Nothinglife-threatening, of course. Some genital warts would be nice sprouting up on Max’s dick.
He whirled around in the chair and she took a quick step back. Pinning her withhis gaze, he smiled and said, “And I owe you an apology.”
“Huh?”
“An apology.” Waving the binder in front of her, he said, “I underestimated your talent. Your statewide public relations blitz is really good. You have a keen eye for what will capture the public’s attention.”
Okay, maybe just crabs, then…not warts. “Thank you.”
So she’d take a look at his notes, and then she’d throw them in the trash. She tookthe binder and sat across the oval table from him, pouring through his comments. Occasionally she’d look up to find him staring at her, but she ignored him,concentrating instead on what was obviously sheer brilliance.
Okay, so he knew public relations. More than knew it. Especially nationwide
programs, not to mention international. In a few hours of scribbles he’d outlined what would, essentially, catapult The Rising Storm into one of the top hotel/casino chains in the nation.
No wonder Lissa thought so highly of him, and why Logan had agreed to bringhim down here to work with her.
She had to admit defeat on this one. He knew way more than she did, at leastabout running their PR program outside the state. “This is fantastic.”
He grinned, and her heart slammed against her ribs. “You think so? Great. Do youthink it’s doable in the time parameters I outlined?”
“Maybe. Might need a little tweaking, but definitely close to the deadline dates.”
“Good. And now that I look at your statewide plan, I think you’re right. We can
start the blitz statewide, then in the next quarter take it nationally.”
He agreed with her? Damn, she should have played the lottery today. So maybehe wasn’t the big bad wolf. She stood, figuring she’d better get back to her office. Max rose and skirted the table, stopping in front of her.
Lord, he smelled good. Like fresh sunshine and the crisp, warm outdoors in thesummer. She didn’t want to stare at the pulse throbbing in his neck, or wonder ifhis skin would taste salty if she licked there.
He cleared his throat and she tilted her head back, meeting his gaze. The yellowflecks seemed to dance through his eyes, like spots of sun filtering a greenmeadow.
Whenever she stood close to him, her magic churned within her, like it wanted toerupt all around them. She fought hard to keep it contained.
“Your eyes change colors sometimes,” he said, tucking one of her errant hairs behind her ear. “The blue clouds over, grows darker, like a squall is brewing.”
Oh, it was brewing all right. She shuddered at the brush of his fingers against herear, wondering what he’d do if she let loose her powers and showed him what shewas capable of. Probably run screaming from the room. Wouldn’t that be aninteresting sight? Max Devlin running for his life.
Then again, he didn’t strike her as the type of man who’d run from anything.
And she liked him better when they were arguing. Then she could easily keep herdistance. This…this she didn’t like. His easy smile, the way his hair curledagainst the back of his neck, making her want to reach out and caress the darklocks, the way his gaze focused on hers in a way that had nothing to do withbusiness.
When he was nice to her she wanted to give in and…
And do what? Grab him, kiss him, throw him down on top of the conferenceroom table and have her way with him?
Oh, no. She was not going there! Better to keep her lusty thoughts about Maxconfined to her dreams. Much safer that way.
“Shannon, there’s something I want to talk to you about. I—”
“There you are!” Kaitlyn threw the doors open and hurried toward them. “You two going to stay holed up in here all night? There’s a party to prepare for, you know.”
Shannon quickly stepped back, thankful for the interruption. Yet a part of
He whirled around in the chair and she took a quick step back. Pinning her withhis gaze, he smiled and said, “And I owe you an apology.”
“Huh?”
“An apology.” Waving the binder in front of her, he said, “I underestimated your talent. Your statewide public relations blitz is really good. You have a keen eye for what will capture the public’s attention.”
Okay, maybe just crabs, then…not warts. “Thank you.”
So she’d take a look at his notes, and then she’d throw them in the trash. She tookthe binder and sat across the oval table from him, pouring through his comments. Occasionally she’d look up to find him staring at her, but she ignored him,concentrating instead on what was obviously sheer brilliance.
Okay, so he knew public relations. More than knew it. Especially nationwide
programs, not to mention international. In a few hours of scribbles he’d outlined what would, essentially, catapult The Rising Storm into one of the top hotel/casino chains in the nation.
No wonder Lissa thought so highly of him, and why Logan had agreed to bringhim down here to work with her.
She had to admit defeat on this one. He knew way more than she did, at leastabout running their PR program outside the state. “This is fantastic.”
He grinned, and her heart slammed against her ribs. “You think so? Great. Do youthink it’s doable in the time parameters I outlined?”
“Maybe. Might need a little tweaking, but definitely close to the deadline dates.”
“Good. And now that I look at your statewide plan, I think you’re right. We can
start the blitz statewide, then in the next quarter take it nationally.”
He agreed with her? Damn, she should have played the lottery today. So maybehe wasn’t the big bad wolf. She stood, figuring she’d better get back to her office. Max rose and skirted the table, stopping in front of her.
Lord, he smelled good. Like fresh sunshine and the crisp, warm outdoors in thesummer. She didn’t want to stare at the pulse throbbing in his neck, or wonder ifhis skin would taste salty if she licked there.
He cleared his throat and she tilted her head back, meeting his gaze. The yellowflecks seemed to dance through his eyes, like spots of sun filtering a greenmeadow.
Whenever she stood close to him, her magic churned within her, like it wanted toerupt all around them. She fought hard to keep it contained.
“Your eyes change colors sometimes,” he said, tucking one of her errant hairs behind her ear. “The blue clouds over, grows darker, like a squall is brewing.”
Oh, it was brewing all right. She shuddered at the brush of his fingers against herear, wondering what he’d do if she let loose her powers and showed him what shewas capable of. Probably run screaming from the room. Wouldn’t that be aninteresting sight? Max Devlin running for his life.
Then again, he didn’t strike her as the type of man who’d run from anything.
And she liked him better when they were arguing. Then she could easily keep herdistance. This…this she didn’t like. His easy smile, the way his hair curledagainst the back of his neck, making her want to reach out and caress the darklocks, the way his gaze focused on hers in a way that had nothing to do withbusiness.
When he was nice to her she wanted to give in and…
And do what? Grab him, kiss him, throw him down on top of the conferenceroom table and have her way with him?
Oh, no. She was not going there! Better to keep her lusty thoughts about Maxconfined to her dreams. Much safer that way.
“Shannon, there’s something I want to talk to you about. I—”
“There you are!” Kaitlyn threw the doors open and hurried toward them. “You two going to stay holed up in here all night? There’s a party to prepare for, you know.”
Shannon quickly stepped back, thankful for the interruption. Yet a part of
Similar Books
![Blood Prince [Wolf Creek Pack 4]](https://fs.dianahicksbooks.com/485482/thumbs/152x264/blood-prince-wolf-creek-pack-4.jpg)
