actor.”
“Be yourself, then.” She
dismissed his concern. “Once inside the jewelry store, you'll check out the
other shoppers. You'll notice a pretty woman looking at earrings. You stare
long and hard until she looks up. Your eyes lock, sparks fly, and the shot
ends.”
His lip curled. “Is this
your idea of a joke?”
“Not, it's not a laughing
matter.” She straightened her shoulders. “With each segment, the scenes get
more and more intimate. By the fifth, the two of you will be engaged.”
“I don't do romance, rings,
or weddings.”
“Not even for a hundred
grand?”
“I don't need the money.”
“Give it to charity.”
“Get someone else.”
“Gayle de Milo's a good
friend,” Revelle confessed. “If she wants you, I'll nag you to death.”
“Nag away, Miss Sullivan.”
Her lips pinched. “Are you always
so uncooperative?”
“I gave you Fun Facts.”
“Give Platinum some
thought,” she urged. “I don't need your answer today.”
“My answer will be the same
tomorrow. Player promotions are optional. I opt out.”
“We'll meet again, Kason
Rhodes.”
Not unless it is court
ordered.
He nodded to Rhaden Dunn on
his way out, then headed for the elevator.
The afternoon had worn on.
It was time to move Dayne down the road. Kason didn't look forward to her
departure. Yet he knew, deep down, he did alone best.
Five
Rhaden Dunn's eyes fixed on
Revelle Sullivan the moment he entered her office. He was a big, strong jock,
yet in this woman's presence, his chest tightened and his palms grew sweaty.
The lady was so beautiful, she made him ache.
He'd unbuttoned women's blouses
and hiked enough miniskirts to know the difference between a one-night stand
and someone special. His days of instant gratification were long behind him. At
thirty-four, he wanted to take a woman to bed and draw out the intimacy.
The second Revelle had been
introduced as head of player promotions, he'd known she belonged to him. For
life. She just didn't know it yet.
He admired her strength and
sense of purpose. She brought intelligent conversation, occasional humor, and
simple elegance to the organization. Her presentation to the Rogues had been
straightforward and held his teammates' attention. No man had laughed or made a
snide remark. They'd all listened and lined up for promotions.
Now she sat behind her desk
with shoulders slumped and features pale. The diamond studs in her ears
twinkled with a brilliance that usually characterized her as well. Yet she'd
momentarily lost her sparkle.
He needed to fix whatever
was wrong. “Did Rhodes upset you?” he forced out from the doorway. “You look
beat.”
She cut him a glance as she
cleaned her glasses on a soft cloth. “Ever gone a round with Kason?”
Rhaden nodded. “The man's
intense.”
“A brick wall with eyes.”
“I gather he turned you
down.”
She sighed. “A slam-bam, no
thank you, ma'am.”
“The man's all baseball.”
“I'm all about promotion.”
She took her job seriously. “I'll track down Kason after the home opener.”
“Maybe Guy should be
present.”
She shook her head. “Game's
On is my baby. There's no need to involve my uncle. I want Kason to take the
Platinum Jewelry account willingly, not by ultimatum.”
“You'll wear Rhodes down,”
he assured her.
“Maybe, maybe not. I'll
give it my best shot. Promotions aren't mandatory. They're meant to give
players visibility and pad their paychecks, though many donate the money to
charity.”
She set aside her glasses,
invited him in. “No need to stand with three chairs available. Have a seat,
Rhaden.”
He preferred the door—a
little distance kept him sane. Control of his body went south quickly with this
woman. He had a hard-on barely hidden by the untucked tails on his white
button-down. The slightest shift and she'd catch him stiff.
He jammed his hands deep in
the pockets of his khakis, let his fingertips hold everything in place. His
steps toward her desk were
“Be yourself, then.” She
dismissed his concern. “Once inside the jewelry store, you'll check out the
other shoppers. You'll notice a pretty woman looking at earrings. You stare
long and hard until she looks up. Your eyes lock, sparks fly, and the shot
ends.”
His lip curled. “Is this
your idea of a joke?”
“Not, it's not a laughing
matter.” She straightened her shoulders. “With each segment, the scenes get
more and more intimate. By the fifth, the two of you will be engaged.”
“I don't do romance, rings,
or weddings.”
“Not even for a hundred
grand?”
“I don't need the money.”
“Give it to charity.”
“Get someone else.”
“Gayle de Milo's a good
friend,” Revelle confessed. “If she wants you, I'll nag you to death.”
“Nag away, Miss Sullivan.”
Her lips pinched. “Are you always
so uncooperative?”
“I gave you Fun Facts.”
“Give Platinum some
thought,” she urged. “I don't need your answer today.”
“My answer will be the same
tomorrow. Player promotions are optional. I opt out.”
“We'll meet again, Kason
Rhodes.”
Not unless it is court
ordered.
He nodded to Rhaden Dunn on
his way out, then headed for the elevator.
The afternoon had worn on.
It was time to move Dayne down the road. Kason didn't look forward to her
departure. Yet he knew, deep down, he did alone best.
Five
Rhaden Dunn's eyes fixed on
Revelle Sullivan the moment he entered her office. He was a big, strong jock,
yet in this woman's presence, his chest tightened and his palms grew sweaty.
The lady was so beautiful, she made him ache.
He'd unbuttoned women's blouses
and hiked enough miniskirts to know the difference between a one-night stand
and someone special. His days of instant gratification were long behind him. At
thirty-four, he wanted to take a woman to bed and draw out the intimacy.
The second Revelle had been
introduced as head of player promotions, he'd known she belonged to him. For
life. She just didn't know it yet.
He admired her strength and
sense of purpose. She brought intelligent conversation, occasional humor, and
simple elegance to the organization. Her presentation to the Rogues had been
straightforward and held his teammates' attention. No man had laughed or made a
snide remark. They'd all listened and lined up for promotions.
Now she sat behind her desk
with shoulders slumped and features pale. The diamond studs in her ears
twinkled with a brilliance that usually characterized her as well. Yet she'd
momentarily lost her sparkle.
He needed to fix whatever
was wrong. “Did Rhodes upset you?” he forced out from the doorway. “You look
beat.”
She cut him a glance as she
cleaned her glasses on a soft cloth. “Ever gone a round with Kason?”
Rhaden nodded. “The man's
intense.”
“A brick wall with eyes.”
“I gather he turned you
down.”
She sighed. “A slam-bam, no
thank you, ma'am.”
“The man's all baseball.”
“I'm all about promotion.”
She took her job seriously. “I'll track down Kason after the home opener.”
“Maybe Guy should be
present.”
She shook her head. “Game's
On is my baby. There's no need to involve my uncle. I want Kason to take the
Platinum Jewelry account willingly, not by ultimatum.”
“You'll wear Rhodes down,”
he assured her.
“Maybe, maybe not. I'll
give it my best shot. Promotions aren't mandatory. They're meant to give
players visibility and pad their paychecks, though many donate the money to
charity.”
She set aside her glasses,
invited him in. “No need to stand with three chairs available. Have a seat,
Rhaden.”
He preferred the door—a
little distance kept him sane. Control of his body went south quickly with this
woman. He had a hard-on barely hidden by the untucked tails on his white
button-down. The slightest shift and she'd catch him stiff.
He jammed his hands deep in
the pockets of his khakis, let his fingertips hold everything in place. His
steps toward her desk were
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