somewhere.
“Really? Why’s that?”
She shrugged. “He’s not good enough for her. She could do better.” She smiled, her eyes raking over him. “Much better.”
He chuckled. “Thanks, I think.”
“Seriously, he’s not the right guy for her. I think he loves her, but…”
“But what?”
She closed the container, tossing her napkin in a nearby wastebasket. “I don’t trust him. I felt that way even before…” She hesitated, obviously reluctant to share too much information.
Mark respected her loyalty to her friend, but he needed to know everything he could about their relationship if he stood a chance of making inroads with her. “I know he screwed around with a stripper.”
Callie rolled her eyes. “Can you believe that? What an asshole.”
Mark smirked. “I couldn’t agree more.”
“So, you’re obviously running out of time. What’re you gonna do?”
“I was hoping you might have some advice for me.”
She glanced at the clock on the wall. “I happen to know she’s in the office until 2:00, catching up on some paperwork. If I were you, I’d pay her a little visit.”
He stood up, pushing his chair back. “Done.”
She reached across the desk to grab the cell phone he’d left there when he sat down.
“What are you doing?”
“This is the name of the restaurant Kevin manages. It wouldn’t hurt to pay him a little visit. Ask around; I’m willing to bet that stripper wasn’t the first chick he messed around with, Mark.” She passed the phone back to him. “Good luck.”
He walked around the desk and bent to give her a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks, Callie.”
She grabbed his hand when he turned to walk away. “One more thing…”
“Yeah?”
“You hurt her again, and you’ll have to answer to me. Is that understood?”
Mark smiled. “I won’t screw this up. I promise.”
Jenna stared at the contract, trying to force herself to focus on the task at hand. Her client was making an offer to purchase a residential/retail building. It was her job to make sure it included all of his terms before presenting it to the other agent and his client. This deal, if it went through, represented forty thousand dollars in commission, but the single-minded determination that made her the top agent in her office was buried beneath thoughts of Mark and their night together.
Someone knocked on her closed door. Expecting it to be her assistant or one of her team members, she shouted, “Come on in, door’s open.”
Mark stepped inside, closing and locking the door behind him. His hot gaze seared her, travelling from her face to the tight black sweater dress and high black boots she wore.
She tried to slow her erratic breathing, taking shallow breaths, so as not to draw attention to her discomfort. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“We need to talk.”
He took a step closer, and suddenly the huge corner office she’d worked so hard to earn seemed no bigger than a utility closet. “I have nothing to say to you. I thought I made that clear.”
“Fine, I’ll talk. You listen.” He walked around to her side of the desk, perching his backside against the edge of the desk in front of her.
She had to slide her swivel chair back or she would be face-to-face with the bulge in the front of his designer jeans, which she had no doubt he intended. “I’m not interested in anything you have to say.”
He folded his arms across his chest as he stared down at her. “That’s too damn bad. You owe it to me to at least hear me out.”
She stood up, trying to shift the balance of power. Big mistake. Only inches separated them, making the temptation too great for either of them to ignore.
He grabbed her by the waist, crushing her against him as his hands moved up her back, tangling in the hair at the nape of her neck. He dipped his tongue into her open mouth, holding the back of her head in his hand as he took possession of her.
Her entire body went on high alert; every
“Really? Why’s that?”
She shrugged. “He’s not good enough for her. She could do better.” She smiled, her eyes raking over him. “Much better.”
He chuckled. “Thanks, I think.”
“Seriously, he’s not the right guy for her. I think he loves her, but…”
“But what?”
She closed the container, tossing her napkin in a nearby wastebasket. “I don’t trust him. I felt that way even before…” She hesitated, obviously reluctant to share too much information.
Mark respected her loyalty to her friend, but he needed to know everything he could about their relationship if he stood a chance of making inroads with her. “I know he screwed around with a stripper.”
Callie rolled her eyes. “Can you believe that? What an asshole.”
Mark smirked. “I couldn’t agree more.”
“So, you’re obviously running out of time. What’re you gonna do?”
“I was hoping you might have some advice for me.”
She glanced at the clock on the wall. “I happen to know she’s in the office until 2:00, catching up on some paperwork. If I were you, I’d pay her a little visit.”
He stood up, pushing his chair back. “Done.”
She reached across the desk to grab the cell phone he’d left there when he sat down.
“What are you doing?”
“This is the name of the restaurant Kevin manages. It wouldn’t hurt to pay him a little visit. Ask around; I’m willing to bet that stripper wasn’t the first chick he messed around with, Mark.” She passed the phone back to him. “Good luck.”
He walked around the desk and bent to give her a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks, Callie.”
She grabbed his hand when he turned to walk away. “One more thing…”
“Yeah?”
“You hurt her again, and you’ll have to answer to me. Is that understood?”
Mark smiled. “I won’t screw this up. I promise.”
Jenna stared at the contract, trying to force herself to focus on the task at hand. Her client was making an offer to purchase a residential/retail building. It was her job to make sure it included all of his terms before presenting it to the other agent and his client. This deal, if it went through, represented forty thousand dollars in commission, but the single-minded determination that made her the top agent in her office was buried beneath thoughts of Mark and their night together.
Someone knocked on her closed door. Expecting it to be her assistant or one of her team members, she shouted, “Come on in, door’s open.”
Mark stepped inside, closing and locking the door behind him. His hot gaze seared her, travelling from her face to the tight black sweater dress and high black boots she wore.
She tried to slow her erratic breathing, taking shallow breaths, so as not to draw attention to her discomfort. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“We need to talk.”
He took a step closer, and suddenly the huge corner office she’d worked so hard to earn seemed no bigger than a utility closet. “I have nothing to say to you. I thought I made that clear.”
“Fine, I’ll talk. You listen.” He walked around to her side of the desk, perching his backside against the edge of the desk in front of her.
She had to slide her swivel chair back or she would be face-to-face with the bulge in the front of his designer jeans, which she had no doubt he intended. “I’m not interested in anything you have to say.”
He folded his arms across his chest as he stared down at her. “That’s too damn bad. You owe it to me to at least hear me out.”
She stood up, trying to shift the balance of power. Big mistake. Only inches separated them, making the temptation too great for either of them to ignore.
He grabbed her by the waist, crushing her against him as his hands moved up her back, tangling in the hair at the nape of her neck. He dipped his tongue into her open mouth, holding the back of her head in his hand as he took possession of her.
Her entire body went on high alert; every
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