answering him she reached into the slim purse,
drew out an envelope with the Concordia logo in the upper left-hand corner and
handed to him. She had to give him credit. His hand didn’t even shake as he
lifted the flap and pulled out the single sheet. She already knew what it said.
Frank had written it when the long meeting after the presentation had finally
ended.
Gentlemen:
It is my great pleasure to inform you that the executives
at Concordia have reached a unanimous decision to employ McMann Brothers to
develop and build our new project, as yet unnamed, in Wyoming. We have planned
for a completion date five years from the first shovel in the ground and look
forward to having the McMann stamp of perfection on this.
Please contact our office to schedule appointments with
Olivia D’Angelo and Dan Tuturo and let them know when we can expect the
finished drawings. Dan will give you a complete list of what will comprise the
village and Olivia will discuss preliminary figures with you. She will also be
your contact person as you go through the process.
Your sketches and professionalism impressed us all. We
look forward to working with you.
Cordially, Frank Vincent
President and CEO
Concordia
Alex stared at her over the top of the letter, stunned. “I
can’t believe they made the decision this quickly.”
Livy couldn’t help smiling. “You wowed them, you and your
brothers. Your concept is fresh and original, which is what we were looking
for, and your realistic estimates were right on target.”
“You know those figures might change,” he warned her. “They
were only a guess. We took smaller projects that had similar components and
tripled them.”
She nodded. “We’re not stupid. But you have an excellent
reputation for quality and honesty.”
“I need to call my brothers.” He pulled his cell phone from
is pocket. “I don’t want to leave them hanging.”
“I take it they’re pleased,” she guessed when he
disconnected the last call.
“You could definitely say so.”
She reached her hand across the table. “Welcome aboard.”
He gripped her hand, holding it in the warmth of his palm.
Heat sizzled along her arm and through her body, making her breasts tingle and
her pussy ache. Ever since that daydream in her office she’d had plans for Alex
McMann. Tonight was the night she intended to put them in play. She hoped she
wouldn’t regret what she decided, but she was so turned on by him she wondered if
they’d make it all the way through dinner.
“Should we celebrate with champagne?” she asked. “On
Concordia, of course.”
“In that case I’ll take you up on your offer.”
She linked her fingers through his on the tablecloth. “And
if I have another offer for you? Will you take me up on that, too?”
He studied her for a long moment, heat blazing in his eyes.
“You know,” he drawled, “I just might.”
She had no idea how they made it through the meal, including
dessert. The sexual tension between them vibrated across the table like a
living thing. They shared a rich chocolate cake for dessert, Alex feeding it to
her bit by bit and wiping a speck of chocolate from her mouth. Her pussy was so
wet and her nipples so hard when they were finished at last she hoped she’d be
able to walk out of the place without disgracing herself.
“I’ll follow you home,” Alex said when the valet brought
their cars around.
“Actually,” she said, hoping she didn’t sound as unsure as
she felt, “I thought I’d follow you home. I’d love to see the kind of
house you live in.”
She wanted sex with Alex McMann, but she wanted it on her
terms. No messy emotional entanglement. She already felt too much of a
connection with him. Taking him home would be letting him into her personal
life. If they went to his house she could leave and go home, just as she always
did. She never brought a man into her own bedroom. It personalized it too much.
And for her sex was merely a physical
drew out an envelope with the Concordia logo in the upper left-hand corner and
handed to him. She had to give him credit. His hand didn’t even shake as he
lifted the flap and pulled out the single sheet. She already knew what it said.
Frank had written it when the long meeting after the presentation had finally
ended.
Gentlemen:
It is my great pleasure to inform you that the executives
at Concordia have reached a unanimous decision to employ McMann Brothers to
develop and build our new project, as yet unnamed, in Wyoming. We have planned
for a completion date five years from the first shovel in the ground and look
forward to having the McMann stamp of perfection on this.
Please contact our office to schedule appointments with
Olivia D’Angelo and Dan Tuturo and let them know when we can expect the
finished drawings. Dan will give you a complete list of what will comprise the
village and Olivia will discuss preliminary figures with you. She will also be
your contact person as you go through the process.
Your sketches and professionalism impressed us all. We
look forward to working with you.
Cordially, Frank Vincent
President and CEO
Concordia
Alex stared at her over the top of the letter, stunned. “I
can’t believe they made the decision this quickly.”
Livy couldn’t help smiling. “You wowed them, you and your
brothers. Your concept is fresh and original, which is what we were looking
for, and your realistic estimates were right on target.”
“You know those figures might change,” he warned her. “They
were only a guess. We took smaller projects that had similar components and
tripled them.”
She nodded. “We’re not stupid. But you have an excellent
reputation for quality and honesty.”
“I need to call my brothers.” He pulled his cell phone from
is pocket. “I don’t want to leave them hanging.”
“I take it they’re pleased,” she guessed when he
disconnected the last call.
“You could definitely say so.”
She reached her hand across the table. “Welcome aboard.”
He gripped her hand, holding it in the warmth of his palm.
Heat sizzled along her arm and through her body, making her breasts tingle and
her pussy ache. Ever since that daydream in her office she’d had plans for Alex
McMann. Tonight was the night she intended to put them in play. She hoped she
wouldn’t regret what she decided, but she was so turned on by him she wondered if
they’d make it all the way through dinner.
“Should we celebrate with champagne?” she asked. “On
Concordia, of course.”
“In that case I’ll take you up on your offer.”
She linked her fingers through his on the tablecloth. “And
if I have another offer for you? Will you take me up on that, too?”
He studied her for a long moment, heat blazing in his eyes.
“You know,” he drawled, “I just might.”
She had no idea how they made it through the meal, including
dessert. The sexual tension between them vibrated across the table like a
living thing. They shared a rich chocolate cake for dessert, Alex feeding it to
her bit by bit and wiping a speck of chocolate from her mouth. Her pussy was so
wet and her nipples so hard when they were finished at last she hoped she’d be
able to walk out of the place without disgracing herself.
“I’ll follow you home,” Alex said when the valet brought
their cars around.
“Actually,” she said, hoping she didn’t sound as unsure as
she felt, “I thought I’d follow you home. I’d love to see the kind of
house you live in.”
She wanted sex with Alex McMann, but she wanted it on her
terms. No messy emotional entanglement. She already felt too much of a
connection with him. Taking him home would be letting him into her personal
life. If they went to his house she could leave and go home, just as she always
did. She never brought a man into her own bedroom. It personalized it too much.
And for her sex was merely a physical
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