her…well, it meant more than he knew. Slowly pulling out the small card, she silently read it.
My Tatiana,
I can’t wait to see you tomorrow evening. Make sure you’re ready for me.
Yours, Conall.
Well, damn. Her knees started shaking. What did that mean? Was there a hidden message in there for her somehow? Was she ready for him? That was the real question and he was right to ask. After he’d left her on Tuesday night, it had taken quite some time to calm her libido. Never before had a man overwhelmed her senses so fast. His voice. Those eyes of his that seemed to reach into her soul. Even his unique smell, a combination of his natural scent and the cologne he wore, had her fiending for a man she had just met. Everything about him was mouth-watering and sexy. Every single memory she had of him served to fuel her nighttime fantasies of the two of them wrapped in each other’s arms. His lovemaking wrenching moan after moan of ecstasy from her lips.
“Well, don’t leave me hanging, Tatiana, who are they from?” Dianne asked with a twinkle in her eyes. Oh no, this was one secret that she was not letting out of the bag.
“Oh, he’s just a friend. Someone I recently met and well, he seems quite determined to get my attention.” Tatiana purposely keeping her response to Dianne vague. There was no way in hell she was telling anyone that Conall O’Shea had sent her flowers.
“Hell, I need to find a friend like that.” The receptionist laughed as Tatiana picked up the crystal vase full of roses and daisies and turned to walk back to her office.
* * * * *
Seated behind her desk again, she knew the right thing to do was call Conall and thank him for the lovely flowers. If she were honest, wanting him had never been in the cards, but now, there was nothing to be done about it. She wanted—needed—to see this through.
After he’d left her house a few nights ago, she’d spent the rest of that evening and most of Wednesday thinking about everything she knew about him. The stuff that wasn’t on the front of the society page. It made her head spin. But now she knew the truth. Her instincts had been right. She should have never gone to his office. When he came to her door that same evening, she should have slammed it in his face and never looked back. And when he asked her out, she never, ever, ever should have said yes.
On the other hand, none of those things had happened. Not once had she truly told him no or shut him out. She could admit that after meeting him, hearing his voice, being in close proximity to him, resisting his advances was no longer an option. Maybe it was something in his eyes, or the way he talked, or just her own unstoppable attraction, she never could have told him no. And she didn’t really want to.
She also had a better idea of what her brother was so afraid of. That should have bothered her more, but it didn’t.
Tatiana hung her head low in disbelief at her own stupidity. That must have been why he was so tickled when she came to him so brazenly and asked him straight out about her brother. Still not quite believing she’d actually worked up the nerve to go see him in person, the foolishness of her actions could no longer be ignored. No, Pollyanna she wasn’t, but she grudgingly admitted that maybe, just maybe, she had behaved a little too naively. What if he actually was involved with her brother’s mess? Then what?
Nothing much surprised her anymore. This pull she felt toward Conall could not be denied. It was unlike anything she had experienced before. Growing up in her working class neighborhood, she was no stranger to the realities of life. Sometimes things happened. Sometimes, you had to do what was necessary. Good people sometimes had no choice but to do bad things. It didn’t make them evil, it just made them human.
Memories assailed her as she thought about her own secret. No one would ever believe that she was capable of what she had done. And that’s the way it
My Tatiana,
I can’t wait to see you tomorrow evening. Make sure you’re ready for me.
Yours, Conall.
Well, damn. Her knees started shaking. What did that mean? Was there a hidden message in there for her somehow? Was she ready for him? That was the real question and he was right to ask. After he’d left her on Tuesday night, it had taken quite some time to calm her libido. Never before had a man overwhelmed her senses so fast. His voice. Those eyes of his that seemed to reach into her soul. Even his unique smell, a combination of his natural scent and the cologne he wore, had her fiending for a man she had just met. Everything about him was mouth-watering and sexy. Every single memory she had of him served to fuel her nighttime fantasies of the two of them wrapped in each other’s arms. His lovemaking wrenching moan after moan of ecstasy from her lips.
“Well, don’t leave me hanging, Tatiana, who are they from?” Dianne asked with a twinkle in her eyes. Oh no, this was one secret that she was not letting out of the bag.
“Oh, he’s just a friend. Someone I recently met and well, he seems quite determined to get my attention.” Tatiana purposely keeping her response to Dianne vague. There was no way in hell she was telling anyone that Conall O’Shea had sent her flowers.
“Hell, I need to find a friend like that.” The receptionist laughed as Tatiana picked up the crystal vase full of roses and daisies and turned to walk back to her office.
* * * * *
Seated behind her desk again, she knew the right thing to do was call Conall and thank him for the lovely flowers. If she were honest, wanting him had never been in the cards, but now, there was nothing to be done about it. She wanted—needed—to see this through.
After he’d left her house a few nights ago, she’d spent the rest of that evening and most of Wednesday thinking about everything she knew about him. The stuff that wasn’t on the front of the society page. It made her head spin. But now she knew the truth. Her instincts had been right. She should have never gone to his office. When he came to her door that same evening, she should have slammed it in his face and never looked back. And when he asked her out, she never, ever, ever should have said yes.
On the other hand, none of those things had happened. Not once had she truly told him no or shut him out. She could admit that after meeting him, hearing his voice, being in close proximity to him, resisting his advances was no longer an option. Maybe it was something in his eyes, or the way he talked, or just her own unstoppable attraction, she never could have told him no. And she didn’t really want to.
She also had a better idea of what her brother was so afraid of. That should have bothered her more, but it didn’t.
Tatiana hung her head low in disbelief at her own stupidity. That must have been why he was so tickled when she came to him so brazenly and asked him straight out about her brother. Still not quite believing she’d actually worked up the nerve to go see him in person, the foolishness of her actions could no longer be ignored. No, Pollyanna she wasn’t, but she grudgingly admitted that maybe, just maybe, she had behaved a little too naively. What if he actually was involved with her brother’s mess? Then what?
Nothing much surprised her anymore. This pull she felt toward Conall could not be denied. It was unlike anything she had experienced before. Growing up in her working class neighborhood, she was no stranger to the realities of life. Sometimes things happened. Sometimes, you had to do what was necessary. Good people sometimes had no choice but to do bad things. It didn’t make them evil, it just made them human.
Memories assailed her as she thought about her own secret. No one would ever believe that she was capable of what she had done. And that’s the way it
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