he
could hold a conversation, she’d be in heaven. Of course he couldn’t be her
Devil-man. His hair was too blond, though it did have brown streaks. They’d
look like Barbie and Ken if they got together.
A waiter came up to them, cleared the mess and promised to
bring her another sandwich and coffee.
Tim said, “Why don’t you eat with us?”
Melanie looked at Adonis. He was staring at her like she was
an alien. “No thanks, Tim. I’d rather go hide in a corner.” She took a step
backward into something squishy. Looking down, she discovered she had impaled
her sandal on a slice of cheese the waiter had missed. She rubbed it off
against a chair leg and slunk away.
Brisa’s cousin? Rob realized it made sense. He hadn’t known
she had one. And she wasn’t an employee, so he could date her without feeling
guilty. He grinned until he remembered the disgusted expression on her face as
soon as he’d opened his mouth. Well, first impressions weren’t everything. Of
course this was her second impression. Which was worse—X-rated Mother Goose or
brain-dead moron?
“She’s almost as hot as Bombshell,” Tim commented. “That
luscious body must be in their gene pool.”
“Almost?” Rob scoffed. “Bombshell’s barely in the same
universe. Do you know her name?”
Tim opened his mouth to object but stopped at Rob’s
expression and merely shook his head. Rob stood. “I’m going to talk to her.”
“Why? She can’t stand the sight of you for some reason,” Tim
grinned.
Rob glared at his assistant. “We had a misunderstanding
earlier.”
He stepped over the cheese mess on the floor and went in
search of her. She was hidden in a corner as she had threatened. What a waste,
Rob thought, but then realized no one else would be staring at her and her
tight, low-cut purple T-shirt. She looked amazing, even better than this
afternoon in her short skirt. Her legs were long and shapely, but her breasts
were downright magnificent.
“Hi,” he said, reaching her table.
She looked up. “Oh it’s you.”
He pulled up a chair and sat down uninvited and waited while
she thanked the waiter who brought her replacement food. “That doesn’t look too
exciting,” he commented.
She fixed him with a frosty glare. “What were you eating,
raw meat?”
“Ouch,” he winced. “What have you got against me anyway?”
She gave him a cool once-over. “I have nothing against you,”
she said.
Just give me time, gorgeous, and all of you will be
against me . “I didn’t know Brisa had a cousin.”
“Why would you? How do you know her?”
“She works for me. So what’s your name?”
Melanie dropped her sandwich to the table. “You’re kidding.
You work at LeatherWorks?”
“My family owns it.”
Melanie took a gulp of her coffee. “And you’re Brisa’s
boss?”
“More or less,” Rob nodded. Less, unless Jack had managed to
straighten things out with her, but her cousin didn’t seem the wiser. “She’s
great. What are you doing tonight? The conference starts in a while but I don’t
have to go. We could go check out a show. I think George Carlin is doing his
comedy act somewhere on the Strip…” he paused, hoping she would insert her name
into his sentence.
“You’re asking me out?”
Rob noticed she sounded more offended than pleased. “I know
we haven’t gotten off to a very good start, but I’m not normally a twit. And as
a general rule,” he took a deep breath, “I’m only X-rated when encouraged. Why
don’t you give me a second chance?”
Melanie stiffened in her chair and took another gulp of
coffee. “I—”
Rob smiled. She was tongue-tied. “So what do you say? Come
eat with us then we’ll go. Tim can cover the symposium.”
“You have got to be kidding. I’ve got no interest in anyone
who works at LeatherWorks! You’re pigs!”
Rob opened his mouth to speak but couldn’t get anything out
of his mouth before Melanie stood up, grabbed her plate with the mangled
sandwich
could hold a conversation, she’d be in heaven. Of course he couldn’t be her
Devil-man. His hair was too blond, though it did have brown streaks. They’d
look like Barbie and Ken if they got together.
A waiter came up to them, cleared the mess and promised to
bring her another sandwich and coffee.
Tim said, “Why don’t you eat with us?”
Melanie looked at Adonis. He was staring at her like she was
an alien. “No thanks, Tim. I’d rather go hide in a corner.” She took a step
backward into something squishy. Looking down, she discovered she had impaled
her sandal on a slice of cheese the waiter had missed. She rubbed it off
against a chair leg and slunk away.
Brisa’s cousin? Rob realized it made sense. He hadn’t known
she had one. And she wasn’t an employee, so he could date her without feeling
guilty. He grinned until he remembered the disgusted expression on her face as
soon as he’d opened his mouth. Well, first impressions weren’t everything. Of
course this was her second impression. Which was worse—X-rated Mother Goose or
brain-dead moron?
“She’s almost as hot as Bombshell,” Tim commented. “That
luscious body must be in their gene pool.”
“Almost?” Rob scoffed. “Bombshell’s barely in the same
universe. Do you know her name?”
Tim opened his mouth to object but stopped at Rob’s
expression and merely shook his head. Rob stood. “I’m going to talk to her.”
“Why? She can’t stand the sight of you for some reason,” Tim
grinned.
Rob glared at his assistant. “We had a misunderstanding
earlier.”
He stepped over the cheese mess on the floor and went in
search of her. She was hidden in a corner as she had threatened. What a waste,
Rob thought, but then realized no one else would be staring at her and her
tight, low-cut purple T-shirt. She looked amazing, even better than this
afternoon in her short skirt. Her legs were long and shapely, but her breasts
were downright magnificent.
“Hi,” he said, reaching her table.
She looked up. “Oh it’s you.”
He pulled up a chair and sat down uninvited and waited while
she thanked the waiter who brought her replacement food. “That doesn’t look too
exciting,” he commented.
She fixed him with a frosty glare. “What were you eating,
raw meat?”
“Ouch,” he winced. “What have you got against me anyway?”
She gave him a cool once-over. “I have nothing against you,”
she said.
Just give me time, gorgeous, and all of you will be
against me . “I didn’t know Brisa had a cousin.”
“Why would you? How do you know her?”
“She works for me. So what’s your name?”
Melanie dropped her sandwich to the table. “You’re kidding.
You work at LeatherWorks?”
“My family owns it.”
Melanie took a gulp of her coffee. “And you’re Brisa’s
boss?”
“More or less,” Rob nodded. Less, unless Jack had managed to
straighten things out with her, but her cousin didn’t seem the wiser. “She’s
great. What are you doing tonight? The conference starts in a while but I don’t
have to go. We could go check out a show. I think George Carlin is doing his
comedy act somewhere on the Strip…” he paused, hoping she would insert her name
into his sentence.
“You’re asking me out?”
Rob noticed she sounded more offended than pleased. “I know
we haven’t gotten off to a very good start, but I’m not normally a twit. And as
a general rule,” he took a deep breath, “I’m only X-rated when encouraged. Why
don’t you give me a second chance?”
Melanie stiffened in her chair and took another gulp of
coffee. “I—”
Rob smiled. She was tongue-tied. “So what do you say? Come
eat with us then we’ll go. Tim can cover the symposium.”
“You have got to be kidding. I’ve got no interest in anyone
who works at LeatherWorks! You’re pigs!”
Rob opened his mouth to speak but couldn’t get anything out
of his mouth before Melanie stood up, grabbed her plate with the mangled
sandwich
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