Caught on Camera by Kim Law Page A

to its natural color.
    JP disappeared through a swinging door without additional comment, and promptly returned with two plates and a decanter of salad dressing. A bottle of wine was tucked under one arm, and a corkscrew dangled from his fingers.
    With a flourish, he presented the salad. “Mustard vinaigrette okay?”
    “Absolutely,” she practically purred as she took in the first course of the meal. The presentation was so professionally done, he’d either bought outside food or, more likely, brought in a chef to prepare it for them. She tossed a quick glance at the kitchen door, wondering if there was someone currently stashed away in there.
    JP drizzled the dressing over their salads and poured them each wine before settling in his chair. He held his glass up for a toast.
    “To the beginning.” Clink.
    She paused, her glass still pressed to his. “Of what?”
    “Whatever this is.” The twinkle in his eyes tied her stomach into a pretzel.
    After a sip that exploded on her tongue and, alone, almost had her promising to do whatever he wanted, she murmured, “ This is a discussion about you allowing me to shadow you.”
    “This,” JP began, reaching for his fork and spearing a mix of crisp colors, “is whatever we make it.”
    And at that moment, she honestly had no idea what she wanted to make it. The chemistry between them was like nothing she’d ever been a part of. Why couldn’t she throw caution to the wind for one night? It wasn’t as if she’d ever have such an opportunity again. Surely they could keep a single night discreet.
    She dug into her salad, but her nerves insisted food was not the best idea at the moment. After two bites, she reached for her wine.
    She couldn’t sleep with him.
    Could she?
    Licking her lips, she cast her eyes to the side to find JP’s fire-blue gaze lingering on her mouth. Her stomach wrapped around her knees. If she slept with him, where would she go from there? No doubt someone who exuded that much testosterone would put anyone else to shame.
    With effort, she decided to remind them both why she was there. She reached for the bag she’d carried in with her and slipped a folded piece of paper from an inner pocket. “I spent time this morning outlining my vision and how I see the interview being laid out.”
    She slid the sheet onto the glossy table, but he ignored it, jabbing his fork through the outer skin of a ripe tomato instead.
    “I thought getting your feedback would be a good place to start,” she tried again.
    Silence.
    After chewing as if making sure to attain the digestively recommended twenty-one chews per bite, JP balanced his fork on the edge of his plate and topped off her glass of wine. “Let’s get to know each other first. Put business off until after dinner.”
    When she opened her mouth to protest, he cut her off.
    “If I’m going to give real consideration to this idea…” His lips flattened briefly as if the thought were utterly distasteful. “I need to know more about you first.” He turned the full power of his gaze to her. “I need to be able to trust you.”
    Trust? Uh…yeah. She doubted that was his true intention, but didn’t see any other way to go at the moment. She nodded. Fine. If he wanted to talk, they’d talk. But it wasn’t just going to be about her.
    She started the questions, turning the conversation on him. No sense not taking the opportunity to shed some light on kernels of information. After all, understanding the man better would help her produce the best program possible.
    He backed off the flirting and they began to talk, then he soon brought out the next course. The New York steak crusted in a pepper rub and red wine sauce placed a stranglehold on her remaining nerves, making them momentarily lose out to the incredible taste of the succulent meat.
    “This is fantastic,” she murmured, more to herself than to JP, but she didn’t miss the predatory gleam in his eye. The pride of a man who knew he was winning