questions were asked and answered, and through it all, Drew really reached the kids. By the time Mr. Darwich rejoined him back on the stage for a final thank-you, the boys were all pumped up and excited and making plans.
Then Drew stunned her, and them, by saying that, with Mr. Darwich’s approval, he’d like to donate an entire library of SBC DVDs. Most of the DVDs were taped fights, but some of them were instructional videos by the fighters themselves.
And for that, Drew got a standing ovation and raucous cheers.
Gillian applauded, too.
Drew Black had surprised her—again. Every minute that she knew him proved him more outrageous, and more considerate, than any man should be.
CHAPTER 4
A s they left the group home and walked out to the lot where Drew had parked, Drew caught Gillian’s arm. She turned to him with a brow raised.
He took up the pace beside her. “So what’s the verdict?”
He needed reinforcement? Did her opinion really matter to him, or was he only concerned about his position as president of the company? Either way, she didn’t have the heart to leave him wondering. “Two thumbs up.”
“Seriously?” Skepticism beetled his brows. “I don’t lose points for slipping in a few curses?”
“Not at all.” He deserved to hear the truth. “I wouldn’t have changed a thing. Your methods worked. The boys listened to you.”
“Yeah?” Pleased, he shrugged and said, “Thanks.”
As she again started away, he asked, “Where are you going?”
“I parked in a lot down the block.”
Puzzled, he looked from her, to where she indicated, and back again. “Why?”
To avoid this very situation . She hadn’t wanted to be tempted to leave with him. And he was tempting, too much so. He affected her too strongly for her to test her own powers of resistance.
She fudged the truth by saying, “I wasn’t sure if the lot would be full.”
“Yeah, lot of traffic at a boys’ home, huh?” His dubious expression gave little credence to her lie. “Well, it’s too bad you insisted on driving yourself. We could have . . . chatted on the way over here.”
Gillian pasted on a very practiced smile. Drew had offered to pick her up, but being alone with him, even while traveling for business, was out of the question. “I had to drive because I have other commitments tonight, but—”
“Yeah, me, too.”
She stalled, and her rehearsed spiel about keeping things professional dissipated like a weak mist. “What do you mean? What are you doing?” Good Lord, she sounded far too curious, and far too . . . possessive. To cover up her reaction, she gave him a severe look of warning. “I trust you won’t be getting into trouble.”
“Nothing for you to faint over.” He paused beside a sleek black BMW, leaned back on the fender, and crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m going to Roger’s Rodeo. Supposed to meet some folks there for drinks and conversation.”
“Business?”
“Not really, no. But if you’re worried about it, you could join us and keep an eye on me firsthand. What do you say?”
She really wanted to, but . . . she’d already laid claim to other plans. Drat. “I wish I could, Drew, but I’m needed elsewhere.”
“Needed, huh?” His gaze dipped to her chest and remained there. “As in sexually, you mean? ’Cause if that’s the case, I have some needs of my own—”
In self-preservation, Gillian smashed a finger over his mouth. If he continued like that, she’d never be able—
His hot tongue touched her finger and he drew her into his mouth.
“Drew.”
Catching her wrist so she couldn’t pull her finger away, he licked her again.
It felt . . . sinful .
“So.” He wore that Got you look and continued to hang on to her wrist as he kissed her palm and then the inside of her wrist. “What is it you have going on tonight, Gillian?”
As if he wasn’t doing the most sexually suggestive things to her, as if she wasn’t breathless because of it, he casually
Then Drew stunned her, and them, by saying that, with Mr. Darwich’s approval, he’d like to donate an entire library of SBC DVDs. Most of the DVDs were taped fights, but some of them were instructional videos by the fighters themselves.
And for that, Drew got a standing ovation and raucous cheers.
Gillian applauded, too.
Drew Black had surprised her—again. Every minute that she knew him proved him more outrageous, and more considerate, than any man should be.
CHAPTER 4
A s they left the group home and walked out to the lot where Drew had parked, Drew caught Gillian’s arm. She turned to him with a brow raised.
He took up the pace beside her. “So what’s the verdict?”
He needed reinforcement? Did her opinion really matter to him, or was he only concerned about his position as president of the company? Either way, she didn’t have the heart to leave him wondering. “Two thumbs up.”
“Seriously?” Skepticism beetled his brows. “I don’t lose points for slipping in a few curses?”
“Not at all.” He deserved to hear the truth. “I wouldn’t have changed a thing. Your methods worked. The boys listened to you.”
“Yeah?” Pleased, he shrugged and said, “Thanks.”
As she again started away, he asked, “Where are you going?”
“I parked in a lot down the block.”
Puzzled, he looked from her, to where she indicated, and back again. “Why?”
To avoid this very situation . She hadn’t wanted to be tempted to leave with him. And he was tempting, too much so. He affected her too strongly for her to test her own powers of resistance.
She fudged the truth by saying, “I wasn’t sure if the lot would be full.”
“Yeah, lot of traffic at a boys’ home, huh?” His dubious expression gave little credence to her lie. “Well, it’s too bad you insisted on driving yourself. We could have . . . chatted on the way over here.”
Gillian pasted on a very practiced smile. Drew had offered to pick her up, but being alone with him, even while traveling for business, was out of the question. “I had to drive because I have other commitments tonight, but—”
“Yeah, me, too.”
She stalled, and her rehearsed spiel about keeping things professional dissipated like a weak mist. “What do you mean? What are you doing?” Good Lord, she sounded far too curious, and far too . . . possessive. To cover up her reaction, she gave him a severe look of warning. “I trust you won’t be getting into trouble.”
“Nothing for you to faint over.” He paused beside a sleek black BMW, leaned back on the fender, and crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m going to Roger’s Rodeo. Supposed to meet some folks there for drinks and conversation.”
“Business?”
“Not really, no. But if you’re worried about it, you could join us and keep an eye on me firsthand. What do you say?”
She really wanted to, but . . . she’d already laid claim to other plans. Drat. “I wish I could, Drew, but I’m needed elsewhere.”
“Needed, huh?” His gaze dipped to her chest and remained there. “As in sexually, you mean? ’Cause if that’s the case, I have some needs of my own—”
In self-preservation, Gillian smashed a finger over his mouth. If he continued like that, she’d never be able—
His hot tongue touched her finger and he drew her into his mouth.
“Drew.”
Catching her wrist so she couldn’t pull her finger away, he licked her again.
It felt . . . sinful .
“So.” He wore that Got you look and continued to hang on to her wrist as he kissed her palm and then the inside of her wrist. “What is it you have going on tonight, Gillian?”
As if he wasn’t doing the most sexually suggestive things to her, as if she wasn’t breathless because of it, he casually
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