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It’s done? What the hell did that mean?
RICHARDSGREY: I know you want this.
designgirl78: I was hoping we could forget the whole thing.
RICHARDSGREY: We’re doing dinner tomorrow.
A second screen popped up.
MADONNAFAN123: Toni, are you there?
designgirl78: Hey, Louisa.
And to Grey . . .
designgirl78: Dinner?
RICHARDSGREY: I promised to introduce you. So I will.
designgirl78: But that was before.
RICHARDSGREY: We’re doing dinner.
designgirl78: What FOR?
RICHARDSGREY: Trust me.
Louisa’s window turned orange.
MADONNAFAN123: So where are you going this weekend?
designgirl78: I don’t know—is Grey kidnapping me?
MADONNAFAN123: He just said to rearrange his meetings. Mr. Solis’s site visits, too.
Toni felt the blood leave her face. A weekend to where? And dinner!
She clicked the mouse and brought up Grey’s window. She tapped a finger. Dinner. Was he testing her?
Of course he was.
He was cunning, he was ruthless, and he was Grey Richards.
She wanted to tell him to take his dinner and shove it up his beh
ind, and at the same time, she wanted to storm into whatever restaurant they were going to, ignore that presumptuous handsome bastard Heath Solis, and prove to Grey he had nothing to be concerned about.
Did he feel he couldn’t trust her?
Dread spread through her at the thought. Because she trusted him in a way she’d never trusted a soul.
Not because of his MBA from Stanford, his ruthless business instincts, the empire he’d built almost single-handedly, or his knack for accomplishing anything he set his mind to. Not because when he opted to turn on the charm, he could very possibly negotiate world peace, but because he was fair and intelligent and amazing.
With him, she’d discovered herself. Plus a world she hadn’t known existed until Grey.
She’d never known sex could be so pleasurable, that she could feel so desirable, so comfortable with herself, her body. All her reservations and fears seemed to be ebbing away, spurred on by Grey’s blatant, overwhelming desire for her. But when did you stop exploring? When was enough sex enough?
This puzzling, powerful attraction to the fascinating Heath. Where in the world had it come from?
