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“Yes, apparently.That was a new one on me, too.Should have seen the guy’s face when he talked about her, though.He smiled nearly as much as you have this morning.Anyway, didn’t you get the file?Slade signed the contract, I got it sent to you via courier Saturday morning.”
Carter frowned; he’d been out sailing over the weekend.
Knowing how efficient his housekeeper was, he opened up his computer bag, and found a thick brown folder he hadn’t put in there.
“You can always count on Mrs.Ferrar to save the day,” he said, opening it up and glancing through it until he got to the signatures on the last page.
He’d check through it later, but there was ink on the dotted lines, which was always a good sign.
“How the fuck is that supposed to work?It’s not a coffee machine, that’s a damn spaceship,” Trick grumbled, interrupting his brief inspection.
Carter rolled his eyes and confidently turned his attention to the coffee maker.
He stared dumbly.Damn, the thing even looked like a spaceship.There were too many buttons and just about zero directions written anywhere.
“There must be instructions somewhere,” Trick reasoned, opening cupboards and drawers as Carter gritted his teeth, unreasonably aggravated by the uncooperative piece of equipment.
He was an engineer, designing complex, unique toys for a living.He could open up most computers, take out every part and rebuild it within hours.He wasnotgoing to lose against a coffee maker.
“What’s this handle for?”he asked, pushing a metallic tube down.
Scorching hot vapor came out of the damn thing, burning his hand.
“Jesus, this thing is a damn liability!”he cursed, putting the contract he was holding on a nearby table to protect it from the machine, before turning at the sound of a discreet chuckle just behind him.
Cassie was standing close – close enough for him to get a whiff of her delicate, floral scent.Proficiently, and without saying a word, she grabbed two cups, put them side by side and pushed a few buttons, doing some kind of magic until the machine yielded to her power.
“Cappuccino, latte?”she asked, turning to her left – towards Trick, rather than him.
She just glanced quickly, blushed, and returned to her task.
Carter didn’t like that.He didn’t like that at all.Her timid response to Trick meant that she was just excessively shy, not particularly nervous aroundhimas he’d believed before.Damn, that was sobering.Perhaps he wasn’t so special after all.
“You can do the posh stuff?Then yes, please.Either would be lovely.”
She took some milk from the fridge and used the dangerous metal thingy that had left a red mark on his palm to fluff it up.
Then Cassie looked at him.For one instant, those emerald eyes that were too big for her face met his as she opened her mouth to speak; then she turned tomato red, shut her trap and bit her lip, unable to utter a simple word.
That was more like it.
“I’ll just have mine black.Thank you, Cassie.”
That made her look up again, gorgeous eyes full of questions.She wondered why he knew her name, of course.Good question, sweetheart.He met people every day and he only bothered to recall the names of those who mattered; influential businessmen, reputable celebrities, fellow professionals… and Cassie Franklin.
Damn if this wasn’t a slippery slope – he was man enough to admit it.He couldn’t spend any amount of time with the girl without wondering what her lips would look like wrapped around his cock.He couldn’t explain it, not even to himself.Shewasn’this type, dammit.He liked older women, sophisticated socialites who looked perfect on his arm when he took them to functions.Actresses, models, or professionals at the top of the food chain.
The hardness pushing against his zipper was in disagreement with the head he should be listening to.
Retreat.Now was the time to retreat.
“Enjoy your lunch,” he heard himself say as he absentmindedly gathered his things and put them back in his bag.
Carter turned around and headed out, knowing without a shadow of a doubt that Trick was going to be on his ass about the incident.
“You and little Cassandra Franklin?Really?”his friend asked as soon as they were out of the door.
“Leave it.”
