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And she was not disappointed. The Paris show was the most spectacular she’d ever seen, even more breathtaking than the one she’d been involved in, the one that had led to her meeting her boss who now sat by her side. She’d been given a place of honor, the seat right next to Reed, a place she wished she could have for the rest of her life.
But that thought was for another place, another time. Shaking her head to clear her wayward thoughts, she turned her attention back to the display of tall, lanky models strutting and posing on the runway.
Long after the show was done the celebration continued in Reed’s penthouse suite in the Shangri-La. He’d invited all the staff members to celebrate, Golden included.
“Had fun at the show?”
Golden turned to see Michael, the new show director, holding two glasses of champagne. He handed one to her.
“Yes,” she said, “it was wonderful. I’m sure all the buyers were impressed. I know I was.” She meant every word.
Michael, looking pleased with her praise, raised his glass. “Cheers,” he said, “to success. And much more to come.”
She laughed and raised her glass to touch his then brought it to her lips. As she sipped she was still smiling, her eyes flitting over Michael’s fashionably shaggy blond head to something that was drawing her gaze like a magnet.
And that was when she saw Reed, so handsome in his stark-white suit, his blue eyes piercing in their intensity. Even from across the room Golden could feel the heat of his gaze. It was like he was seeing no-one else but her. Suddenly feeling self-conscious, she blushed and lowered her gaze.
For the rest of the night as she wandered around the suite, conversing with her co-workers, members of the media and Reed’s guests, Golden was hardly aware of anything else but Reed. How she wished the crowd would disappear, leaving them alone, just the two of them. Only then could Reed grant her wish. She wanted him to kiss her again.
The gods must have been on Golden’s side. As if by some unseen signal the guests began to filter out. Not all in a rush, of course, but a couple left first and then a lone staff member and then a group of four. The media personnel began gathering up their equipment and then they began saying their goodbyes and heading out, too.
Golden’s eyes flew to Reed. Did he have something to do with this or was she just imagining things?
Glancing at her watch she saw that it was already eight minutes after eleven o’clock. Well, no wonder everyone was leaving. It was late and they’d be heading back to England the next morning. As much as she wanted to stay she’d better follow the example of the others and head back to her hotel room.
Feeling deflated that the evening had come to an end she walked over to where Reed stood talking with his marketing director. “Excuse me,” she said, giving the director an apologetic smile then turning to Reed, “I just wanted to say goodnight.”
“You’re not leaving yet.” It wasn’t a question but a statement.
Golden raised her eyebrows. “Well, I...”
“I need to discuss something with you. Can you hold on for just a few minutes?” He didn’t wait for her answer but turned to the man standing beside him. “Dan, can you excuse me? We can finish our talk tomorrow.”
“Sure, no problem. Tomorrow’s good.” He bid Golden goodnight and as he turned to leave he called out to Ben and Stacey, two members of his team who were still lounging in front of the television, deep in conversation. “Let’s go, chaps. Time to scoot. We’ve got to get up with the sun.”
After Dan had left, taking the last two guests with him, Golden turned to face Reed. “What was it you wanted to discuss?” she asked, the pace of her heart quickening, hope rising inside. Did he want to discuss business or did he just want to see her? She hoped it was the latter.
“Why don’t you make yourself comfortable?” he asked, waving her over to the gigantic couch facing the wall-sized television screen. “What would you like? Wine? More champagne?”
“I don’t think I should have anything else,” she said. “I already had a whole glass of champagne and I might get dizzy.”
Reed only laughed. “You’re not driving. You’ll be all right. I’ll get you something.”
He turned, leaving her standing in the middle of the room. There was nothing left to do but go and sit in the couch as he’d instructed.
When Reed returned he was carrying two glasses of white wine. He sank down onto the couch and held one of the glasses out to her. “Here you go,” he said. “This will calm your nerves.”
She took it from him. “How did you know?” He must have seen her agitation even while he was so calm and collected. Gratefully, she took a sip. Right now she needed her wits about her and if this would help, she would gladly partake.
He smiled, not drinking, just watching her. “I know you,” he said softly, “and I know exactly what you need right now.”
Golden clutched the stem of her glass as she stared back at him. “You do?”
“I do,” he said with a chuckle then reached out to take the glass from her nerveless fingers. “Right now what you want is to be kissed.” He smiled and it was a slow, seductive smile. “And I’m the perfect man to fulfill your desire.”
Reed deposited the wine glasses on the coffee table then leaned over to curve his arm around Golden’s shoulder, pulling her into his embrace. He bent his head, his breath warm against her cheek then his lips traced a path across to her ear where he began to nibble at the lobe.
Golden gasped, the sensation so stirring, the teasing so tantalizing that she couldn’t help but respond. Hardly knowing what she was doing she slid a trembling hand over the silky fabric of his shirt, feeling the hard pectoral muscles beneath her fingers, reaching up until she was clinging to his strong shoulder.
As if in answer to her unspoken prayer Reed let his lips slide back to her mouth where he kissed her with such ardor that when he finally drew back she was left breathless and panting in his arms.
“I want you, Golden.” His voice was a hoarse whisper as he gazed down at her. “So bad, you would never imagine.”
She lifted her head and looked deep into his eyes. “And I want you,” she dared to whisper.
With a groan that sounded like frustration he lowered his head again but this time it was to kiss her cheeks, the column of her neck and to her shock and gratitude, the tops of her breasts exposed by the V neckline of her dress.
Instantly her nipples hardened and instinctively she reached up to pull him into her, clutching the back of his head, pressing him against her. Oh goodness, she wanted more. So much more. There was a tension building inside and she felt she would die if she didn’t find release.
And then, even as her heart pumped like it was nearing the finish line, he made it race even faster when he slid his lips down across the mounds of her breasts, closer and closer to that so sensitive part of her. Her sensitive buds stood at attention, aching in anticipation of his kiss. It was a sensation she’d never known before but she wanted it. She wanted him. She could not wait a moment longer.
At the thought of his lips on her nipples her mouth went dry and another more intimate part suddenly grew moist. She gasped at this other shock, another startling reaction by her body in response to his touch.
Golden moaned and slid lower in the couch, tilting her body back to grant him greater access. It was like she could not get enough of Reed’s caress.
She was lost, over the crest of the hill and there was no turning back. She didn’t want to. Tonight she would let the man of her dreams, Reed Davidoff, make a real woman of her.
Eyes closed tight she waited for him to tug at her dress, pulling the top down that one last inch, exposing her fully to his gaze. She waited. And waited. And then she felt him pull back. Then he was straightening the top of her dress and sliding the spaghetti strap back onto her shoulder.
Her eyes snapped back open. “What’s wrong?” Heart sinking, she searched his face. “Did I...do something wrong?”
He shook his head as he turned away from her. “Not you,” he said. “It’s me. I can’t do this. I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
“But you’re not,” she protested. “I want this, just as much as you do.” She reached out to touch him on the arm. “Please, Reed. Don’t stop now.”
He looked at her then, his eyes flashing with fiery emotion. “I won’t do it, Golden. Not like this.”
She could see that he was resolute. No amount of pleading would make him change his mind. Slowly, she drew her hand away. “Then maybe you’ll do it,” she said softly, “under other circumstances.”
She reached for him again but this time it was to take his hand in hers. “Reed Davidoff, would you do me the honor of being my husband?”
CHAPTER TWENTY
Shock shooting through him, Reed jerked his hand from Golden’s grasp, his jaw slack as he stared at her. “What did you say?” He could only imagine that his ears must be playing tricks on his.
