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I would be plenty busy just getting packed up, but I had the distinct feeling Sebastian asking anyone for help was a rarity. “If I can.”

“I’m going to set up a meeting with Mr. Kane, whose headquarters is in the Big Apple. He’s the gentleman you chastised me about with regard to my tone. He’s been one of my largest clients, brokering deals for many of the wealthiest people in the world. He also had connections to the airlines where some of our planes have been sold. Losing his support would mean a significant dip in profits.”

“Yes, I understand.”

“I think having you there will temper his mood.”

Sebastian lifted a single eyebrow as he looked at me. “As long as you can hold your temper.”

He chuckled. “I’ll do my best.”

“Then I agree, but on one other condition.”

“What is it with you and your conditions?”

“My mother always taught me to go after everything I wanted.”

“Ah, yes,” he said with amusement in his tone. “You’d like the CFO position.”

“I would, but not with this company. At least not yet, Mr. Winfield.”

“A good answer and I think we’re at the point of using our first names. Don’t you? After all, we do know each other a little more personally.”

“Yes, we do.”

“I’ve looked over some of your other recommendations including contacting the corporate moguls of international hotel chains. That would bypass the broker situation.”

“I think not having all your eggs in one basket would be a good idea. You build luxurious planes and you could even establish a marketing program that will make it difficult for them to refuse.”

“You have a sense of marketing as well. Perhaps that’s something we’ll talk about during our time in New York.”

“I’d like that.”

“Why don’t you go home, Kacey. Get some rest before your flight.”

Just when I’d convinced myself I could keep hating him, he did something nice. “That would be great. You do have my number?” Duh. Of course he did.

“I do, but I assure you I would find you if absolutely necessary.”

Why was it his words sent white-hot electricity racing down my spine?

CHAPTER 14

Kacey

“He sent a dress,” I stated as I stared at the insanely gorgeous slice of elegance placed ever so gently on a vivid pink silk hanger.

“What do you mean he sent a dress?” Stephanie asked.

I was cradling the phone in the crook of my neck while I walked toward my dresser mirror, which was currently leaning against the wall in preparation of the movers. I shifted back and forth, shuddering from the ramifications of wearing something so provocative could mean.

“I mean he had a courier deliver an incredibly hot red dress to my apartment. Shoes and intimate apparel as well. I feel a little bit like the chick inPretty Woman.”

“Ooh-la-la. A hot, hot, hot date.”

“This isn’t a date. Remember? It’s a business dinner in preparation of a huge and very important meeting with a client.”

“Right. Whatever you say. Then why send a gorgeous dress? You have plenty of them.”

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