The Tycoon's Captured Heart by Elizabeth Lennox

been assigned.  Locking the door, she pulled her suitcase out of the closet.  She hadn’t brought much because this was just an overnight stay.  She was due back in New York tomorrow to meet with a new client but she would just take a flight tonight.  She had to get out of here.  There was no way she was going to fly back to New York with Grayson as she’d planned.  She’d just get a flight out tonight and be done with the man!  She couldn’t believe what she’d just heard! 
    All of them thought she was so pathetic that she couldn’t get a man?  Was she that silly about the men she’d dated in the past?  Okay, so none of them had been Grayson, which was really the only reason none of them had worked out.  She compared every man she met to him and all of them came up short.  No man had that special way of looking at her, the way that made her feel all tingly inside.  And special.  Yes, Grayson made her feel special and loved and cherished.  When he touched her, she just wanted to curl up onto his lap and feel his arms wrap around her.  No man had better arms, or a stronger chest, like Grayson. 
    The banging on the door was predictable. 
    “Scarlett, open the door,” Grayson yelled. 
    “Go to hell,” she muttered under her breath, continuing to toss her clothes into the overnight bag. 
    “Scarlett, I know you’re in there.  We’re going to talk.”
    She whipped over to the door, so angry and it wasn’t dissipating by not talking to him.  When she opened it, she found a glaring Grayson on the other side.  “Don’t you ever walk away from me, Scarlett.”  And he stormed into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
    “I’ll walk away any time you’re being an ass!”
    He couldn’t believe she was so angry with him.  Wasn’t he doing exactly what she wanted?  She was looking for a man, he’d help her find a man!  “What?  All I said was that I’d help you find a man to marry!” he threw his arms up into the air, furious that she’d completely misunderstood their conversation.  “Isn’t that what you want?”
    “Yes!  But I don’t want or need your help!” she poked him in the chest. 
    Grayson grabbed that finger poking him and twisted it around her back so that she was pressed against his chest.  “You obviously do need my help.  Otherwise, you’d already be married.”
    She started to wiggle against him, trying to get free but the feeling of his hard body against hers shocked her.  Desire surged through her and all she wanted was for him to bend down and kiss her, to feel those hard, demanding lips, against hers.  No man could kiss like Grayson, she thought.  Every touch was an erotic caress and her eyes almost went cross-eyed just thinking about it. 
    “I don’t need you to find me a man, Grayson,” she said with absolute sincerity. 
    Grayson felt his body hardening with just her touch.  Hell, he was pretty much semi-hard every moment he was in her company now that he knew all the secrets of her body.  Oh hell, there were probably dozens of secrets he still had yet to discover and he couldn’t believe she was looking for another man, thinking of giving another man rights to her perfect, beautiful body when they’d been so amazing together.
    Pulling away, he released her.  “Tell me this guy’s name.  I’ll have him investigated and make sure he’s good enough for you.”
    She stiffened with those words.  “No!  You’re not having him investigated.  And according to you, and all of those other hypocrites back in the dining room, no man is good enough for me.”
    He leaned down, his mind still alert to her scent.  “Scarlett, what’s his name?”
    She crossed her arms over her chest.  “No.”
    He looked down at her bed, realizing what she was doing.  “Why are you packing?  We’re not leaving until tomorrow morning.”
    Scarlett stepped back slightly.  “I’m leaving now.”
    His eyes narrowed.  “You’re not flying back