Andre’s low chuckle and slowly walked around the table until he had a clear view of her. For her plan to work, she needed him to get the full effect. She’d heard European men were more accepting of voluptuous figures and she prayed Andre Lavin was one of them.
“I don’t have any elaborate design boards or catchy phrases but I think I bring something even better to the table. I’m a woman who knows what men want.”
“Is that so? What is it you think men want, Ms. Taylor?” Andre leaned back in his chair casually but the hard edge in his eyes told her he was interested.
“Mr. Lavin, the ultimate reason you want a new campaign is to get men to remember your name and equate it with what they want which, like Mr. Hamilton said, is mainly luxury, power and class. However Mr. Hamilton forgot one very important thing on the list of what men want.”
“What is that, bella ? Do not keep me in suspense.” Andre leaned over the table and pinned her with his eyes.
She quickly shed her suit jacket until she stood in just a sleeveless silk blouse and skirt. James gasped but Mya ignored him as she pulled the dress shirt on over her clothes and pulled the pins from her hair. She shook it out until her curls tumbled over her shoulders in a chocolate cloud. She stalked over to Andre and hopped up on the table in front of him.
“It’s what every man will think of when he sees the ad I design for you. An ad featuring a woman wearing a LaVin shirt instead of a man.” She leaned over so her hair fell across her face, partially shielding them from the view of everyone else at the table. “Tell me, if you saw an ad with me wearing this shirt, would you want to buy it?”
Andre leaned forward as if to touch her hair, but pulled his hand back at the last minute. “ Cara , if I saw you wearing this shirt, I’d buy anything you wanted me to.”
Mya hopped down and carefully re twisted her hair into a casual bun. “I apologize that I wasn’t able to do a mock up for you, but my idea is so unique that we don’t have any stock photos of women wearing men’s clothes.”
“That’s quite all right. Your presentation style is most effective.” Andre watched her with his stormy eyes, his hand on top of the table curled into a fist. Mya snuck a glance at Milo. His jaw twitched but he didn’t lift his eyes from his lap.
“The goal of my advertising plan isn’t just to communicate that men who wear your line have the best clothes but that LaVin men have the best of everything. Luxury, power, class and sex. I call it the ‘everything’ campaign.” She quickly hung the shirt back on the rack as everyone clapped.
She had nailed it. Andre wanted her and he wanted her idea. There was no way to know which designer he would choose but at least Milo had something to worry about. She sat next to Milo triumphantly but he didn’t look her way, just stared at his hands. The only evidence of his feelings was the bulging vein in his forehead. Oh man, he was pissed at her.
“Who’s in over their head now?”
Keep reading for an excerpt from Casey’s Night In (The Mirage Agency Book 1.5) , the prequel to Book 2, Asking for Andre .
Excerpt of Casey's Night In
CHAPTER 1
Casey flopped down on her overstuffed couch and blew her bangs out of her eyes. It had been a hell of a day. She was ready to sit back, relax and do what she’d been thinking about since lunchtime.
She leaned over and pulled the shiny new magazine from her purse. She placed it gently on her lap and stroked a finger down the crisp uncreased page. She’d passed the magazine on the store rack while buying a sandwich at lunchtime and had been powerless to resist buying it. After a quick glance at the table of contents, she flipped it open to page thirty-six. A pair of brilliant gray eyes stared back at her. The same eyes that haunted her every night while she slept.
Andre Lavin .
Fashion Designer Extraordinaire. Italian Bad Boy. Multimillionaire. The article’s headline was
“I don’t have any elaborate design boards or catchy phrases but I think I bring something even better to the table. I’m a woman who knows what men want.”
“Is that so? What is it you think men want, Ms. Taylor?” Andre leaned back in his chair casually but the hard edge in his eyes told her he was interested.
“Mr. Lavin, the ultimate reason you want a new campaign is to get men to remember your name and equate it with what they want which, like Mr. Hamilton said, is mainly luxury, power and class. However Mr. Hamilton forgot one very important thing on the list of what men want.”
“What is that, bella ? Do not keep me in suspense.” Andre leaned over the table and pinned her with his eyes.
She quickly shed her suit jacket until she stood in just a sleeveless silk blouse and skirt. James gasped but Mya ignored him as she pulled the dress shirt on over her clothes and pulled the pins from her hair. She shook it out until her curls tumbled over her shoulders in a chocolate cloud. She stalked over to Andre and hopped up on the table in front of him.
“It’s what every man will think of when he sees the ad I design for you. An ad featuring a woman wearing a LaVin shirt instead of a man.” She leaned over so her hair fell across her face, partially shielding them from the view of everyone else at the table. “Tell me, if you saw an ad with me wearing this shirt, would you want to buy it?”
Andre leaned forward as if to touch her hair, but pulled his hand back at the last minute. “ Cara , if I saw you wearing this shirt, I’d buy anything you wanted me to.”
Mya hopped down and carefully re twisted her hair into a casual bun. “I apologize that I wasn’t able to do a mock up for you, but my idea is so unique that we don’t have any stock photos of women wearing men’s clothes.”
“That’s quite all right. Your presentation style is most effective.” Andre watched her with his stormy eyes, his hand on top of the table curled into a fist. Mya snuck a glance at Milo. His jaw twitched but he didn’t lift his eyes from his lap.
“The goal of my advertising plan isn’t just to communicate that men who wear your line have the best clothes but that LaVin men have the best of everything. Luxury, power, class and sex. I call it the ‘everything’ campaign.” She quickly hung the shirt back on the rack as everyone clapped.
She had nailed it. Andre wanted her and he wanted her idea. There was no way to know which designer he would choose but at least Milo had something to worry about. She sat next to Milo triumphantly but he didn’t look her way, just stared at his hands. The only evidence of his feelings was the bulging vein in his forehead. Oh man, he was pissed at her.
“Who’s in over their head now?”
Keep reading for an excerpt from Casey’s Night In (The Mirage Agency Book 1.5) , the prequel to Book 2, Asking for Andre .
Excerpt of Casey's Night In
CHAPTER 1
Casey flopped down on her overstuffed couch and blew her bangs out of her eyes. It had been a hell of a day. She was ready to sit back, relax and do what she’d been thinking about since lunchtime.
She leaned over and pulled the shiny new magazine from her purse. She placed it gently on her lap and stroked a finger down the crisp uncreased page. She’d passed the magazine on the store rack while buying a sandwich at lunchtime and had been powerless to resist buying it. After a quick glance at the table of contents, she flipped it open to page thirty-six. A pair of brilliant gray eyes stared back at her. The same eyes that haunted her every night while she slept.
Andre Lavin .
Fashion Designer Extraordinaire. Italian Bad Boy. Multimillionaire. The article’s headline was
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