Millionaire: Needed for One Month. Maureen Child
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Nathan, just a few feet away. He hadn't even looked up when she entered the room.
“Ignoring me doesn't make me invisible,” she said abruptly.
“Huh? What?” He raised his head, turned to look at her and asked, “What did you say?”
“I said, are you going to be sitting in front of that computer all day?”
“I have work to do.”
“That you can't send anywhere because the phone lines are down.”
“It's not e-mail, it's work,” he said.
“Fine.” She blew out a breath, walked toward him, then squatted beside him until they were eye to eye. “My point is, does everything have to be done today?”
“Keira …”
She hopped up, plopped onto the couch beside him and leaned in, staring at the computer screen. “Okay, okay. So you have to work. Tell me about it. Talk to me.”
He sighed in resignation, and Keira hid a smile. “I'm working up a new schedule for impromptu visits to my hotels.”
She looked at him, stupefied for a second, then burst out laughing.
“What's so funny?”
She waved one hand, shook her head and fought for breath. Laughter spilled from her throat, bubbled into the room and crashed down around them as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and gave him a fast hug. “Nathan, you're really something,” she said when she finally got control of her giggles.
“I'm so happy I can entertain you.”
“Don't you get it?” she asked, grinning. “You're making a schedule for impromptu visits. The whole point of impromptu is no schedule.”
Nathan scowled at her, then at the computer screen. He felt like an idiot. But in his own defense, he'd only been making busy work anyway. Anything to keep his mind off the fact that Keira was here and way too accessible.
He had no intention of getting in any deeper with her. And the best way to keep from doing that was to keep his hands to himself. Yet … everytime he heard her breathe, or caught a whiff of her scent, all he wanted to do was carry her back upstairs and bury himself inside her.
He wanted to experience again that incredible warmth that he'd only found with her. But it wouldn't be right. He wanted to enjoy her, enjoy their time together and still be able to walk away. Because he would be leaving. Nothing would stop him.
She reached out and closed the computer, then clambered onto his lap. Threading her arms around his neck, she looked into his eyes and asked, “What do you do when you're not working?”
He didn't have an answer. Strange, but he'd never really thought about it. “I'm always working.”
“Well, let's see what we can do about that.”
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