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“But, I don’t know anything about adventure sports. I’ve only been a writer for about a year. I’m hardly qualified to run the kind of business you’re talking about.”
“That’s perfect.” A waiter comes over and we quickly order our meals. The whole time he’s ordering, Zane doesn’t take his eyes off me. His intense gaze turns me on so much I can barely read the menu.
I can’t help but remember what it felt like to have his rock-solid body pressed against me as we fell through the sky. But now he’s offering me a job. A real job. The kind of job I’ve always wanted.
A little voice in the back of my head wonders whether this is all some sick ploy to get me in bed.
And who is this man, anyway? Susan’s never even mentioned her brother before. Until this morning, I didn’t know he existed. And here he is, sitting in front of me with his gorgeous face and his bulging arms, expecting me to drop everything and help him start some hair-brained scheme he’s come up with.
“I pride myself on my eye for talent,” he continues when the waiter has gone. “I want someone who’s eager to prove themselves. Someone passionate, and capable, and someone with fresh eyes, so they can give a different perspective on the subject to what is already out there…I want you.”
I wrap a piece of hair around my finger and try and put my thoughts in order. But it’s hard to think straight with him sitting across from me like this.
And did he just tell me he wants me?
Just hearing those words come out of his mouth has my panties dripping with excitement.
I can still practically feel his lips against mine. Feel his bulge pressing against my pussy as we rolled around on the floor after the jump.
I never should have kissed him. But, at the time it all felt so right. Maybe it was just the adrenaline, but if that’s the case, then why can’t I stop thinking about kissing him now? Think about what it would feel like to have his mouth covering my nipples as his hardness enters me.
My breathing starts to become ragged as I fantasize about his naked, sweaty body being on top of me. I look at his huge, tattooed hands and can’t help but wonder what kind of treat lurks beneath his belt line. I bet he’s packing something serious down there. The lump I’d felt in his jumpsuit was more like a third leg than any cock I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.
“I don’t know.” I take a sip of my wine to give me the extra bit of courage I need. “This is a lot to think about. I really like working for Susan. She’s been good to me. I love the work I do. I know you probably think it’s silly… writing about diets, and face creams and coming up with healthy snack recipes, but I wake up every day and I’m excited to go to work, and this whole adventure sports thing is something I’ve never considered before. Besides, working for Susan… it’s dependable. A start-up seems riskier. What happens if it fails?”
“Firstly,” he growls, “failure is not an option. It shouldn’t even be in your vocabulary. Secondly, I don’t think the work you do issilly. I’ve read all your stuff. You’re funny and interesting and insightful.
“But, I understand where you’re coming from. Either way, I’m going to do this whether you’re with me or not. It’s just, it would be a whole lot better with you on board.”
He leans back in his chair and runs his hand over his chin. “At the end of the day, it’s up to you. I don’t want to force you into anything you’re not comfortable with. And my sister is a great boss. I’m not going to hold it against you if you chose to stay with her. How about we forget all about it, and just enjoy our meal? You can have the rest of the weekend to think about. Give me your answer on Monday?”
“Okay,” I say, biting my lip. “Monday it is.”
6
Zane
I’ve been thinking about Charlotte the whole weekend. Obsessing about her. Replaying every moment I spent with her a million times. Wondering if I could have said anything better. Could have done something different. Made sure that she had no other option but to accept my generous offer.
Walking into my sister's office on Monday morning, my nerves are a wreck. I don’t usually get this worked up over anything. For the last twenty years, I’ve been the master of my universe. Completely in control. But now I feel like it’s all slipping away from me.
What will I do if she turns me down?
Can I really go back to the city and carry on my life, the whole time knowing that there’s this gorgeous, curvy woman a short plane journey away?
“There you are.” I knock gently on the door of my sister's office and she looks up at me with a frown on her face.
“Close the door behind you.”
I do as she says and take a seat in front of her. It’s like I’m back in the principal's office. Even though I’m the older brother, and I set her up with the money to start her company, Susan’s always had the ability to make me feel like a naughty boy who’s just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
“Charlotte didn’t come into work today,” she says. “She says she’s sick. But, it’s not like her. The whole time she’s worked for me, she’s never taken a day off. Not willingly, anyway. One time she came in so ill she looked ready to collapse. I had to practically threaten her to get her to go home. And you know how she was after she fainted the other day.”
I tense my fists and grit my teeth. “And I suppose you think this has something to do with me?”
“Yes,” she says, putting her elbows on her desk. “What exactly did you do to her on Friday? I tried asking her, but she wouldn’t say a word.”
“Do to her?” I jump up out of my chair, knocking it back on the floor behind me. “I would never do anything to her. What kind of man do you take me for?”
