Indecent Danger (Danger Incorporated Book 3) by Olivia Jaymes Page B

living I have no doubt that I’d be much less popular with the ladies.”
    “Not all women are like that.”
    “No, they aren’t and I don’t mean to make it sound like they are. I’ve dated some lovely females in my life. Really smart, funny women who didn’t care about the size of my wallet but there have been more than a few that were quite open about coveting my financial assets.”
    Those women were certifiably crazy. Travis was handsome, sexy, smart, and sweet. His money and success was such a minuscule part of who he was. Born into any other family he would have been good at whatever he’d chosen to do. If he’d been a ditch digger they would have been the best damn holes in the ground anyone had ever laid eyes on.
    “You have a lot more to offer besides your money.”
    Travis tugged on a strand of her hair, sending arrows of arousal straight to her feminine parts.
    “Like what?”
    With a fingernail she traced a pattern on his chest over his t-shirt. “You’re handsome. And smart. Kind of dangerous in negotiations. I actually felt sorry for that guy when we were working on the mine contracts. He wasn’t in your league and he knew it.”
    “I doubt my girlfriends cared much about that. Not too many wanted the details of my work.”
    “You also have a kind heart. You’re close to your family and you’re very charitable. I bet that soup kitchen should have a photo of you on the wall with the words ‘Our Founder’ emblazoned on it even though you’re always pretending the things you do for the community are no big deal. They’re a big deal for the people you help. And let’s not even mention the fact that you saved my life. If it weren’t for you and Jason, Gigi and I would be pushing up daisies. Don’t think I don’t know that.”
    His fingers ran along her jaw and softly traced her lips, setting a thousand butterflies free in her abdomen. “You make me sound like a cross between Santa Claus and James Bond. Believe me, I have a lot of faults. Tons of them.”
    Like she didn’t know. But they seemed insignificant when compared with his positive qualities.
    “I’m your assistant. I’m well aware. You growl until you’ve had your first cup of coffee. You sing off key when the radio’s on in your office. You’re impatient with yourself when you don’t live up to your own expectations and you can get lost in work to the point where you forget about the outside world. You also don’t eat enough vegetables.”
    To her delight Travis threw back his head and laughed. “You’ve been monitoring my diet? That’s going above and beyond, baby. It’s just that junk food tastes so damn good and Brussels sprouts taste like a grilled tennis shoe. Something went wrong in the universe there. But you missed so many other faults.”
    “Like what?”
    “I snore,” he stated with a grin. “Loudly. Like cows stir in pastures miles away. I hope you’re a heavy sleeper.”
    She wasn’t and his intimation that they would soon be sharing a bed made color rise in her cheeks.
    “You might want to see a doctor about that. It can’t be healthy. What else?”
    “I snore because I broke my nose a few times playing football. Not much they can do. Let’s see what else? Oh yeah, I’m a hot water hog. I love taking long showers and I empty the water heater, leaving none for anyone else.”
    That was kind of rude.
    “Do you leave the toilet seat up? That and the hot water thing might be a deal breaker.”
    “After living alone for so long I sure do. Looks like this thing between us is doomed to a fiery death.”
    Except he was wearing a shit eating grin and not a sad face.
    “Looks like it,” Aubrey agreed, trying to hide her own mirth. “Too bad, but now I guess I get to work in your Paris office.”
    “But perhaps I could be persuaded to reform. Or maybe I could give you your own bathroom.”
    Aubrey giggled, delighting in his playfulness after a terrible, awful day. “It sounds like I’d need my own