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to come down at night, I’m wired. Yoga is a great way to relax.”
“I agree. When I first started my practices, I realized how I’d been mistreating my body. Now, I know exactly when I’ve been pushing too hard.”
“Same here. I can’t even eat a jumbo burger anymore.”
“Are you a vegetarian?”
He shrugged. “Yeah. But I don’t like to publicize it too much.”
Chandler studied the man before her with growing admiration. Not too many males had self awareness about their lifestyles, but Richard Thorne seemed to have reached a nice balance. He was a successful businessman, but knew how to have a healthy life.
Dressed in a white t-shirt and navy blue sweats, he radiated an open, friendly energy she was immediately drawn to. Light brown hair fell in neat waves over his forehead. Chestnut eyes gazed into hers with a steadiness that soothed her. Nothing like the silver heat from the man last night. She couldn’t picture Richard dragging her into his arms and seducing her on the couch, swearing he would “take care of everything.”
Not like Logan Grant.
“Chandler?”
She shook off her thoughts. “Yes?”
“Would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow night?” he asked. “There’s a great new Thai restaurant I wanted to check out.”
She hesitated. Then watched Logan say his good-byes to the rest of the employees and stride across the room. He moved with a powerful, masculine energy that made her weak all the way down to her toes. Especially when she remembered last night. His lips over hers. His hands on her body. All his intense concentration focused on giving her pleasure.
Oh, God.
She’d sworn off all businessmen, but Richard Thorne seemed different. Safe. He was the type of man she might be able to explore a relationship with. She tore her gaze away from Logan.
“Yes, I think I’d like that.”
A pleased grin curved Richard’s lips. “Great. I’ll get your address tomorrow and we’ll set up a time.”
“Fine. Have a good night, Richard.”
“You too. Hey boss, see ya tomorrow.” He gave her a friendly wink as he passed Logan, obviously ignoring his boss’s thunderous expression. Chandler swallowed hard and tilted her chin up.
“Set up a time for what?” Logan demanded.
She shook her head in exasperation. “For dinner. We’re going out tomorrow night.”
A range of emotions flickered across his carved features, then quickly disappeared. “That’s not a good idea.”
She arched one eyebrow. “Excuse me?”
“You’re doing this to prove a point, aren’t you?” Her mouth dropped open. “Why do you think everything has to do with you? I’m going out with Richard because he’s a nice guy, and I think we’ll have a good time.”
“You think he’s safe, and you’re scared to death of the way I make you feel.”
She sputtered with indignation. “That’s ridiculous. You have no right to make assumptions about the way I feel.”
He didn’t respond. His charcoal gaze raked over her face, as if searching for some expression she refused to show. His voice dropped. “Chandler, I want you to stay away from him. He’s not who you think he is, and until I find out what’s going on, it’s best if you don’t see him on a personal level.”
Anger shot through her. “Businessmen are all alike.” She clenched her fists at her sides. “You want to control all aspects of a relationship. A few kisses and you’re ready to claim me as your own personal property to the world, and God forbid any other man challenge you.”
“Chandler—”
“There’s nothing more to Richard than
“I agree. When I first started my practices, I realized how I’d been mistreating my body. Now, I know exactly when I’ve been pushing too hard.”
“Same here. I can’t even eat a jumbo burger anymore.”
“Are you a vegetarian?”
He shrugged. “Yeah. But I don’t like to publicize it too much.”
Chandler studied the man before her with growing admiration. Not too many males had self awareness about their lifestyles, but Richard Thorne seemed to have reached a nice balance. He was a successful businessman, but knew how to have a healthy life.
Dressed in a white t-shirt and navy blue sweats, he radiated an open, friendly energy she was immediately drawn to. Light brown hair fell in neat waves over his forehead. Chestnut eyes gazed into hers with a steadiness that soothed her. Nothing like the silver heat from the man last night. She couldn’t picture Richard dragging her into his arms and seducing her on the couch, swearing he would “take care of everything.”
Not like Logan Grant.
“Chandler?”
She shook off her thoughts. “Yes?”
“Would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow night?” he asked. “There’s a great new Thai restaurant I wanted to check out.”
She hesitated. Then watched Logan say his good-byes to the rest of the employees and stride across the room. He moved with a powerful, masculine energy that made her weak all the way down to her toes. Especially when she remembered last night. His lips over hers. His hands on her body. All his intense concentration focused on giving her pleasure.
Oh, God.
She’d sworn off all businessmen, but Richard Thorne seemed different. Safe. He was the type of man she might be able to explore a relationship with. She tore her gaze away from Logan.
“Yes, I think I’d like that.”
A pleased grin curved Richard’s lips. “Great. I’ll get your address tomorrow and we’ll set up a time.”
“Fine. Have a good night, Richard.”
“You too. Hey boss, see ya tomorrow.” He gave her a friendly wink as he passed Logan, obviously ignoring his boss’s thunderous expression. Chandler swallowed hard and tilted her chin up.
“Set up a time for what?” Logan demanded.
She shook her head in exasperation. “For dinner. We’re going out tomorrow night.”
A range of emotions flickered across his carved features, then quickly disappeared. “That’s not a good idea.”
She arched one eyebrow. “Excuse me?”
“You’re doing this to prove a point, aren’t you?” Her mouth dropped open. “Why do you think everything has to do with you? I’m going out with Richard because he’s a nice guy, and I think we’ll have a good time.”
“You think he’s safe, and you’re scared to death of the way I make you feel.”
She sputtered with indignation. “That’s ridiculous. You have no right to make assumptions about the way I feel.”
He didn’t respond. His charcoal gaze raked over her face, as if searching for some expression she refused to show. His voice dropped. “Chandler, I want you to stay away from him. He’s not who you think he is, and until I find out what’s going on, it’s best if you don’t see him on a personal level.”
Anger shot through her. “Businessmen are all alike.” She clenched her fists at her sides. “You want to control all aspects of a relationship. A few kisses and you’re ready to claim me as your own personal property to the world, and God forbid any other man challenge you.”
“Chandler—”
“There’s nothing more to Richard than
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