Beauty and the Billionaire. Barbara Dunlop
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light and unconcerned. “So what do we do now?”
A wolfish grin grew on his face.
All right, so maybe there was a reason to assume he was willing.
“No,” she said, in a stern voice.
“I didn’t say a word.”
“You thought it. And the answer is no.”
“You’re a cold woman.”
“I’m an intelligent woman. I’m not about to sleep my way to the top.”
“There’s a lot to be said for being at the top.”
“I guess you would know.”
He leaned back in his chair, expression turning mischievous. “Yeah. I guess I would.”
She ignored the little-boy charm and leaned forward to prop her elbows on his desk. “Okay, let’s talk about how this works.”
“I thought we’d pretty much demonstrated how it worked last month.”
She wished he’d stop flirting. It was ridiculously tempting to engage. Their verbal foreplay that night had been almost as exciting as the physical stuff.
“Nobody here knows about us,” she began, keeping her tone even.
“I know about us,” he pointed out.
“But you’re going to forget it.”
“Not likely,” he scoffed.
She leaned farther forward, getting up into his face. “Listen carefully, Hunter. For the purposes of our professional relationship, you are going to forget that you’ve seen me naked.”
“You know, you’re very cute when you’re angry.”
“That’s the lamest line I’ve ever heard.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Can you be serious for a second?”
“What makes you think I’m not serious?”
“Hunter.”
“Lighten up, Sinclair.”
Lighten up? That was his answer?
But she drew back to think about it. Could it be that simple? “Am I making too much of this?”
He shrugged. “I’m not about to announce anything in the company newsletter. So, unless you spread the word around the water cooler, I think we’re good.”
She eyed him up. “That’s it? Business as usual?”
“Gramps may have bought Lush Beauty Products for his own bizarre reasons. But I’m here to run it, nothing more, nothing less. And you have a job to do.”
She came to her feet and gave a sharp nod, telling herself she was relieved, not disappointed, that it would be easy for him to ignore their past.
“See you around the water cooler, I guess,” she said in parting.
“Sure,” Hunter responded. “Whatever.”
Despite the casual goodbye, Hunter knew it would be hell trying to dismiss what they’d shared. As the office door closed behind her, he squeezed his eyes shut and raked a hand through his hair. Their past might have been short, but it was about as memorable as a past could get.
For the thousandth time, he saw Sinclair in the Manchester mansion. She was curled in a leather armchair, beneath the Christmas tree, next to the crackling fireplace. He remembered thinking in that moment that she was about as beautiful as a woman could get. He’d always had a thing for redheads.
When he was sixteen years old, some insane old gypsy had predicted he’d marry a redhead. Hunter wasn’t sure if it was the power of suggestion or a lucky guess, but redheads were definitely his dates of choice.
The flames from the fire had reflected around Sinclair, highlighting her rosy cheeks and her bright blue eyes. Her shoulder-length hair flowed in soft waves, teasing and tantalizing him. He’d already discovered she was smart and classy, with a sharp wit that made him want to spar with her for hours on end.
So he’d bided his time. Waiting for the rest of the family to head for bed, hoping against hope that she’d stay up late.
She had.
And then they were alone. And he had been about to make a move. She was his cousin’s new sister-in-law, and he knew their paths might cross again at some point. But he couldn’t bring himself to worry about the future. There was something intense brewing, and he owed it to both of them to find out what it was.
He came to his feet, watching her closely as he crossed the great room. Her blue eyes went from laughing sapphires to an intense ocean storm and, before he even reached her chair, he knew she was with him.
He stopped in front of her, bracing a hand on either arm of the chair, leaning over to trap her in place. She didn’t flinch but watched him with open interest.
He liked that.
Hell, he loved that.
“Hey,” he rasped, a wealth of meaning in his tone and posture.
“Hey,” she responded, voice husky, pupils dilated.
He touched his index finger to her chin, tipping it up ever so slightly.
She didn’t pull away, so he bent his head, forcing himself to go slow, giving her plenty of time to shut him down. He could smell her skin, feel the heat of her breath, taste the sweet explosion of her lips under his.
His free hand curled to a fist as he steeled himself to keep the kiss gentle. He fought an almost overwhelming urge to open wide, to meet her tongue, to let the passion roar to life between them.
Instead, he drew back, though he was almost shaking with the effort.
“Stop?” he rasped, needing a definite answer, and needing it right now.
“Go,” she replied, and his world pitched sideways.
With a groan of surrender, he dropped to one knee, clamping a hand behind her neck, firmly pulling her forward for a real kiss.
There was no hesitation this time. Their tongues met in a clash. She shifted in the chair to mold against him, her breasts plastered against his chest while desire raced like wildfire along his limbs.
Her hair was soft, her breath softer, and her body was pure heaven in his arms.
“I want you,” he’d muttered.
“No kidding,” she came back.
His chuckle rumbled against her lips. “Sassy.”
“You know it,” she whispered in the instant before he kissed her all over again.
The kiss went harder and deeper, until he finally had to gasp for air. “Can I take that as a yes?”
“Can I take that as an offer?” she countered.
“You can take it as a promise,” he said, and scooped her into his arms.
She placed her hands on his shoulders and burrowed into the crook at his neck. Then her teeth came down gently on his earlobe. Lust shot through him, and he cursed the fact that his bedroom was in a far corner on the third floor.
A knock on his office door snapped him back to reality.
“Yeah?” he barked.
The door cracked open.
It was Sinclair again.
She slipped inside, still stunningly beautiful in that sleek ivory skirt and the matching blazer. Her pale-pink tank top molded to her breasts, and her shapely legs made him long to trail his fingertips up past her hemline.
“Since it’s business