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  Now her smile was downright wicked. “Oh, I don’t know. It will take some time to figure out.”

  His heart leapt inside his chest. Because of the sex, he told himself. What else would it be? “So you’ll see me again?”

  “If we can work it out.”

  He wanted to leap up and do a dance on the bed. Instead he lifted his head enough to run his tongue along the shell of her ear. “When do you have to leave today?”

  She craned her neck, looking for a clock. “Four. I’ve got to turn my rental in before I board.”

  Jake felt around behind him until he found the linen napkin he’d filched the fruit in. He plucked a blueberry from the folds, amazed they hadn’t smashed all the fruit. He rolled it between his fingers in front of her face. “What say we give breakfast in bed a try?”

  Her eyes widened a bit as she watched him roll the berry back and forth. “I thought you had a meeting.”

  “I’ll reschedule. Now, breakfast in bed?” He put the berry between her breasts and began slowly rolling it down the center of her body. “I’m still hungry. And I’m thinking this would taste really good dipped in you.”

  Her head dropped back and her hips actually undulated. “I give up,” she groaned in pleasure. “You’re way better at this than me. Who knew cowboys were so imaginative?”

  He continued rolling the berry over her belly, nudging it into, then back out of her navel. “Who knew lawyers could be so…responsive.” She gasped when he let the berry tickle through the first few curly wisps. “Why don’t you let me lead today. That will give you until next time to think up a few things. Research a few…briefs.”

  He nudged it over the edge, and she arched hard as it hit her clitoris. “Yes,” she gasped. “God, yes.”

  “To hell with the bed,” he growled, already growing hard again. How did she do that? He nudged the berry along her wet lips, then rolled his tongue in right behind it.

  She groaned, long and low, as her climax took her slowly but body-shakingly hard. She was still twitching as she all but yanked him inside her.

  He gladly complied. This time, however, he didn’t come for a long, long time.

  8

  “DATING SUCKS.” Liza swirled the cherry in her drink, then bit it off the stem in one vicious snap.

  Natalie almost choked on her drink. “What? You’re the one always telling me how fabulous the men in L.A. are and how I should race out here and enjoy the endless ‘beef buffet,’ as I believe you termed it.”

  “Yeah, well, I’m switching to chicken and fish.”

  Natalie laughed, glad her flight had been delayed, after all. Liza had been happy to meet her at a restaurant near the airport for dinner. Now she knew why. Girl talk. She didn’t mind. It would help take her mind off what she’d been doing only hours earlier. She still couldn’t quite believe it herself.

  “Please. Just because Conrad decided to have an affair with his soap co-star fling-of-the-week doesn’t mean the whole dating world has gone to hell.”

  Liza set her drink down. “I’m not saying the whole world has gone to hell. Just the men in it. What is up with them, anyway?”

  “Aren’t you usually the one who gets irritated when a man starts to get all clingy with you?” Natalie had lost count how many times she’d sat just like this, either in person or on the phone, and talked Liza through yet another breakup. Only it was usually Liza doing the breaking up. Since the shoe was on the other foot this time, it wasn’t surprising that her friend wasn’t taking it well. “I know it’s a blow to the ego, but come on, you only have…what? Ten, twelve, twenty others dying to take Conrad’s place?”

  Natalie had expected an annoyed look followed by a rueful laugh, and then it would be over and they could finally go eat dinner. Instead Liza’s expression sobered, then she looked away and started twirling her cherry stem.

  When several moments passed and she still hadn’t responded, Natalie leaned down to catch her eye. “Liza?”

  “Okay. So maybe he wasn’t the fling I’d hoped he’d be.”

  “Then, why are you so upset?”

  Liza looked up, and Natalie was stunned to find her eyes swimming. “I didn’t mean he wasn’t a good fling. He was. Too good. So good, in fact, I’d sort of forgotten about the fling part and started to get serious.” Then she shocked Natalie further by starting to cry.

  Liza had never cried once since Natalie had known her.

  “And then the jerk goes and sleeps with another woman. How could he do it to me, Nat? He was actually shocked when I told him I wouldn’t see him again. Like I shouldn’t mind sharing!” She sniffed. “Well, I minded.”

  Natalie quickly abandoned her stool and hugged her friend. “Oh, sweetie, I’m so sorry. I had no idea. I wouldn’t have teased you like that if I’d known. It’s just that you never get—”

  “Serious?” she said, hiccuping through another sob. Her mascara was a mess and her cheeks were splotchy. “Well, I guess we all fall sometime.”

  Natalie instantly thought of Jake, and then shut the picture out. It had just been a reflex reaction, to think of the last man she’d been intimate with. The fact that he was also the next man she planned to be intimate with made no difference. Jake was not a forever man.

  Liza hiccuped again. “I don’t want…to date anymore.” She sniffed, then blew her nose on a cocktail napkin. “It’s not…worth it. I don’t want…to ever…feel like this again.” She wiped her face, still sniffling, and gently pushed Natalie back to her stool.

  “I know what you mean, but honestly, Liza, it was bound to happen at some point. It’s surprising it hadn’t happened sooner. Last time I looked, it was a fairly normal reaction between a woman and a man she finds attractive and fun.”

  “Don’t forget good in bed,” she added with a watery chuckle.

  Natalie rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the heat in her cheeks as she recalled just how good in bed Liza had thought Conrad was. After all, she’d heard firsthand.

  “But just because you got stung once doesn’t mean you should give up altogether.”

  “I know.” Liza sighed and used another napkin to blot her face. “You’re right.” She downed the rest of her drink, choking a bit as it stung her throat. “Still sucks.”

  Natalie sighed along with her. “I know.”

  Liza turned a considering look to her. “Since when?”

  “Oh, no, we’re not going there. You know very well that I’ve led the opposite kind of social life from you, so it’s not at all surprising that it hasn’t happened to me.”

  “You sure sounded like the voice of experience.”

  Natalie backpedaled faster. “I was just sympathizing. I mean, look who I date.”

  “Lawyers, investment bankers and rich idiots your dad and sisters shove at you. I know. Still, who would have thought, with all the hot, amazing men I’ve dated, I’d lose it for a dumb soap stud?”

  Natalie couldn’t help it; she lowered her voice and said, “Well, I can think of one or, well, multiple reasons why you might have.”

  Liza sighed again, but in abject appreciation this time. “Yeah, well, there was that. A lot of that.” She laughed. “Maybe that’s why I’m crying.”

  Natalie snickered, then they both lost it and laughed.

  But Liza wasn’t one to be dissuaded from a mission. The considering look returned as soon as the laughter died.

  Natalie held up her hand. “Please, we’ll do my love life next time.”

  “So.” She folded her arms and leaned forward. “There is a love life. I’ve been wondering. You’re holding something back on me. I could hear it in your voice.” She leaned even closer and peered into Natalie’s face. “It’s in your eyes, too.” She grinned, obviously more than happy to shift the conversational target to her friend. “Spill it.”

  Natalie had debated telling her friend. God knows, they shared everything else. Liza was the one person in her life she could tell anything to, including the fact that she’d heard he
r and Conrad at the end of that party. So what if she’d sort of omitted the fact that when she’d slipped out for coffee, it had been with Conrad’s childhood buddy, and they’d ended up in bed together?

  It was so unlike anything she’d ever done. And now she’d done it twice. And it was still so amazing, so stunning to her…well, she simply couldn’t give that up for conversational fodder. Not yet, anyway.

  “Well, the only exciting thing on the dating spectrum for me is another one of Sabrina’s charity balls,” Natalie said. At least it was the truth. “To make it worse, Melissa has managed to dredge up the one remaining eligible bachelor under the age of fifty that she hasn’t already shoved at me. At least, I assume he’s under fifty. I don’t think she’s gotten that desperate.”

  Liza smirked. “Yet.”

  “God help me when that time comes.”

  “‘When’ is right. There is no ‘if’ with your sisters. When they set their minds to something, nothing so trifling as a twenty-year age gap would stop them.”

  Natalie merely nodded, taking no offense, especially as Liza was absolutely correct in her assessment. In fact, Natalie was ever grateful for Liza’s take on her whole family situation. It made her feel less like an ungrateful spoiled brat and more like the intelligent woman she hoped she was—one who’d naturally run screaming from a family as controlling as hers.

  “So, who’s the victim du jour?”

  Natalie made a face. “Preston Albert Markwell III. Sounds about as dreamy as a tax audit, doesn’t he?”

  “Only if he actually calls himself Preston Albert.”

  Natalie grinned. “Probably does.”

  Liza pretended a swoon. “Oh, Preston Albert, do it to me again!”

  Natalie swatted her, but laughed all the same. Thankfully the maitre d’ came over and told Liza their table was ready, saving her. Natalie was able to turn the conversation to the menu, which then launched Liza into tales of the latest weird diet fads of some of her celebrity clients. All of which they discussed and analyzed as they wolfed down their filet mignon and cherries jubilee. Natalie would have to drag herself off to the gym as penance in the morning, but that was hours away. In the meantime, she dug in and enjoyed the time with her friend.

  And tried like hell not to think of what Jake could do with those damn cherries.

  “YEAH, DAD. I’ve worked through the probabilities schematic and I think I’ve got the shipping problem figured out. It’s not going to be cheap, but they stand to do pretty well if they can move the beef overseas more easily.” Jake flipped past the notes he’d been consulting and picked up the engraved manila envelope he’d tucked underneath. “I’m meeting with Ray and John this afternoon.” He turned it over, looking at his name in neat, black ink on the back. “Yes, they’ll go for it if they want to deal with us.” He chuckled. “Yes, Dad, I’m playing hardball just like you taught me. I expect to be out of here by six. I’ve already contacted the pilot, and he’s filed our flight plans.”

  Company jets were an absolute luxury, but they were the one perk he’d guiltlessly accepted after too many years of cramming his six-foot-two body onto crowded commercial flights heading to points all over the globe. “Give Mom my love and tell her I’ll see her this weekend.” He hung up, still fingering the envelope, then finally gave in and pulled out the single folded piece of stationery that was inside.

  He read the note for what was probably the twentieth time since it had arrived at his hotel the night before, then folded it and slid it back into the gold-edged envelope. Good thing he was alone. He had a permanent grin…and what he feared was a permanent hard-on. And probably would be until he laid eyes…and hands on the sender of that note.

  “An art museum,” he murmured, shaking his head. A very public one, too, as it was the Art Institute in Chicago, where they’d both be doing business ten days from now.

  Doing business. He supposed that was one way to put it. Best damn business meeting he’d ever had the fortune to look forward to. She’d taken two weeks to come up with something for their next rendezvous. But an art museum? What in the hell does she have in mind?

  He laughed as all sorts of ideas popped into his way-too-fertile-of-late mind, but he doubted they were what she’d come up with. He sorted through a pile of folders on his makeshift hotel-room desk, trying hard not to think about what they’d come up with the last time they’d been together. One thing was for sure: he had a whole new respect for fruit as a major food group.

  Still grinning, he tried like hell to get his mind back on the meeting he was to run in less than fifteen minutes. It really wasn’t like him to let a woman distract him this way. But he’d never met a woman like Natalie Holcomb.

  His gaze drifted briefly to his laptop. He knew they weren’t supposed to talk about work or family or anything other than what they wanted to do with each other when they were together. But they hadn’t ever actually said they couldn’t explore a little when they weren’t together. So, one night shortly after their last encounter, he’d given up on trying to sleep with a raging erection, taken a cold shower…and booted up his lap top. If he couldn’t satisfy himself physically with her, he’d thought maybe learning more about her personally would assuage the need she’d so effortlessly roused in him.

  He knew she came from a wealthy family with her talk of boarding school and family chefs. So he’d done a little digging into her family history and come across Holcomb Industries, which had started with Natalie’s great-grandfather as an investment firm. The young banker had cagily branched out just before the stock market crash. Now they were into a host of other things, all profitable and overseen by her father and brother. Many charitable works bore the Holcomb name, and the names of her two sisters popped up on a regular basis in all manner of social and charitable works attributed to the company. Their husbands, along with Natalie’s older brother, Chuck, also popped up regularly in the newspaper business news sections for one major deal or another.

  None of those things struck him as unusual, as his own family’s background was similar, even if the industry itself was wholly different. The glaring difference was that he, along with his two brothers and one sister, were all involved happily in the family business with his father, mother, several aunts and uncles. Even his aging, retired grandfather still kept a hand in at board meetings.

  Jake enjoyed his work, and loved working with his family, although his schedule kept him from seeing them every day. He smiled. Maybe distance was the key to family harmony in the workplace. He shook his head. Whatever the case, they each gave the business their all and took immense personal pride from its continued success. None of the Lannisters had ever felt like the world owed them anything, nor did they expect to get anything without working to achieve it.

  Granted, it was a lot easier to work toward a goal when you had the bankroll to finance the education and whatnot to help get you there, but he’d never taken it for granted. His family was also heavily involved in philanthropic endeavors, one part of which he’d personally developed—grants and college scholarships. His siblings and parents devoted their time to their pet charities in addition to their other work.

  Which led him back to the glaring omission from Natalie’s family history. Sure, he’d found out where she worked as an up-and-coming attorney with Maxwell & Graham, a law firm in Manhattan that handled everything from corporate to family to entertainment law. She was involved in the corporate side, although she’d been doing work for one of the new partners, who was their new entertainment specialist.

  It had taken a little digging to uncover all this information through his buddy’s access to the legal network. It would have been a lot easier if she worked for her family, considering they were in the news all the time. Her name was occasionally mentioned in the social columns when she attended this wedding or that ball, usually as an afterthought in a list of “other attendees.”

  He didn’t find her associated with any of the other high-profile charities her family wa
s so abundantly proud of being involved in, nor did he find her involved in any way with the family company. Ever. He’d discovered she’d gone to Georgetown on an academic scholarship and finished law school in the upper quarter of her graduating class. He assumed she’d passed the bar on her first try judging by the time frame between graduation and her first job…where she was still employed to this day.

  All in a night’s work. A long night, but he’d been unable to stop digging once he’d started. And rather than suppress his appetite for her, it had only whetted it further. Why the division between family and work? Why had she gone rogue and left the family fold? She was the black sheep, and yet she came off as an overachieving corporate climber, dedicated and serious about making her mark in the world. To all appearances, this would have made her golden to her family business.

  Unfortunately, there were no answers for those questions on the Internet or anywhere else. Pumping Liza was out of the question, although he’d considered it at about four in the morning, when anything seemed possible.

  Unless he came out and asked, he wasn’t going to learn any more about her. But he couldn’t do that. And was, therefore, dying to find out. At least, that was what he told himself. He was the family troubleshooter and he was exceptionally good at his job. He didn’t sleep until he’d figured out how to solve a puzzle. So it was only natural that he was avidly curious about her.

  He wasted a minute wondering if she was curious about him, as well. Maybe they could bend the rules, have one long question-and-answer session, then shut the topic down. Even as he thought it, he knew that wouldn’t fly. He could hardly be her secret thrill if she knew everything about him. And maybe knowing would remove too much of the mystique, cloud the time they had with too much reality. And, after all, wasn’t reality what they were trying to escape from with one another?

  He slapped the folders shut and shoved them in his briefcase, then slid his laptop and software in after them.

  Maybe it would ruin things for her. But he knew a great deal about her now…and it only made him want more.