red lips.
“I can’t believe you’re still working,” she whined.
“I’m sorry, Vanessa. I’ve been so busy with clients today, I forgot about dinner. Will you take a rain check?”
She slinked across the floor and stopped in front of him, her short dress clung to her every curve. “I don’t know. I’m very mad at you.”
“And you have every right to be.”
Within seconds, the lines around her mouth and the corners of her eyes disappeared and a mischievous grin changed her expression. Nick’s hopes of getting out of this mess flew right out the door. As long as he’d known her, only one thing had occupied her mind. Now he’d spend the rest of the evening fighting off her advances.
“I suppose we could have dinner right here. A private room for two. Sounds perfect, doesn’t it?” She practically purred in a low voice.
Groaning, he rubbed his forehead. “Vanessa, I’m too tired for company tonight. Not only that, but I have a lot of work to get done before tomorrow.”
She ran her hands over his chest once before stopping to tease the buttons at his neck. “I won’t take up too much of your time. I promise. I’ll be more help than a hindrance, you’ll see.”
If he didn’t take her out to dinner, she’d continue to hound him. “Fine. Why don’t you run down the street and get some Chinese takeout. I could use your help on a few things. You have done research on the Internet, I’m assuming.”
Her eyes widened. “What? You expect me to help you with your cases?”
“Of course. I just told you I had a lot of work to do, and since you insist on being with me tonight, I figured you wanted to help.” If he could pat himself on the back for thinking up that excuse, he would have.
She huffed and folded her arms across her chest. He tried not to chuckle over her display as he dug in his pocket for a twenty-dollar bill.
“ Here. ” He handed her the money. “Get me the special. It doesn’t matter what it is—I’ll eat anything.”
Her heated glare pierced right through him, and he looked back at her with an arched brow.
“Fine.” She snatched the money from his hand and swung around. The march of her step vibrated on the floor and bounced off the walls. Just before she reached the door, her heel slipped and she stumbled, but she quickly righted herself. Then she lifted her chin and hurried out of the room.
It wasn’t until she slammed the door that Nick allowed himself to laugh out loud. While it didn’t take much to make that woman angry, it’d been a while since he’d seen her this furious.
Nick slid behind the desk, anxious to search the Internet for information about Edward Carlisle. Although Abigail’s death had occurred nearly one hundred years ago, her father was a wealthy man, and there had to be some information on his life and his assets.
Suddenly, a slight breeze crossed Nick’s face and a hint of berries tickled his nose. He saw a white mist swirling through the air. After a few seconds, the mist coalesced into the woman who’d occupied his thoughts all day.
Nick smiled. Unbelievable! She was definitely a ghost. Wouldn’t his mother find this scenario humorous, since he had never believed in her psychic mumbo-jumbo? “Good evening, Miss Carlisle.”
“Good evening. You have made quite an impression today.” Her cheeks darkened as she dropped her gaze to the floor. She walked to the chair across from his desk then sat down, looking perfectly straight and proper. “I cannot believe how many clients you have acquired in such little time.”
It still surprised Nick that he hadn’t called his psychiatrist friend for an appointment yet. But then, Nick was enjoying this momentary breakdown. Even if he had flipped out and wasn’t functioning in the real world, his fantasy was entertaining.
“Yes, I’m quite shocked to think I’ve gotten so many clients, too. At this rate, I’ll have to hire an assistant.”
The pink in her cheeks faded, as did the
“I can’t believe you’re still working,” she whined.
“I’m sorry, Vanessa. I’ve been so busy with clients today, I forgot about dinner. Will you take a rain check?”
She slinked across the floor and stopped in front of him, her short dress clung to her every curve. “I don’t know. I’m very mad at you.”
“And you have every right to be.”
Within seconds, the lines around her mouth and the corners of her eyes disappeared and a mischievous grin changed her expression. Nick’s hopes of getting out of this mess flew right out the door. As long as he’d known her, only one thing had occupied her mind. Now he’d spend the rest of the evening fighting off her advances.
“I suppose we could have dinner right here. A private room for two. Sounds perfect, doesn’t it?” She practically purred in a low voice.
Groaning, he rubbed his forehead. “Vanessa, I’m too tired for company tonight. Not only that, but I have a lot of work to get done before tomorrow.”
She ran her hands over his chest once before stopping to tease the buttons at his neck. “I won’t take up too much of your time. I promise. I’ll be more help than a hindrance, you’ll see.”
If he didn’t take her out to dinner, she’d continue to hound him. “Fine. Why don’t you run down the street and get some Chinese takeout. I could use your help on a few things. You have done research on the Internet, I’m assuming.”
Her eyes widened. “What? You expect me to help you with your cases?”
“Of course. I just told you I had a lot of work to do, and since you insist on being with me tonight, I figured you wanted to help.” If he could pat himself on the back for thinking up that excuse, he would have.
She huffed and folded her arms across her chest. He tried not to chuckle over her display as he dug in his pocket for a twenty-dollar bill.
“ Here. ” He handed her the money. “Get me the special. It doesn’t matter what it is—I’ll eat anything.”
Her heated glare pierced right through him, and he looked back at her with an arched brow.
“Fine.” She snatched the money from his hand and swung around. The march of her step vibrated on the floor and bounced off the walls. Just before she reached the door, her heel slipped and she stumbled, but she quickly righted herself. Then she lifted her chin and hurried out of the room.
It wasn’t until she slammed the door that Nick allowed himself to laugh out loud. While it didn’t take much to make that woman angry, it’d been a while since he’d seen her this furious.
Nick slid behind the desk, anxious to search the Internet for information about Edward Carlisle. Although Abigail’s death had occurred nearly one hundred years ago, her father was a wealthy man, and there had to be some information on his life and his assets.
Suddenly, a slight breeze crossed Nick’s face and a hint of berries tickled his nose. He saw a white mist swirling through the air. After a few seconds, the mist coalesced into the woman who’d occupied his thoughts all day.
Nick smiled. Unbelievable! She was definitely a ghost. Wouldn’t his mother find this scenario humorous, since he had never believed in her psychic mumbo-jumbo? “Good evening, Miss Carlisle.”
“Good evening. You have made quite an impression today.” Her cheeks darkened as she dropped her gaze to the floor. She walked to the chair across from his desk then sat down, looking perfectly straight and proper. “I cannot believe how many clients you have acquired in such little time.”
It still surprised Nick that he hadn’t called his psychiatrist friend for an appointment yet. But then, Nick was enjoying this momentary breakdown. Even if he had flipped out and wasn’t functioning in the real world, his fantasy was entertaining.
“Yes, I’m quite shocked to think I’ve gotten so many clients, too. At this rate, I’ll have to hire an assistant.”
The pink in her cheeks faded, as did the
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