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Authors: Bella Andre
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could the new owner of the Outlaws calling her bright and early on a Saturday morning be a good thing. She swallowed past the sawdust in her mouth.
"Speaking."
"I believe I hired you to reform the finest player on my team?" What had Ty done? Because whatever it was, she had to hand it to him: He'd gotten the big guns to come out shooting.
Right at her chest.
"Yes, sir," she said. "Mr. Calhoun and I met briefly yesterday to go over our preliminary plan."
"Did your plan include late-night visits to strip clubs, my dear?" Strip clubs? Oh, God! Shock and hurt hit her square across the chest. He'd gone from her nearly naked body straight to a stranger's naked body.
She knew she didn't mean anything to him, but it hurt to have it slap her in the face. Before she managed to get her brain around a reply, he said, "We're in my office waiting for you. Aren't we, Mr. Calhoun?"
From a distance, she heard Ty call out, "Hey, Julie. You missed a real fun time last night." His nerve was almost as enormous as his ego.
"I'm on my way," she bit out, but the phone was already dead in her hands. While she set a speed record for showering, getting dressed, and putting on makeup, Julie imagined all the different ways she could murder Ty. But nothing she could think of was either gory enough or involved enough prolonged torture to suit her.
She wanted blood and by God, she was going to get it.
CHAPTER NINE
Good morning, sunshine."
The smile that Julie pinned on her face nearly disintegrated in the face of Ty's cheerful, too-gorgeous-for-his-own-good-and-hers-too greeting.
After a night of carousing, it just wasn't fair that he should look so good. He was still an irresistible bundle of muscles and heat, his long tanned fingers stroking the arm of his chair, as if he wished he was caressing skin rather than cold leather.
At least she presented a pretty picture in front of her nemesis and the very powerful, rather unattractive man who'd hired her to perform a miracle. She'd known plenty of men like Bobby Wilson—men who prided themselves on wielding power in the most distressing way possible. Without fail, the women who bested these men were not simply beautiful to a fault, they were feminine and ever-gracious as well. Her blouse was appealing without being overtly sexy, and if ever there was a time for the little pink skirt that swished around her knees and the shoes with the cute bows on the back of the heel, this meeting was it.
"I sure hope I didn't disturb your beauty sleep, Ms. Spencer," Bobby said. Julie didn't believe him for one second. He would love to know that he'd wrecked her entire life with his phone call.
"It was a pleasure to hear from you," she said, letting her hand be enveloped by his damp one. Bobby's handshake was limp, like a dead fish. Lovely.
She turned her smile up brighter, confident in her ability to charm the team's owner. Ty wasn't the only one with charisma in his corner. The difference was, she carefully chose who to dole it out to.
"Please, have a seat," Bobby said, gesturing to an upholstered seat that was far too close to Ty for Julie's liking. But then, the same state was too close for comfort where he was concerned. She sat down and crossed her legs, far more pleased at the blatant appreciation in Ty's eyes than she should have been. Although she'd dressed to impress Bobby, she wasn't averse to Ty drooling over her—and all the things he was never going to get to touch and kiss again—as well. Bobby looked between Julie and Ty. "Well, if the two of you aren't the prettiest pair outside of a Miss America contest."
Julie was disconcerted. Was there any way to graciously deflect that?
Ty said, "Come on now, boss, we both know I don't hold a candle to Julie." Damn it, he wasn't supposed to compliment her, defending her from his horrible boss as well. Bobby sat on the edge of his antique desk, which creaked beneath him. "Too bad I couldn't have met you under nicer circumstances, Ms.
"Speaking."
"I believe I hired you to reform the finest player on my team?" What had Ty done? Because whatever it was, she had to hand it to him: He'd gotten the big guns to come out shooting.
Right at her chest.
"Yes, sir," she said. "Mr. Calhoun and I met briefly yesterday to go over our preliminary plan."
"Did your plan include late-night visits to strip clubs, my dear?" Strip clubs? Oh, God! Shock and hurt hit her square across the chest. He'd gone from her nearly naked body straight to a stranger's naked body.
She knew she didn't mean anything to him, but it hurt to have it slap her in the face. Before she managed to get her brain around a reply, he said, "We're in my office waiting for you. Aren't we, Mr. Calhoun?"
From a distance, she heard Ty call out, "Hey, Julie. You missed a real fun time last night." His nerve was almost as enormous as his ego.
"I'm on my way," she bit out, but the phone was already dead in her hands. While she set a speed record for showering, getting dressed, and putting on makeup, Julie imagined all the different ways she could murder Ty. But nothing she could think of was either gory enough or involved enough prolonged torture to suit her.
She wanted blood and by God, she was going to get it.
CHAPTER NINE
Good morning, sunshine."
The smile that Julie pinned on her face nearly disintegrated in the face of Ty's cheerful, too-gorgeous-for-his-own-good-and-hers-too greeting.
After a night of carousing, it just wasn't fair that he should look so good. He was still an irresistible bundle of muscles and heat, his long tanned fingers stroking the arm of his chair, as if he wished he was caressing skin rather than cold leather.
At least she presented a pretty picture in front of her nemesis and the very powerful, rather unattractive man who'd hired her to perform a miracle. She'd known plenty of men like Bobby Wilson—men who prided themselves on wielding power in the most distressing way possible. Without fail, the women who bested these men were not simply beautiful to a fault, they were feminine and ever-gracious as well. Her blouse was appealing without being overtly sexy, and if ever there was a time for the little pink skirt that swished around her knees and the shoes with the cute bows on the back of the heel, this meeting was it.
"I sure hope I didn't disturb your beauty sleep, Ms. Spencer," Bobby said. Julie didn't believe him for one second. He would love to know that he'd wrecked her entire life with his phone call.
"It was a pleasure to hear from you," she said, letting her hand be enveloped by his damp one. Bobby's handshake was limp, like a dead fish. Lovely.
She turned her smile up brighter, confident in her ability to charm the team's owner. Ty wasn't the only one with charisma in his corner. The difference was, she carefully chose who to dole it out to.
"Please, have a seat," Bobby said, gesturing to an upholstered seat that was far too close to Ty for Julie's liking. But then, the same state was too close for comfort where he was concerned. She sat down and crossed her legs, far more pleased at the blatant appreciation in Ty's eyes than she should have been. Although she'd dressed to impress Bobby, she wasn't averse to Ty drooling over her—and all the things he was never going to get to touch and kiss again—as well. Bobby looked between Julie and Ty. "Well, if the two of you aren't the prettiest pair outside of a Miss America contest."
Julie was disconcerted. Was there any way to graciously deflect that?
Ty said, "Come on now, boss, we both know I don't hold a candle to Julie." Damn it, he wasn't supposed to compliment her, defending her from his horrible boss as well. Bobby sat on the edge of his antique desk, which creaked beneath him. "Too bad I couldn't have met you under nicer circumstances, Ms.
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