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found a close
spot. Talk about lucky. A car backed out of a spot near the door. I flipped on
my blinker and waited while they pulled away, then turned into the spot.
With a quick glance at my watch, I
hurried into the store, smiled at the greeter and grabbed a cart. Looking up at
the signs, I headed to the back of the store toward the health and beauty
products.
After picking out what I needed, I
glanced at my watch. Good, I still had time to get ready for dinner.
I wondered what room Nick was in. Not
that I really cared. I just hoped he wasn't too close. That's all I needed.
Having Bill next door was bad enough. I paid for my purchases and headed back
to my car.
Back in my room, I decided on the white
Capri pants for dinner with the blue blouse. I looked in the mirror and
smoothed my hair. As good as it was going to get and not a moment too soon.
Someone knocked on the door. I grabbed my purse and room key and hurried out.
No point letting Nick in.
I opened the door and a very tanned, very
handsome, Nicholas Donatello stood in front of me. His light brown shirt set
off his golden brown eyes. His usual wavy black hair was now cut in a crew cut.
The look suited him.
He looked me up and down and let out a
low whistle. "You know, I think this is the first time I've seen you in
anything besides a dress or a skirt."
Heat crept up my neck. Why hadn't I
thought to wear a skirt? The look was too casual for dinner with my boss. I
hoped he didn't get the wrong idea. To make matters worse, I couldn't think of
an intelligent thing to say.
"Shall we go, I'm starved." Now
that was a downright lie. After that late lunch, I no more felt like eating
than I felt like hiking.
Nick moved aside and let me walk in front
of him. He put his hand on my back and led me toward his car. A sleek white
Corvette. Why didn't that surprise me? Of course, he'd have a sports car. Not
crazy about his hand on my back, I tried to move away tactfully. "Nice
car." I stepped back as if to check it out.
"It's okay."
Okay, what was he, nuts? Of course, he
drove a BMW M6 convertible at home. Had to cost over a hundred grand. No way a
corvette could compete. I almost laughed out loud. Compared to my little Saturn
it was like yachts and rowboats.
I slid into the seat, glad now I wore the
Capri pants. I didn't care much for the way Nick looked at me– like he wanted
to devour me. Something didn't feel right. This didn't feel like a business
dinner. "Is Mrs. Gilmore going to meet us at the restaurant?"
Nick opened the car door and got into the
driver's side. "No, she isn't."
I didn't like it. Nope, not even a
little. "So what's going on? I thought the living room was all set. I
already ordered the fabric for the drapes and chairs. What kind of changes does
she want now?"
Mrs. Gilmore had the reputation for
changing her mind. I remembered the last room I designed for her, the master
bedroom. Gladys Gilmore changed her mind about the drapes and bedding three
times before she made a final decision. Hell, she changed her mind four times
on the living room already.
"We'll discuss that with her
tomorrow. Can't you forget about work for one night?"
Uh oh, I didn't like the sound of this.
"I thought that's what you wanted to discuss."
"Tonight I just want to relax and
enjoy your company." Nick reached over and touched my arm.
I stiffened under his touch. Nothing at
all like Bill's. "I'd really like to know what's going on with Mrs.
Gilmore." Bring it back to business. I didn't want him to get the wrong
idea. Besides he was my boss, and I never mixed business with pleasure.
Nick took his hand away. "Don't you
ever have fun? Can't you forget about business for one night?" He parked
the car in the lot next to Joe's Crab Shack, turned off the ignition and looked
at me.
My cheeks burned. How was I going to
handle this? "Look, Nick, just so there's no misunderstanding. I'm
involved with someone. I came here on business, not for pleasure."
Nick smiled. "Fair enough.
spot. Talk about lucky. A car backed out of a spot near the door. I flipped on
my blinker and waited while they pulled away, then turned into the spot.
With a quick glance at my watch, I
hurried into the store, smiled at the greeter and grabbed a cart. Looking up at
the signs, I headed to the back of the store toward the health and beauty
products.
After picking out what I needed, I
glanced at my watch. Good, I still had time to get ready for dinner.
I wondered what room Nick was in. Not
that I really cared. I just hoped he wasn't too close. That's all I needed.
Having Bill next door was bad enough. I paid for my purchases and headed back
to my car.
Back in my room, I decided on the white
Capri pants for dinner with the blue blouse. I looked in the mirror and
smoothed my hair. As good as it was going to get and not a moment too soon.
Someone knocked on the door. I grabbed my purse and room key and hurried out.
No point letting Nick in.
I opened the door and a very tanned, very
handsome, Nicholas Donatello stood in front of me. His light brown shirt set
off his golden brown eyes. His usual wavy black hair was now cut in a crew cut.
The look suited him.
He looked me up and down and let out a
low whistle. "You know, I think this is the first time I've seen you in
anything besides a dress or a skirt."
Heat crept up my neck. Why hadn't I
thought to wear a skirt? The look was too casual for dinner with my boss. I
hoped he didn't get the wrong idea. To make matters worse, I couldn't think of
an intelligent thing to say.
"Shall we go, I'm starved." Now
that was a downright lie. After that late lunch, I no more felt like eating
than I felt like hiking.
Nick moved aside and let me walk in front
of him. He put his hand on my back and led me toward his car. A sleek white
Corvette. Why didn't that surprise me? Of course, he'd have a sports car. Not
crazy about his hand on my back, I tried to move away tactfully. "Nice
car." I stepped back as if to check it out.
"It's okay."
Okay, what was he, nuts? Of course, he
drove a BMW M6 convertible at home. Had to cost over a hundred grand. No way a
corvette could compete. I almost laughed out loud. Compared to my little Saturn
it was like yachts and rowboats.
I slid into the seat, glad now I wore the
Capri pants. I didn't care much for the way Nick looked at me– like he wanted
to devour me. Something didn't feel right. This didn't feel like a business
dinner. "Is Mrs. Gilmore going to meet us at the restaurant?"
Nick opened the car door and got into the
driver's side. "No, she isn't."
I didn't like it. Nope, not even a
little. "So what's going on? I thought the living room was all set. I
already ordered the fabric for the drapes and chairs. What kind of changes does
she want now?"
Mrs. Gilmore had the reputation for
changing her mind. I remembered the last room I designed for her, the master
bedroom. Gladys Gilmore changed her mind about the drapes and bedding three
times before she made a final decision. Hell, she changed her mind four times
on the living room already.
"We'll discuss that with her
tomorrow. Can't you forget about work for one night?"
Uh oh, I didn't like the sound of this.
"I thought that's what you wanted to discuss."
"Tonight I just want to relax and
enjoy your company." Nick reached over and touched my arm.
I stiffened under his touch. Nothing at
all like Bill's. "I'd really like to know what's going on with Mrs.
Gilmore." Bring it back to business. I didn't want him to get the wrong
idea. Besides he was my boss, and I never mixed business with pleasure.
Nick took his hand away. "Don't you
ever have fun? Can't you forget about business for one night?" He parked
the car in the lot next to Joe's Crab Shack, turned off the ignition and looked
at me.
My cheeks burned. How was I going to
handle this? "Look, Nick, just so there's no misunderstanding. I'm
involved with someone. I came here on business, not for pleasure."
Nick smiled. "Fair enough.
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