On the Move by Pamela Britton Page A

had she been peering over a pair of spectacles.
    “Well, I suppose so,” Brandon echoed. He gave the woman a smile that Vicky felt certain was meant to charm the lady, but it didn’t.
    This, Vicky decided, might turn out to be interesting.
    “I’ve never had a PR rep that looked…” It was obvious Brandon searched for words that would flatter the woman. Equally obvious was that he couldn’t seem to locate any. Vicky almost laughed.
    “Old,” Mrs. Parsons finished with a tight smile.
    “I was going to say seasoned, ” Brandon said with another grin.
    “Mrs. Parsons has been with Knight Enterprises for nearly thirty years,” Mr. Knight said. “She’s been head of publicity for years. You should consider yourself fortunate that she agreed to take you on as a…” Now it was Mr. Knight’s turn to search for words. “Special project. You couldn’t ask for a better media liaison.”
    “I see,” Brandon said.
    Two seconds later, the meeting drew to a close. Brandon was given his schedule for the next week and Vicky noticed he was due to race that weekend which meant she’d be attending her first NASCAR event.
    “I expect to see you at the track on Friday,” Mr. Knight said, looking no less stern than he had at the beginning of the meeting.
    “Aye, aye, Captain,” Brandon said, giving his boss a mock salute that caused Mr. Knight and Ms. Parsons’s eyes to narrow.
    “Come on,” Vicky said, grabbing Brandon’s arm before he could say another word. “Thank you, Mr. Knight, Ms. Parsons, for your time.” She marched her client out of the room like a mother with an unruly child.
    “Well,” Brandon said after they’d left the room. “That went well, don’t you think?”
    “Um, yeah,” Vicky muttered, letting go of his arm. “After you settled down.” He had really warm skin. It made her fingers tingle.
    “Can you believe the uptight biddy they hired as my PR rep?” he said with a glance back at the conference room.
    “Something tells me that ‘uptight biddy’ will be good for you.”
    “Yeah, but she sure doesn’t look like any PR rep I’ve ever seen before.” He shivered theatrically.
    Yeah, well, here was further proof that Mr. Knight was a smart man. She wondered if Brandon had a reputation for trying to seduce the women he worked with. That would explain his “sexy voice” remark to her earlier and his “I want you” comment. Obviously, it was impossible for the man to look at a woman—any woman—and not think of sex. Ergo: Ms. Parsons.
    “Look, Brandon,” she said. “I’d really like to go over some things before the race this weekend. And we should probably finish reviewing your entire contract, since it appears as if you didn’t read it. Also, I’d like to go over how you want our relationship to work.”
    They’d crossed the courtyard and reached Brandon’s fancy car, the red paint nearly blinding her it was so bright outside. “I’ll be moving down here temporarily,” she added. “And so I’d like to know what you expect of me. In turn, I’d like to give you a list of what I expect of you. ”
    “I told you what I expect of you,” he said, his car chirping as he pressed the unlock button.
    “And what was that?”
    “Sex.”
    “Very funny,” she said. It was really strange because for a second or two she’d actually felt a little bit hurt that he was back to teasing her again.
    “I’m not trying to be funny. I’m serious.”
    “And that’s first on my list of things I expect from you. I’m not going to tolerate being the butt of your jokes anymore, so stop playing with me.”
    He crossed around the front of his car. “Honey,” he drawled, “when I’m playing with you, you’ll know it.”
    How did he do it? How did he make her cheeks erupt like barbecue briquettes? She might vow to stop lusting after him, but lord help her, it was damn hard when she came face-to-face with his potent male charms.
    “Quit,” she said, turning back to his car.