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ass I'd ever seen, and the best chest, shoulders, abs…
I sighed. Now that I'd seen the package I'd
been refusing all this time, I was doubly glad I'd already turned
down his invitation to accompany him the following night. There was
no way in hell I could withstand the force of Reece Kavanagh if he
asked again because, well, I just didn't want to anymore.
***
The following morning, an invitation to the
launch party with my name on it sat on my keyboard. I stared at it,
wondering if I should screw it up and get rid of it before Reece
saw. But Reece probably already knew it was there. He goddamned
knew everything.
His door opened and he filled the doorway.
The smile he gave me was all mischief. He nodded at the invitation.
"I hate to lose. I thought you would have realized that by
now."
At least he hadn't mentioned me following him
to the beach. Yet. I set down my bag and switched on the computer.
"You contacted someone and had them courier this out. That's
sneaky."
"I prefer resourceful." He came into my part
of the office and seemed to fill that with his presence too. He
passed by my desk and pressed the wall panel to reveal the
kitchenette. "This way you can attend, but not with me. You don't
have to be seen with me if you don't want to."
"Then why do you want me there at all?"
"For later," he murmured, glancing at me over
his shoulder. His cool eyes surveyed my face.
I swallowed.
"And because you should be there," he said as
he made himself a coffee. "This new phone is an important
development for a company RK invests in, and you're an important
part of RK."
I fingered the stiff cream card and traced my
nail over the black lettering. "What if I say no?"
"You won't," he said.
"How do you know?"
"Because I'm ordering you to attend. Unless
you have something important to do, you have to come. Besides." He
turned around, coffee cup in hand, and leaned back against the
bench. "I know you want to."
Be calm, Cleo. "What makes you say
that?"
His eyes met mine over the rim of the cup.
They were devil's eyes, all-knowing and fathomless. "Don't pretend
you're not interested in seeing more of me. Yesterday proved
it."
My face grew hot and I wanted to hide under
my desk, but there was no hiding from those eyes. They saw into me
and stripped me naked, leaving me defenseless. "I saw quite a bit
of you yesterday," I said crisply. "That's enough for me, thank
you."
"Is it?" he drawled, like he didn't believe a
word. "We'll see about that."
I turned to my computer and forced myself not
to engage with him. It seemed to end badly whenever I verbally
sparred with him. The man always seemed to have the last word and
get his way.
"Those were my brothers, by the way," he
said, coming around to the front of my desk.
"All three of them?" I asked, feigning
innocence.
He nodded. "I have four brothers, but Blake
was missing." He spoke so softly I forgot my resolve not to look at
him and glanced up. He was staring into his cup, a sad twist to his
mouth. "He's been missing for a while."
"You don't know where he is?"
"We have some idea. It's impossible to hide
from the Kavanaghs forever. But he never communicates with us."
"Why?"
"It's a long story."
"I have the time."
His lashes fluttered closed and when they
reopened, the steeliness was back in his eyes. All traces of
vulnerability had been wiped out. "No you don't. We've got work to
do. I want to move things along with the Serendipity Bend
project."
Just like that he shut me out. The small
window into his soul was closed as quickly as it had opened and he
was back to being business-like again. I wanted to ask him more
about his brothers, not Blake, but the other three. They'd seemed
mischievous and so unlike Reece that it was hard to imagine them
being related. I wondered if I'd ever get to meet them.
The hard click of his door closing snapped me
out of those kinds of thoughts. I didn't want to meet Reece's
family. I didn't want to get close to the man. I much
ass I'd ever seen, and the best chest, shoulders, abs…
I sighed. Now that I'd seen the package I'd
been refusing all this time, I was doubly glad I'd already turned
down his invitation to accompany him the following night. There was
no way in hell I could withstand the force of Reece Kavanagh if he
asked again because, well, I just didn't want to anymore.
***
The following morning, an invitation to the
launch party with my name on it sat on my keyboard. I stared at it,
wondering if I should screw it up and get rid of it before Reece
saw. But Reece probably already knew it was there. He goddamned
knew everything.
His door opened and he filled the doorway.
The smile he gave me was all mischief. He nodded at the invitation.
"I hate to lose. I thought you would have realized that by
now."
At least he hadn't mentioned me following him
to the beach. Yet. I set down my bag and switched on the computer.
"You contacted someone and had them courier this out. That's
sneaky."
"I prefer resourceful." He came into my part
of the office and seemed to fill that with his presence too. He
passed by my desk and pressed the wall panel to reveal the
kitchenette. "This way you can attend, but not with me. You don't
have to be seen with me if you don't want to."
"Then why do you want me there at all?"
"For later," he murmured, glancing at me over
his shoulder. His cool eyes surveyed my face.
I swallowed.
"And because you should be there," he said as
he made himself a coffee. "This new phone is an important
development for a company RK invests in, and you're an important
part of RK."
I fingered the stiff cream card and traced my
nail over the black lettering. "What if I say no?"
"You won't," he said.
"How do you know?"
"Because I'm ordering you to attend. Unless
you have something important to do, you have to come. Besides." He
turned around, coffee cup in hand, and leaned back against the
bench. "I know you want to."
Be calm, Cleo. "What makes you say
that?"
His eyes met mine over the rim of the cup.
They were devil's eyes, all-knowing and fathomless. "Don't pretend
you're not interested in seeing more of me. Yesterday proved
it."
My face grew hot and I wanted to hide under
my desk, but there was no hiding from those eyes. They saw into me
and stripped me naked, leaving me defenseless. "I saw quite a bit
of you yesterday," I said crisply. "That's enough for me, thank
you."
"Is it?" he drawled, like he didn't believe a
word. "We'll see about that."
I turned to my computer and forced myself not
to engage with him. It seemed to end badly whenever I verbally
sparred with him. The man always seemed to have the last word and
get his way.
"Those were my brothers, by the way," he
said, coming around to the front of my desk.
"All three of them?" I asked, feigning
innocence.
He nodded. "I have four brothers, but Blake
was missing." He spoke so softly I forgot my resolve not to look at
him and glanced up. He was staring into his cup, a sad twist to his
mouth. "He's been missing for a while."
"You don't know where he is?"
"We have some idea. It's impossible to hide
from the Kavanaghs forever. But he never communicates with us."
"Why?"
"It's a long story."
"I have the time."
His lashes fluttered closed and when they
reopened, the steeliness was back in his eyes. All traces of
vulnerability had been wiped out. "No you don't. We've got work to
do. I want to move things along with the Serendipity Bend
project."
Just like that he shut me out. The small
window into his soul was closed as quickly as it had opened and he
was back to being business-like again. I wanted to ask him more
about his brothers, not Blake, but the other three. They'd seemed
mischievous and so unlike Reece that it was hard to imagine them
being related. I wondered if I'd ever get to meet them.
The hard click of his door closing snapped me
out of those kinds of thoughts. I didn't want to meet Reece's
family. I didn't want to get close to the man. I much
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