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startling. And so unlike him.
Of course, he was practically married to his business,
but that hadnât stopped him from seeking out female companionship when there was a need. Most of the women he dated found his personality challenging. He knew what he wanted in life, and no feminine wiles could steer him from his goal. Numerous had tried. All had failed.
The thought that he was fast approaching forty and not involved in a committed relationship didnât bother him. The fact that he was the only one of his four brothers without a wife meant nothing. He operated on a different drive, his own unique way of both doing and looking at things. If he wanted something, he got it. He didnât waste time analyzing, dissecting, or evaluating. Once he made his mind up about something, that was it. And he was not the nitpicky type. He was a person who didnât mind being tested. To his way of thinking, that only sharpened his predatory skills.
Smiling, he thought he could definitely come up with his own ideas about any given subject, which was probably why the advertisement business was his calling. Being creative, heâd discovered very early in life, was his forte. More often than not, he had to tamp down his enthusiasm and remind himself he had a very skilled and experienced team that he had groomed to take Masters Unlimited just where he wanted it to go.
But still, he enjoyed getting back into the thick of things every once in a while. Check out the market to see where it was going and to make sure his company was right there in the forefront, no matter where it led. And when it came to acquiring accounts that were as significant as Falconer Cosmetics, he couldnât help but take a personal
interest, which was why he was in Paris. He glanced at his watch. It was time to take care of business.
A few hours later, he was sitting in the office of Tammi Grier, one of Falconerâs top executives. Tammi was intent on mixing business with pleasure. He figured that out the moment sheâd accepted his handshake. There had been something about the way she gripped his hand, hesitated in letting it go with a keen look of interest in her ebony eyes. She was about thirty-six, tall, attractive, shapely, and from all accounts, a dynamic force when it came to the cosmetics business.
There was no doubt in his mind she was an easy mark and wanted him to know it. If he were to take her up on what she was offering, he would be relieving himself of eight months of going without. And he bet she had no qualms as far as him taking care of the matter right here in this office, probably right smack on her desk if he so desired.
He didnât.
Although he had a sharp sense of the sexually charged air surrounding them, he had a rule not to mix business with pleasure. And it was a rule he stuck to. It could be costly if things didnât work out the way one of the parties thought they should. Heâd rather make deals in the office, not the bedroom. Besides, with Tammi he was being hunted, and he much preferred the role of the hunter.
That made his thoughts shift to Courtney Andrews again. He had considered finding out her address and sending her flowers with a card that would simply inform her that she had a secret admirer. But instead he decided
to wait until he returned to Orlando for them to be introduced properly before making his interest known.
He leaned back in the chair and turned his attention to the matter at hand. âSo, what do you think of the proposal?â he asked Tammi, mainly because the room had gotten quiet. She had stopped reading the documents a while ago and had begun studying him instead with the intensity of someone trying to acquire his innermost secrets. A trace of her perfume hung on the air, a sensuous scent, and no doubt one of Falconerâs own brands.
The company she represented had expanded to include a clothing line, a designer label Falconer wanted to promote worldwide. Masters
Of course, he was practically married to his business,
but that hadnât stopped him from seeking out female companionship when there was a need. Most of the women he dated found his personality challenging. He knew what he wanted in life, and no feminine wiles could steer him from his goal. Numerous had tried. All had failed.
The thought that he was fast approaching forty and not involved in a committed relationship didnât bother him. The fact that he was the only one of his four brothers without a wife meant nothing. He operated on a different drive, his own unique way of both doing and looking at things. If he wanted something, he got it. He didnât waste time analyzing, dissecting, or evaluating. Once he made his mind up about something, that was it. And he was not the nitpicky type. He was a person who didnât mind being tested. To his way of thinking, that only sharpened his predatory skills.
Smiling, he thought he could definitely come up with his own ideas about any given subject, which was probably why the advertisement business was his calling. Being creative, heâd discovered very early in life, was his forte. More often than not, he had to tamp down his enthusiasm and remind himself he had a very skilled and experienced team that he had groomed to take Masters Unlimited just where he wanted it to go.
But still, he enjoyed getting back into the thick of things every once in a while. Check out the market to see where it was going and to make sure his company was right there in the forefront, no matter where it led. And when it came to acquiring accounts that were as significant as Falconer Cosmetics, he couldnât help but take a personal
interest, which was why he was in Paris. He glanced at his watch. It was time to take care of business.
A few hours later, he was sitting in the office of Tammi Grier, one of Falconerâs top executives. Tammi was intent on mixing business with pleasure. He figured that out the moment sheâd accepted his handshake. There had been something about the way she gripped his hand, hesitated in letting it go with a keen look of interest in her ebony eyes. She was about thirty-six, tall, attractive, shapely, and from all accounts, a dynamic force when it came to the cosmetics business.
There was no doubt in his mind she was an easy mark and wanted him to know it. If he were to take her up on what she was offering, he would be relieving himself of eight months of going without. And he bet she had no qualms as far as him taking care of the matter right here in this office, probably right smack on her desk if he so desired.
He didnât.
Although he had a sharp sense of the sexually charged air surrounding them, he had a rule not to mix business with pleasure. And it was a rule he stuck to. It could be costly if things didnât work out the way one of the parties thought they should. Heâd rather make deals in the office, not the bedroom. Besides, with Tammi he was being hunted, and he much preferred the role of the hunter.
That made his thoughts shift to Courtney Andrews again. He had considered finding out her address and sending her flowers with a card that would simply inform her that she had a secret admirer. But instead he decided
to wait until he returned to Orlando for them to be introduced properly before making his interest known.
He leaned back in the chair and turned his attention to the matter at hand. âSo, what do you think of the proposal?â he asked Tammi, mainly because the room had gotten quiet. She had stopped reading the documents a while ago and had begun studying him instead with the intensity of someone trying to acquire his innermost secrets. A trace of her perfume hung on the air, a sensuous scent, and no doubt one of Falconerâs own brands.
The company she represented had expanded to include a clothing line, a designer label Falconer wanted to promote worldwide. Masters
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