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to give Eugenie the name of someone who wasn’t on your payroll to vouch for you. Having that person be Maisie Ransler works for you twofold. One, she’s well known in philanthropic circles in her own right, and two, Ransler’s sure to hear about your endeavor before the press release even hits the papers.”
“But how did you know she’d vouch for me? I told you Ransler wasn’t a big fan.”
Emma looked up at him, her green eyes glittering with laughter. Her mouth didn’t so much as twitch though. “You said William Ransler wasn’t a big fan. But Maisie is a different story. I happen to know she’s completely onboard with William working with you.”
“How do you...?” Josh trailed off as he pushed open the Foundation’s heavy front door and gazed out into the parking lot. The sky had been clear when they’d entered the building, but was low and dark now. Rain poured down in thick grey sheets. “Damn.”
“Make a run for it?” Emma asked with a quirked brow and a grin.
Josh studied the distance from the door to his Maybach. “I could ask if anyone here has an umbrella they could lend us.”
But Emma grabbed his wrist in her small, warm hand and tugged him outside into the downpour. Josh’s muscles tensed in surprise, but the feel of her touch sparked a sweet heat beneath his skin despite the cold rain pelting his head and shoulders. Emma dropped his wrist to cover her head with her hands, but they were both soaked within two steps out the door.
She laughed as she ran for the car, her black leather heels kicking up arcs of water. The rain plastered the silk of her blouse to her skin, revealing the small curves of her firm breasts and the tight nubs of her nipples. Josh barely even noticed the chilled water seeping into his own suit and trickling down his neck and chest. He felt a sudden, powerful bolt of lust strike him in the gut and wondered if he’d start steaming from the heat now broiling within him.
They dove inside the car as soon as Josh unlocked the doors. Emma was still laughing, swiping rain from her face and trying desperately to redo her bedraggled hair. Josh squelched as he shifted in the driver’s seat. Emma’s laughter began to wind down and she glanced over at him, mouth still curving. Her eyes went wide then, drifting down his body before sliding to her own dripping form. The color drained from her rounded cheeks.
“Oh, Josh,” she gasped. “Your car! I didn’t even think. I’m so used to my little Toyota and its so beat up a bit of rain water would hardly make a difference. But...” She ran a damp hand over the equally damp leather of the seat, trying to swipe the water away. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it. It won’t ruin the leather. The seats will be fine. It’s just a car.” If Ben could hear him, he’d probably choke on his astonishment. Josh loved this car. But it wasn’t as if it was irreplaceable or one-of-a-kind. The sight of Emma, laughing as she ran through the rain was. That was worth it, he thought. She was something else. Which reminded him of what he’d been about to ask when they’d discovered the storm. “How did you know I’d met Maisie Ransler? I don’t remember telling you that. And how do you know she wants William to take the part?”
Emma fished in her purse, pulling out a bunch of napkins, the kind you got at the food court. She handed him half and began carefully blotting the water from herself and the car seat. “Martin told me you’d gone up to Big Bear to meet Ransler when I called him about the final paperwork for the charity ball. It wasn’t difficult to find out that William Ransler and his wife are at the Farmer’s Market every Wednesday, as I’m sure you know, since you tracked him down there.”
“Okay, so you guessed that I met her when I met Ransler. But how do you know she’s on board with the project? You could have risked the whole deal with the
“But how did you know she’d vouch for me? I told you Ransler wasn’t a big fan.”
Emma looked up at him, her green eyes glittering with laughter. Her mouth didn’t so much as twitch though. “You said William Ransler wasn’t a big fan. But Maisie is a different story. I happen to know she’s completely onboard with William working with you.”
“How do you...?” Josh trailed off as he pushed open the Foundation’s heavy front door and gazed out into the parking lot. The sky had been clear when they’d entered the building, but was low and dark now. Rain poured down in thick grey sheets. “Damn.”
“Make a run for it?” Emma asked with a quirked brow and a grin.
Josh studied the distance from the door to his Maybach. “I could ask if anyone here has an umbrella they could lend us.”
But Emma grabbed his wrist in her small, warm hand and tugged him outside into the downpour. Josh’s muscles tensed in surprise, but the feel of her touch sparked a sweet heat beneath his skin despite the cold rain pelting his head and shoulders. Emma dropped his wrist to cover her head with her hands, but they were both soaked within two steps out the door.
She laughed as she ran for the car, her black leather heels kicking up arcs of water. The rain plastered the silk of her blouse to her skin, revealing the small curves of her firm breasts and the tight nubs of her nipples. Josh barely even noticed the chilled water seeping into his own suit and trickling down his neck and chest. He felt a sudden, powerful bolt of lust strike him in the gut and wondered if he’d start steaming from the heat now broiling within him.
They dove inside the car as soon as Josh unlocked the doors. Emma was still laughing, swiping rain from her face and trying desperately to redo her bedraggled hair. Josh squelched as he shifted in the driver’s seat. Emma’s laughter began to wind down and she glanced over at him, mouth still curving. Her eyes went wide then, drifting down his body before sliding to her own dripping form. The color drained from her rounded cheeks.
“Oh, Josh,” she gasped. “Your car! I didn’t even think. I’m so used to my little Toyota and its so beat up a bit of rain water would hardly make a difference. But...” She ran a damp hand over the equally damp leather of the seat, trying to swipe the water away. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it. It won’t ruin the leather. The seats will be fine. It’s just a car.” If Ben could hear him, he’d probably choke on his astonishment. Josh loved this car. But it wasn’t as if it was irreplaceable or one-of-a-kind. The sight of Emma, laughing as she ran through the rain was. That was worth it, he thought. She was something else. Which reminded him of what he’d been about to ask when they’d discovered the storm. “How did you know I’d met Maisie Ransler? I don’t remember telling you that. And how do you know she wants William to take the part?”
Emma fished in her purse, pulling out a bunch of napkins, the kind you got at the food court. She handed him half and began carefully blotting the water from herself and the car seat. “Martin told me you’d gone up to Big Bear to meet Ransler when I called him about the final paperwork for the charity ball. It wasn’t difficult to find out that William Ransler and his wife are at the Farmer’s Market every Wednesday, as I’m sure you know, since you tracked him down there.”
“Okay, so you guessed that I met her when I met Ransler. But how do you know she’s on board with the project? You could have risked the whole deal with the
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