business.”
Carrie spoke with sarcasm. “I never would have guessed.”
“Surely you don’t want to talk about me.” Matthew gave her a warm look. “I’d much rather talk about you.”
Here it was again. A hint of mystery. A man of many secrets. “What kind of business?”
He leaned closer. “I like looking at you.”
The timbre of his voice and his intense stare created a fluttering in her middle, a unique sensation totally alien to her. Carrie tried to read his eyes. Her body flushed hot as though he looked inside her, seeing her intimacies. As if they shared a closeness of beliefs and convictions.
“I know you’re an intelligent woman, Carrie. You’re business savvy. I could ask you about your hobbies, or we could skip all the chitchat. If you say nothing at all, I would sit here and look at you and be perfectly content. My fate was sealed when I saw you running for that cab.”
Carrie was about to laugh off his remark when his words penetrated. Her body stilled. Her eyes narrowed. “You saw me running. You saw me heading for that cab?”
He smiled. “Yes. I did.”
Surely the devil had a smile just like that. “So you intentionally came after me.”
“Oh, yes.”
I should have known.
No chance meeting. He’d followed her. Why? “And here I thought we just happened to grab the same taxi.”
He smiled like the villain who tied the damsel on the train tracks, but damn if she didn’t suddenly have the urge to be the damsel. I’ve been hanging around Ginger too long.
“What man in his right mind would see a beautiful goddess run by him and let her get away?”
Good Lord, what a line.
“Some goddess. I was soaked to the skin.”
Smoky eyes flamed as his gaze drifted down to her breasts, reminding her of puckered nipples. Heat slammed her center threatening to pucker them again. She cleared her throat, jerking his eyes to hers.
“Um, yes. Wet clothes reveal much.” He took a sip of his champagne. “But, I saw you before that.”
Curiosity replaced Carrie’s testiness. “Before?”
“Inside the terminal.”
She raised one eyebrow. “Hmmm. You don’t impress me as a stalker.”
“But I do impress you?”
It was impossible not to be swayed by his charm. “I’d say you made . . . quite an impression.” Carrie’s livelihood depended on her accurate assessment of people and she could read men pretty well. Matthew tested her limits.
The food arrived and Carrie studied him between bites. More than easy on the eyes and a voice she could listen to forever. Still, she needed to know more about him. “You haven’t answered my question. What kind of business trip?”
Matthew’s eyes locked with hers. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”
“Not a chance. Unless, it’s confidential? You don’t have to tell me if it’s private.”
He folded his napkin and placed it beside his dessert dish. “It’s a business merger. Not exactly top-secret. I’d just rather not talk business. Especially, when I’m with a beautiful woman.”
Carrie would guess he didn’t want to talk about himself either. Too bad. “Okay. What about you, the man?”
“How about we talk about you? Boyfriend? No husband, I hope!”
Carrie chuckled. “Now’s a good time to ask. No. No husband or significant man in my life.”
“Hmmm. And why is that? Your career?”
“My career is my life, up to a point. It’s not the reason I don’t currently have a relationship. What about you?”
“Definitely not married. Although my sisters have plagued my life with constant matchmaking schemes. I’m afraid I had to be rather firm in telling them to ‘butt out’.” Taking her hand, he drew her attention as if he needed her to hear his next words. “I have no significant other, girlfriend, or any female companion. I’m completely unattached.”
Carrie’s chin lifted and her muscles relaxed. Her mind floated as though she’d just been relieved of a heavy burden. She wondered why she should
Carrie spoke with sarcasm. “I never would have guessed.”
“Surely you don’t want to talk about me.” Matthew gave her a warm look. “I’d much rather talk about you.”
Here it was again. A hint of mystery. A man of many secrets. “What kind of business?”
He leaned closer. “I like looking at you.”
The timbre of his voice and his intense stare created a fluttering in her middle, a unique sensation totally alien to her. Carrie tried to read his eyes. Her body flushed hot as though he looked inside her, seeing her intimacies. As if they shared a closeness of beliefs and convictions.
“I know you’re an intelligent woman, Carrie. You’re business savvy. I could ask you about your hobbies, or we could skip all the chitchat. If you say nothing at all, I would sit here and look at you and be perfectly content. My fate was sealed when I saw you running for that cab.”
Carrie was about to laugh off his remark when his words penetrated. Her body stilled. Her eyes narrowed. “You saw me running. You saw me heading for that cab?”
He smiled. “Yes. I did.”
Surely the devil had a smile just like that. “So you intentionally came after me.”
“Oh, yes.”
I should have known.
No chance meeting. He’d followed her. Why? “And here I thought we just happened to grab the same taxi.”
He smiled like the villain who tied the damsel on the train tracks, but damn if she didn’t suddenly have the urge to be the damsel. I’ve been hanging around Ginger too long.
“What man in his right mind would see a beautiful goddess run by him and let her get away?”
Good Lord, what a line.
“Some goddess. I was soaked to the skin.”
Smoky eyes flamed as his gaze drifted down to her breasts, reminding her of puckered nipples. Heat slammed her center threatening to pucker them again. She cleared her throat, jerking his eyes to hers.
“Um, yes. Wet clothes reveal much.” He took a sip of his champagne. “But, I saw you before that.”
Curiosity replaced Carrie’s testiness. “Before?”
“Inside the terminal.”
She raised one eyebrow. “Hmmm. You don’t impress me as a stalker.”
“But I do impress you?”
It was impossible not to be swayed by his charm. “I’d say you made . . . quite an impression.” Carrie’s livelihood depended on her accurate assessment of people and she could read men pretty well. Matthew tested her limits.
The food arrived and Carrie studied him between bites. More than easy on the eyes and a voice she could listen to forever. Still, she needed to know more about him. “You haven’t answered my question. What kind of business trip?”
Matthew’s eyes locked with hers. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”
“Not a chance. Unless, it’s confidential? You don’t have to tell me if it’s private.”
He folded his napkin and placed it beside his dessert dish. “It’s a business merger. Not exactly top-secret. I’d just rather not talk business. Especially, when I’m with a beautiful woman.”
Carrie would guess he didn’t want to talk about himself either. Too bad. “Okay. What about you, the man?”
“How about we talk about you? Boyfriend? No husband, I hope!”
Carrie chuckled. “Now’s a good time to ask. No. No husband or significant man in my life.”
“Hmmm. And why is that? Your career?”
“My career is my life, up to a point. It’s not the reason I don’t currently have a relationship. What about you?”
“Definitely not married. Although my sisters have plagued my life with constant matchmaking schemes. I’m afraid I had to be rather firm in telling them to ‘butt out’.” Taking her hand, he drew her attention as if he needed her to hear his next words. “I have no significant other, girlfriend, or any female companion. I’m completely unattached.”
Carrie’s chin lifted and her muscles relaxed. Her mind floated as though she’d just been relieved of a heavy burden. She wondered why she should
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