look him in the eye, and walked around the desk, heading for the coffee machine
in the lobby. He followed close behind, admiring her walk. Coffee or tea, Mr.
Harrison?
Ben.
Excuse me?
Call me Ben.
Okay, Ben, coffee or tea?
What are you having?
Tea.
Great. I ll have the same, he said. He walked to the table, tilting his head
and studying her closely. Her eyes were as dark as milk chocolate, with just a hint
of innocence. Are you feeling well? You seem a little tense.
Dee smiled. Couldn t be better, she said. Yeah, right. As if you don t know
what that silky voice and those beautiful eyes do to women.
You have a beautiful smile, he said, unable to resist the urge to touch her.
He reached up, his fingers lightly stroking her cheek, with the cutest dimples
I ve ever seen. When his fingers brushed her cheek, she jumped. She felt electric-
ity running from her cheek down to her toes and back to her stomach. She
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wanted to scream. After spilling water on the table, she grabbed a handful of nap-
kins to sop it up.
Ugh what are you doing, girl? Just calm down and breathe.
Oh, I m sorry. Let me get that, he said, taking the napkins from her and
cleaning up the water. He looked at her, wondering if she had felt the electrical
charge he had when he touched her. Smiling at her nervousness, he thought,
Man, is she gorgeous big, beautiful eyes; a small, cute nose; skin the color of cocoa
and the texture of silk. He noticed just a hint of makeup. Nice.
Come on and take me, she said.
Huh? he asked. His mouth suddenly went dry. He stared at her, taken
totally by surprise at her offer.
Cream and sugar? She met his gaze, confused. In your tea?
He smiled and then blushed slightly. However you take yours.
Dee gave him the cup, her hands still shaking. She moved her hand quickly,
trying not to touch his. Taking her cup, she returned to her office. Ben watched
her walk down the hall, wondering what had come over him. Putting her cup
down, she sat down, pretending to look through a folder. He walked into the
office and sat in the chair across from her. He leaned on the desk, holding the cup
between both hands.
So, Ben, how may I help you today? she asked, flipping over a sheet of
paper.
Actually, I stopped by to invite you to lunch again.
She met his stare with her mouth open, not knowing what to say. Then she
snapped her mouth shut and cleared her throat. I m sorry, but I have a really
busy day planned.
Well, you have to eat.
She shook her head. No, thank you, anyway.
Is there a problem with me?
Casually, she brushed her hand on her skirt, trying to wipe her sweaty palms.
No, I don t date clients.
He smiled. What if we made it a business lunch?
I gave you all the information we had yesterday.
He nodded. Okay. He tilted his head, watching her.
She broke eye contact, watching his hands, too nervous to look at him. He has
strong hands, she thought, strong yet smooth, with long fingers. She realized she was
staring.
Is there something wrong with the tea? she asked, glancing at him.
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He smiled, setting the cup down. I don t drink tea. He then flashed the
most gorgeous smile she had ever seen and winked. I want you to know that I ll
be asking you out again soon. Have a good afternoon, Deanna. He stood,
leaving the office.
Dee watched the door close, What the hell just happened? she asked herself.
6' 6' 6' 6'
Ben walked out of Meyers Investigations smiling to himself. After getting into his
silver BMW Z8, he closed his eyes and brought his hand up to his nose: the
aroma of her perfume was still there from his gentle touch. He become instantly
aroused. Deanna Meyers, you re not going to know what hit you, he said,
watching the building for a moment. Then he picked up his phone and called his
assistant. Jill, I need you to take care of something for me.
Dee was sitting at her desk trying to write a report for a case she had just finished.
Her mind kept drifting back to Benjamin Harrison: his extraordinary eyes, his
full lips. She wondered how it would feel to kiss those lips, how they d taste. She
closed her eyes, imagining how it would feel. There was a knock at the door.
Yes? she said, returning her attention to her report.
Dee, there s a delivery for you.
Really? Dee rose from her chair. She saw a deliveryman carrying a box from
Miller s Deli.
I think this is some sort of mistake. I didn t order anything.
No, this is the right address.
Is this for Deanna Meyers?
Yes ma am.
She frowned, trying to see inside the box. Who is it from?
I don t know, ma am. There s a card, though. He set the box down and
turned to leave.
Wait, Dee said. Let me get you a tip.
It s taken care of.
Dee leaned over and looked in the box. The lunch consisted of a grilled
chicken Caesar salad and a lemon meringue tart for dessert. A small bottle of
spring water and some sparkling cider were also included. On top was a small
vase with a pink rose that had a card attached. Dee opened the card. It read:
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I d be honored if you would join me for lunch soon.
Benjamin
Dee couldn t help but smile. Mr. Harrison, you re something else. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]