Valley clients here in Sedona and he wanted them at Red Canyon Vineyards. The wives of the three potential clients could shop and sightsee and he could golf with the men and get some business done. Hosting this group would only be the first of many like enterprises.
But how to get the winery?
Carly’s outright refusal was an opening salvo, nothing more. He needed a way to get to her, to be with her, to figure out that one weakness that would make the winery his.
As he left Sedona, inspiration struck. He saw the next month roll out before him in the most perfect way. He knew what he needed to do on more than one front.
He had an itch for Carly that he couldn’t explain, which he needed to get rid of. He also wanted her winery as part of his working portfolio. When he put the two problems together, they cancelled each other out, fire-with-fire. He had no doubt that he’d emerge not only free of these powerful, incomprehensible longings for her but in possession of her winery as well.
He made a mental note to have Brad hire a top-notch PI to dig around in every aspect of Carly’s life.
Once he had his plans set, he’d head back to Sedona and begin his assault.
He slid on his Ray-bans and settled back in his seat. He loved this feeling of command. He would get to know Carly’s body all over again and in the seduction he’d get to know her . He’d get inside her head. He’d search and probe until he got what he wanted, her Achilles heel. As soon as he had that critical piece of information, the winery would be his.
His chest got really tight. He had a sudden uneasy feeling.
He’d never gone after a woman like this before. Taking her back to bed and keeping her there violated his one-date rule. He had good reasons for keeping his personal life simple—women tended to get emotional with successive encounters. He didn’t want Carly to start thinking he had more to give than just sex. If he wasn’t careful, she could get hurt and he didn’t want that. He might be ruthless when it came to building his business, but he would hate to think of Carly mistaking his intentions.
Well, he’d keep his finger on the pulse of that issue as the next three weeks went along. If he saw some danger signs, he’d remind her of their agreement that after the Napa deal, he’d be heading back to Phoenix for good.
He could breathe again and his brow cleared. From this point on, in his considered opinion, the winery deal was just business .
Now all he needed to do was to have a talk with Brad, his accountant and his lawyer then head right back to Sedona with his IT manager. Between the two of them, he would get his electronics set up, the way he did whenever he traveled, to keep his hands on every aspect of his empire.
Now that he had a plan, he felt certain he’d have Carly back in bed in no time and soon after, he’d have her winery.
Life was so good.
* * * * * * * * *
Two days later, when Quint hadn’t even called to pester her about her winery, Carly should have felt relieved. Her spirits however were strangely lethargic as she leaned over the lobby counter.
“I forgot to ask yesterday, did you have a nice Fourth?”
Tina nodded. “We were with Bob’s family. His idiot brother, Shane, had some illegal rockets. Of course he set them off and it was fun—that kind of thing always is—but one of the rockets misfired and landed in a juniper, in flames. That whole tree would have combusted if we hadn’t had a hose nearby.”
Carly shook her head. “Shane’s always been a loose cannon.” Her thoughts drifted elsewhere, to a set of broad shoulders and sky-blue eyes. She sighed.
“You sound like a dog who’s lost her bone,” Tina said. She tapped away at the computer. Every now and then she glanced at Carly.
“We’re slow today,” Carly said, her thoughts now fixed on the way Quint had sort of attacked her at the winery house.
“What are you talking about? You have a tour in ten minutes.”
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