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personal relationship, because then she would have to find a diplomatic way of turning him down.
But at least he could have had enough sensitivity to give her the opportunity of telling him no, she thought with total disregard for logic.
"Well?"
She looked up to find him staring at her in irritation. "I'm sorry," she murmured. "What did you say?"
"I asked you to come to my office before eleven tomorrow so we can discuss your impressions of the two projects." He spoke slowly and carefully, so that even someone of her limited intelligence could understand.
"Yes, of course," she said, feeling as thoroughly chastened as he had intended her to.
From that high point the day slid rapidly downhill. At four that afternoon she had just settled behind her desk after a thoroughly disorganized meeting when Charlotte buzzed her.
"Yes?" Leah said briskly.
"David Yarrow's on line two. Do you want me to tell him you're busy?" Charlotte's voice squeaked slightly, a sign of nerves. The brunette hated trying to put anyone off and would usually stammer for five minutes before putting the call through anyway.
Leah opened her mouth to tell the other woman that she couldn't take any calls; then she stopped. Maybe this was exactly what she needed. She rarely dated during the week, and tonight she had the extra work that Mr. Gregory had given her. But David had called at the right moment—or perhaps it was the wrong moment. She was still smarting from her boss's unconscious rejection of her femininity. A few hours
with an attractive man—a man who left no doubt that he saw her as a woman—might be just what Leah needed to get her ego back in shape.
"I'll take the call," she said before she could change her mind.
At six-thirty that evening she met David in the parking lot of a small dinner club. "I can only stay a couple of hours," she said over her shoulder as she led the way into the club. "I have to work tonight."
"A couple of hours with you is better than a weekend with any other woman," he said earnestly, then grinned. "Besides, I have to get back to the studio by nine-thirty."
Leah laughed. David was a local television news reporter. He had been in the Dallas area for only two years but his blond curls, boyish grin and quick wit had already caused a perceptible rise in the ratings for his station's nightly news broadcast.
Immediately she began to relax. There were no undercurrents between them. No complications. The look in his gray eyes was basic. It said that she was an attractive, intelligent woman, and his job for the next two hours would be to enjoy that fact. He kept her amused with a constant flow of anecdotes about the people he had met in his work.
The two hours Leah had allotted for dinner flew by too quickly. Before she knew it, they were walking toward her car in the parking lot.
David opened the car door for her, leaning on it as he gazed down at her. "The mayor's giving a party next Friday," he said. He placed a companionable
hand on her neck, massaging it gently. "Want to come with me?"
She smiled. "Let me check my schedule and get back to you."
"Do that," he murmured, then lowered his head, his lips finding hers in a warm kiss.
Leah sighed and leaned toward him. It was a nice kiss from a nice man, and she was just beginning to really enjoy it when suddenly she pulled away, frowning.
"I'd better get going," she said, avoiding his eyes. "Work—I have to get that work done." She swallowed nervously, trying to get her brain to function as she slid into the driver's seat. "It was wonderful seeing you again, David___I owe you a dinner."
She didn't look at him as she shut the door and started the car, but as she pulled out of the parking lot, she glanced in the rearview mirror. He was still standing there, staring after her.
He must have thought she had lost her mind. Maybe she had. That was the only explanation she could find at the moment for her behavior. For a moment, for one brief second as David kissed
But at least he could have had enough sensitivity to give her the opportunity of telling him no, she thought with total disregard for logic.
"Well?"
She looked up to find him staring at her in irritation. "I'm sorry," she murmured. "What did you say?"
"I asked you to come to my office before eleven tomorrow so we can discuss your impressions of the two projects." He spoke slowly and carefully, so that even someone of her limited intelligence could understand.
"Yes, of course," she said, feeling as thoroughly chastened as he had intended her to.
From that high point the day slid rapidly downhill. At four that afternoon she had just settled behind her desk after a thoroughly disorganized meeting when Charlotte buzzed her.
"Yes?" Leah said briskly.
"David Yarrow's on line two. Do you want me to tell him you're busy?" Charlotte's voice squeaked slightly, a sign of nerves. The brunette hated trying to put anyone off and would usually stammer for five minutes before putting the call through anyway.
Leah opened her mouth to tell the other woman that she couldn't take any calls; then she stopped. Maybe this was exactly what she needed. She rarely dated during the week, and tonight she had the extra work that Mr. Gregory had given her. But David had called at the right moment—or perhaps it was the wrong moment. She was still smarting from her boss's unconscious rejection of her femininity. A few hours
with an attractive man—a man who left no doubt that he saw her as a woman—might be just what Leah needed to get her ego back in shape.
"I'll take the call," she said before she could change her mind.
At six-thirty that evening she met David in the parking lot of a small dinner club. "I can only stay a couple of hours," she said over her shoulder as she led the way into the club. "I have to work tonight."
"A couple of hours with you is better than a weekend with any other woman," he said earnestly, then grinned. "Besides, I have to get back to the studio by nine-thirty."
Leah laughed. David was a local television news reporter. He had been in the Dallas area for only two years but his blond curls, boyish grin and quick wit had already caused a perceptible rise in the ratings for his station's nightly news broadcast.
Immediately she began to relax. There were no undercurrents between them. No complications. The look in his gray eyes was basic. It said that she was an attractive, intelligent woman, and his job for the next two hours would be to enjoy that fact. He kept her amused with a constant flow of anecdotes about the people he had met in his work.
The two hours Leah had allotted for dinner flew by too quickly. Before she knew it, they were walking toward her car in the parking lot.
David opened the car door for her, leaning on it as he gazed down at her. "The mayor's giving a party next Friday," he said. He placed a companionable
hand on her neck, massaging it gently. "Want to come with me?"
She smiled. "Let me check my schedule and get back to you."
"Do that," he murmured, then lowered his head, his lips finding hers in a warm kiss.
Leah sighed and leaned toward him. It was a nice kiss from a nice man, and she was just beginning to really enjoy it when suddenly she pulled away, frowning.
"I'd better get going," she said, avoiding his eyes. "Work—I have to get that work done." She swallowed nervously, trying to get her brain to function as she slid into the driver's seat. "It was wonderful seeing you again, David___I owe you a dinner."
She didn't look at him as she shut the door and started the car, but as she pulled out of the parking lot, she glanced in the rearview mirror. He was still standing there, staring after her.
He must have thought she had lost her mind. Maybe she had. That was the only explanation she could find at the moment for her behavior. For a moment, for one brief second as David kissed
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