense of humor wane. Gannon possessed all kinds of insider information on her because they’d been lovers. A fact she had tried hard to forget during the past year. “A good night’s sleep keeps me sharp.”
He nodded and paused thoughtfully. “Do you miss Pulse at all?”
The blunt question surprised her. “Of course I do,” she said. “The fast pace, always being on the cutting edge. There was an adrenaline rush every day.”
“And you don’t get that here,” he concluded.
“HomeStyle provides a different kind of satisfaction.”
“What if you were given the opportunity to come back to Pulse with a promotion and salary increase over last time?” he asked.
Erika was taken off guard again. The prospect of being inside the best newsmagazine in the world provided a potent lure. There was nothing laid-back about Pulse. Working for that magazine had demanded the best of her mental and creative energy. It had forced her to grow. She’d been surrounded by brilliant, ambitious people.
And she’d gotten involved with a man who had ruined her for other relationships.
She pushed her hair behind her ear and looked outside the window as she tried to form a response. “It’s tempting,” she admitted.
“I want you back on the Pulse team,” Gannon said.
“Tell me what it would take for you to make the move and I’ll make it happen.”
Erika gaped at him in shock. When the faintest gossip had surfaced about her relationship with Gannon, he’d stopped everything between them cold and had begun to treat her as if she were just another team member. His behavior had knocked her sideways enough that she’d known she couldn’t work with him anymore. The position at HomeStyle had offered a haven from him, and she was slowly getting over him.
“I need to think about this,” she finally managed.
He blinked in surprise and she felt a sliver of satisfaction. Gannon was accustomed to hearing yes, not maybe. She saw his jaw clench and felt another dart of surprise. What was going on here?
“That’s fair enough. I’ll drop by to talk with you tomorrow after work.”
“Sorry. Can’t do,” Erika said. “I have an appointment out of the office at four-thirty. I’m not coming back in.”
He gave a slow nod, as if she were trying his patience. “Okay, are you working this weekend?”
“From home.” She glanced at her calendar. “Tuesday would be best.”
“Monday, after work,” he said in a brusque voice that had frightened the life out of more than one intern.
The tone unsettled her enough not to push further. “Monday after work,” she confirmed.
“Good. See you then,” he said, holding