Page 31 of Angel In Armani

Her dad’s desk, where she currently sat, had been a flea market find of her grandfather’s. It had sentimental value but had been ugly to start with, and forty years of use hadn’t improved things.

Lucas finished his inspection and then his gaze returned to Sara. All that blue, focused on her. Just like it had been back in that damned motel room.

And even though he was only here to offer a job, even though she knew that she was not the sort of woman that men like Lucas sought out for other reasons, there was something deep in that blue gaze and the way he watched her that made her want to do something very stupid.

Like ask him to kiss her again.

Which would be crazy because he was only here to offer her a job. But the fact she was imagining something more meant she really should say no. Saying yes because she couldn’t think straight when he was around would be an invitation to disaster. After Evan, she’d decided she’d wanted her next relationship to be based on off-the-charts chemistry.

Which was how she’d ended up dating Kane in the army. And that hadn’t exactly worked out well, either. So now she really needed to keep her hormones in check and make the smart decision. “I’m not?—”

“Look, the busiest time for me is the next few months.” He came a little closer, near the edge of her desk. His scent drifted across the desk, and she fought the urge to close her eyes and breathe deeper. Instead she rolled her chair back a little.

Lucas smiled.

One quick smile. One quick knowing bloody smile that meant he knew she was unnerved by him. That he liked it.

And what did that mean?

“A few months?” she managed.

“Just until the season starts in April. It’s not that long and it will give you a chance to get your chopper fixed. Then we can reevaluate.”

It sounded too good to be true. In her experience, too good to be true usually was. Which was another indication that she needed to be very careful about the decision she made. Because he would become not just a client but her only client. Her boss, really. “My insurance could come through any day now. So you’re asking me to potentially give up several months’ profit.”

He shrugged. “Yes. We’ll compensate you for that once your chopper is fixed. Alex came up with an offer.”

“Oh really?” She wondered exactly how much he thought Charles Air made. “Does Alex know much about running a helicopter charter?”

“No, but he knows about running a multibillion-dollar corporation that has a company fleet. Ice Incorporated? Perhaps you’ve heard of them.”

“Wait, your business partner is Alex Winters?” Sara said. Maybe she should have read all of the articles she’d found about Lucas and the Saints, not just the bits about him. Ice was one of those gigantic companies that did a bit of everything. Including some aeronautical research she’d read about. Alternative fuel sources for planes and helos as well as design.

“Yes. And he said to offer you this.” Lucas pulled an envelope out of his jacket pocket and passed it to her.

Sara took it gingerly. What if the offer was terrible? Then she’d have to say no and go work for Ron Harris. On the other hand, if it was good, then she’d be working for Lucas. Lucas who’d seen her naked.

Lucas whose naked body had made her wake from dreams of it hot and wanting too many times since that night in the Hamptons.

She wasn’t entirely sure which was the more terrifying option.

“Are you going to open that?”

No point putting it off. She flipped open the envelope and pulled out the paper inside then unfolded it. When she read the figure typed there, she had to sit down for a moment.

“Sara?”

“I always wondered what an offer you couldn’t refuse looked like,” she said faintly. She read the letter again. The figure didn’t change. And it was more than she was likely to clear in three months of running with one helo.

She didn’t know whether to be gleeful or horrified. She scanned the letter a third time. Then actually took in what the words surrounding the salary figure said. “What’s this part about Florida?”

Lucas leaned back. “I don’t want to bother with two pilots. So when I go to Florida, you’ll come with me and ferry me between Orlando and Vero Beach. That’s where our spring training facility is.”

“I’m assuming you don’t do day trips?”

“Not usually, why?”

“I have a dog.” She glanced down to where Dougal would normally be lying near the desk. She’d left him at her parents’ house earlier, wanting to focus on her pile of paperwork. Just as well. He’d be going ballistic with Lucas here.

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