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“You don’t scare me,” she said. “My sisters and I have a policy. We don’t date members.”
“But I’m not a member,” he reminded her. “You won’t let me join.”
He reached for the doorknob. But he had no intention of opening it yet. If she wouldn’t give him a chance to have another talk with her, he would have to have it here; he would have to warn her to stay away from Blair and Teo and just let them be happy without her continued interference.
But if she would agree to date him, he could keep her busy and out of their lives. And he knew just how he’d like to keep her busy...
He would run his hand over her shapely legs and push up that dress, and then he would...
“Grant?”
Was she waiting for him to leave? Or had she changed her mind?
He was going to assume the latter—to his benefit. So he turned back and grinned at her. “You won’t regret it,” he said. “I’ll show you a good time. The best time you’ve ever had...” He reached for the door now. “I’ll pick you up at six thirty. Bring your passport.”
“Grant—”
He didn’t stop this time, just walked out and closed the door behind him to shut off her protest. Her sister, the receptionist, was on the phone, but she’d covered the mouthpiece to laugh. So she’d obviously overheard most of their conversation. “See you later,” she whispered to him. “And good luck!”
Miranda might refuse to go with him when he returned to pick her up. But that was just one of the chances he was taking...
The biggest risk was her actually going out with him. What was he going to do then?
He knew what he would like to do—toher,withher—but he was worried that she was going to get him into even more trouble than she always had his sister. More trouble than he’d even gotten himself into.
And that would be a hell of a lot...
CHAPTER THREE
“WHATAREYOUgoing to wear?” Tabitha asked the minute Miranda wearily closed the door on the reception area after her last potential client.
She wouldn’t be signing up the woman who had wanted proof that Miranda had other billionaires available for her to date. For one, Miranda didn’t want a client like that—like her mother—who wasn’t looking for a match but for a meal ticket. And for another, she wasn’t going to show the woman anyone else’s financial information. She did require that information, though, just to make sure that she didn’t sign up women or men who weren’t gainfully employed. She didn’t want any freeloaders in Liaisons International.
It was bad enough having one working for her.
Confused, she stared at her sister and asked, “What do you mean?”
“For your date with Grant Snyder,” Tabitha replied. “What are you going to wear?”
“Nothing.”
Tabitha laughed. “Guess you’ve waited for him too long to play hard to get, huh?”
Heat rushed to Miranda’s face, but she ignored her embarrassment and glared at her sister. “I meant nothing because I am not going out with him.”
“She can’t,” Regina said, startling Miranda with her presence in the open doorway to her office, which was on the opposite side of the reception area from Miranda’s.
Miranda was startled that Regina had come into the office at all. Usually the IT expert worked from home. Miranda glanced from one sister to the other, amazed again at how different they all looked from one another. Tabitha was willowy with brilliant red hair and bright green eyes, and Regina was tall with dark hair and dark eyes. But then, they each had a different father, only three of Mother’s many husbands.
Putting together why Regina had joined them, she accused Tabitha, “You called her.”
Tabitha nodded. “Of course I did. This is huge! You’re going out with Grant Snyder!”
“No, I’m not,” she insisted.
With that last appointment running longer than she’d thought, she needed to get the hell out of the office before he actually showed up, if he really intended to at all. He’d probably just been messing with her.
Regina released a shaky sigh. “That’s good. I thought you were returning to your old ways.”
