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“Because. It’s mind games.”
“Who’s playing mind games?”
“Well…” Be careful what you say, Blue.
“Miss Monroe, life is stressful as it is. Work can be even more so. Our motto here at Romero Winery and Vineyard is ‘work hard, play harder.’”
“Of course.” Blue pulled out her notepad and began taking notes. “I’ve read about your philosophies.”
“And you’ve probably heard that as many as ninety-nine percent of doctors' visits stem from stress-related illnesses.”
Blue swallowed hard. “Yes.”
“Having a sense of humor is not just the ability to tell jokes, but the ability to take a joke.” Zack’s expression melted into a warm smile.
Blue smiled, sheepishly. “Sorry.” It was then she remembered not long ago seeing and hearing the vineyard workers cheerfully having fun while pruning the vines. They even enjoyed a laughter session. It was refreshing to see a highly-energized, positive work environment. She had experiences at her job at Channel 31 News as anything but cheerful and positive. There was a whole lot of backbiting, backstabbing and backbreaking work going on there. She loved reporting and worked with some fine co-workers but all it took was a few sour grapes to spoil what could otherwise be a healthy work environment. There didn’t seem to be any workplace politics going on at Romero Winery and Vineyard. None that she could sense, anyway. That in and of itself spoke volumes about their boss, Zack Romero.
“No need to be apologetic. I noticed how stressed out you appeared when you got out of your car today.”
“You were watching me?” Blue looked out at the window to Zack's left and could see her parked car not far across the lawn in full view. Of course, he had a clear view from his office. And he must have noticed that she was fiddling with her skirt that kept riding up when she moved the first day she arrived to work there a few weeks ago. Oh, heavens!
“When my staffers…and contractors, come to work here, I like positive energy. We give it and we expect it. Negativity breeds illness and we want our crops to flourish, and most importantly, our valuable employees to do so as well.”
“I like that,” she said. Feeling more foolish than before. There she was thinking, wishfully thinking, that he was making a pass at her when in fact he was just trying to get her to lighten up. He probably read her anxiety-ridden body language. Oh, God!
“I trust that you’ve tasted Romero Wine by now?” he arched a brow, flirtatiously.
Oh, God! Would I ever love to taste your wine. Blue had heard of Zack Romero’s reputation with women. The man had a commanding presence, a killer body and charm to die for. She could imagine what a sexy lover he would be underneath the silky sheets.
“Well, no. Well, yes.”
“Oh?” A grin played across Zack's lips. “Which is it, Miss Monroe?”
“Sorry, I’m just…” a bit flustered right now. I can’t even think in your presence for some bizarre reason.
He pressed a button on his intercom system. “Yes, sir?” The bodiless voice sounded on the other end.
“Please bring the Merlot, 1976.”
“Yes, sir. Right away, sir.”
“We have a wine tasting room as you know but for the moment I’m going to improvise.”
Blue’s heart hammered in her chest. Was Mr. Zack Romero about to do what she thought he was about to do?
“I’m going to give you a lesson, Miss Monroe.” A smirk curled his sinfully sexy lips.
“A lesson?”
“Yes. I’m going to give you a lesson on how to taste a Romero.”
Heat rushed to the soft flesh between her legs. What did he just say?
“I’m going to show you how to capture the true essence of Romero Winery,” he continued, grinning slightly. His dark sexy gaze burned into her. “It is an important aspect of working here that you fully appreciate all that we are. Our taste is our business.” His eyes drifted to her lips and she subconsciously licked them.
Taste? Your business?
Blue swallowed hard. Girl, you’ve handled politicians, gangsters, protesters and dangerous weather conditions as a reporter. You can handle Zack Romero. Alone.
