Glancing around the room to movie posters on the walls, Bonnie took a seat across from an oval silver desk. “Does your firm design movie theaters?” she asked, smiling. Blue eyes flicked to the posters and he shook his head a little, lowering himself jovially into a high-backed, gray leather chair that blended with his suit. “No, just an obsession of mine. My partners wish I’d put photos of buildings on the walls, but I ignore a lot of what they say.” He grinned, eyeing her with so much interest, it made her a little uneasy. “So, Ms. Zane. Tell me about yourself.” She hated this question in interviews, but she’d had enough to arm herself. She’d learned to always have a few sentences at the ready, something short and sweet that told a little about herself, but not too much, something that showed her dedication yet also sounded personable. “Well, I’m from California, USA, and moved here five years after graduating from Berkeley with a marketing degree. I’ve got plants, but no pets. I
Bonnie blinked at Danny's question, her temper bubbling. “Sorry? What? No.” “Never?” She returned his cold glare. “No, never.” “Cheated?” “Danny,” Darrell muttered from the sidelines. Danny threw him a glance. “Let her answer the question.” Bonnie glanced back and forth between them, offering sarcastically, “You mean like on a bet or a guy?” “Either one.” “The answer is no.” He nodded, seeming to believe her despite himself. What was even stranger was that he looked disappointed. “This is your own business, this marketing thing?” Marking thing? A sense of pride pulled her spine taut. “Yes. Completely mine.” “What made you do such a thing?” She shot back, “Meaning?” He rapped on the desk with his fingers. “Work for yourself. Why would you do that? Don’t work well with others? Not a good teammate? I’m curious.” Her crossed leg bounced as she considered how not to punch his smug face. “I do very well with teams, it’s why I’m able to fit in with so many. That’s necessary for
Bonnie turned in her chair to see a man open the door and look around. He was dressed in an expensive suit just like the other two, but his was brown. His tie was blue and thin. He looked like he’d walked out of a magazine he was so fashionable and hip, even with his hair that short. Their eyes met and she instantly remembered him. “Elliot!” she whispered, confused. He showed no surprise at seeing her and glanced at the other two. “Verdict?” Nate’s friend was a partner here, too? Wait, D.E.N. Darrell & Danny, Elliott, Nate. She felt weak. Turning pale, she squeaked, “What’s going on?” Danny said, with an annoyed sigh, “I hate to admit it, but I like her.” Bonnie gaped at him. “Can you come this way?” Elliott asked with a gentle tone. She flipped back around so fast that her things crashed onto the floor. “Leave those where they lie,” he said as his brown eyes danced with amusement. “Come with me, Bonnie.” Flustered, she rose and left her belongings lying there, to follow him
Bonnie glanced down for a moment, overwhelmed with Nate's heat and intensity. Here he was, a man who’d killed someone, and she wasn’t afraid of him. He was a freaking supernatural. A werewolf. She should be running away, calling her father and reporting this madness, but instead, she wanted to get closer to him, not run away. The idea of sitting across from Nate made her giddy, and what might come afterward, she could hardly speak just thinking about it. “I’d love that,” she whispered. “How about eight o’clock?” Her eyelashes rose and she met his green eyes. “That seems like a long time away.” Sexy darkness crossed his face and she felt warmth suddenly emanate from his body. His eyes even seemed to take on a glow. What was he? “Six then.” She could only nod and since a part of her wanted to stay there forever, she flipped around and made a beeline for the exit. Vanishing out the door, she literally ran down the stairs and into Danny’s office for her things. She barely noticed thr
At five-thirty, Nate was dressed in Chavez Boss black slacks and blazer, over a cream-colored shirt unbuttoned with no tie. He sat in his limo sedan, deep in thought. Nick, his driver of the past three years, had the window partition down and was strumming lightly on the steering wheel as they made their way toward the East Village. Through the window, Nate spotted a flower display outside a local bodega. “Stop here.” The fingers paused strumming to turn the wheel, bringing the car gracefully to parallel-park directly in front of the store. Nike started to get out but stopped as Nate opened the door and sprang out with more enthusiasm than he’d felt in years. An Asian woman in her sixties stood over the flowers, smelling them and taking her time. After perusing the vast array of colorful blooms gathered in twine, Nate picked several bunches of deep purple orchids. The woman gave the gathered bunches in his hand a wrinkly smile. “Lovely!” He returned her friendly manner. “Thank yo
As the car pulled away from the curb, from where she sat beside him in the darkness of the luxurious vehicle, she became very aware that they were alone. The partition was closed and solid–complete privacy. Bonnie knew she was damp from the sensations floating over her skin wherever his glance traced. “What were you going to say about my dress?” she asked, casting a smile sideways at him. His gaze dropped to her lips. To her surprise, he reached over and touched her knee, then slid his fingertips lightly up the length of her thigh until they touched her red hem, and paused there. His heated gaze fell to her bare thigh and he held there a moment, then crooked a finger under the fabric and pulled it up just a teasing inch. Her body commanded her to uncross her legs and give him access, but she kept very still. Her heart pounded and he glanced up briefly at her chest as he could hear it. Or was he looking at her breasts? Well, now he was. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips and s
Bonnie lifted her eyebrows, a habitual response, but was curious about what he’d just said. “What is your weakness, Nate?” she asked. He held her eyes for a heated moment. “I have only one.” She felt warmth pool out from her heart and other lower places. “Which is? Or won’t you tell me?” “Another time,” he said thickly. “To red wine, red meat, and red dresses.” A flattered laugh softly fell from her lips and she tapped her glass to his. “Don't forget handsome imposing men.” A surprised grin appeared on Nate's face but vanished quickly as a food runner interrupted them, carrying the most beautifully arranged plate of crab cakes laid on a bed of sautéed kale. As he set it down, the electricity calmed between them and Michelle nervously picked up her menu and asked, “What will you be having?” Nate looked at her like he knew she was putting a wall between them with that leather-bound list, but he was respectful enough not to mention it. “Let me see. I’ll probably have Filet. What ab
Bonnie cringed as Joan kept booming in her ears, "Where did you meet him? Was it online? Oh please, Bonnie don't tell me - "“No! I’m not online dating. I met him on your birthday at that club. Well, I kind of did. But then afterward…” She quickly explained how she caught her on Joan's panties at the club, lied about giving him her business card, and how he tracked her down and showed up at her apartment building the next day. She told Joan truthfully that she'd sent him away that day thinking him a stalker, but that his friends had interviewed her to get them back in the same room together and now here they were on a date. She kept out the part about the near-rape, him saving her, and the fact that she had a suspicion that he was supernatural. A werewolf. Plus, she didn’t want Joan to think she was dating a killer. Even though she was? “So, let me get this right. You’re calling me because you’re terrified you’ll jump on his lap and start grinding away right there at the dinner table