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“I don’t want you to worry,” she told him as they each picked up their forks. “I plan on doing the company work during the day and planning the wedding and researching the honeymoon in the evenings.”
“I’m not worried. I know you’re a genius at multitasking.”
The flaky fish fell apart in her mouth and she tried her best not to groan. “This is amazing.”
“Yes, it is.”
At the low, sultry tone, Abby glanced up to see Cade’s eyes directly on hers…not a bit of food in his mouth.
Was the romantic ambience making him see her in a different light? Not just in a sexual way, but in a way that tugged at his heart?
She swallowed. “I have your itinerary for the next few days, but I left it up in my room. I didn’t really want to discuss business tonight.”
There. She’d planted a seed. No matter how minute, she wanted him to know that she was a woman, not just an assistant. Hence the flowy dress, the tousled hair, the hint of makeup.
Even though Cade didn’t believe in love, wasn’t even looking for it, that didn’t negate the fact that he was a man. Surely he could appreciate the different look she’d attempted to achieve.
Oh, who was she kidding? She was pleased with her appearance. She’d taken great care in putting together precisely the perfect beach look. Granted she wasn’t supermodel thin or tall like so many of the women Cade had had draped over his arm the past several months, nor did Abby resemble Mona and all her natural beauty. But Abby knew, with her curves and all, that she was not unattractive.
That wasn’t being vain, she just wasn’t one of those women who always talked about how ugly they were just to get compliments. But she was realistic and she knew she paled in comparison to Mona.
“Just what did you intend to discuss?” Cade asked.
As if right on cue, the harpist she’d hired began to play off in the distance.
“Couples on their honeymoon don’t have to discuss anything.” Abby came to her feet and pulled her wooden white chair around the small table and sat down right next to Cade. “They just feel.”
She unveiled the chocolate truffle and slid a clean fork into the thick delicacy. When she held the bite in front of Cade’s lips, he merely stared at her. Not backing down, Abby quirked a brow.
He opened his mouth, slid his lips around the fork and took the bite she offered. Her own mouth had gone dry and she could only hope this was the first of many things she offered that he accepted.
A dollop of chocolate lingered on his top lip, but Abby refrained from swiping it off. This was only the first stage of her seduction plan; she had to move slowly. After all, as of right now, she knew Cade only thought of her as his assistant.
His tongue darted out, cleaning his lip, and she was sorry he had taken away the slight imperfection. For just that brief moment, he had seemed more human, more approachable—more on her level.
“Are you going to eat any?” he asked, his voice husky.
“Are you kidding? I’m not letting this go to waste.”
He smiled, took the fork from her and proceeded to feed her a bite. Abby opened her mouth, keeping her eyes on his.
Could this moment be any more perfect? Soft, soothing music behind them, one of the sexiest, most powerful men in the world feeding her the most decadent dessert…ah, yes, she wanted to freeze this moment in time. Or, at least file away this euphoric feeling for the days when she needed a pick-me-up.
Cade’s eyes widened, then turned to slits as he watched her take the bite. Abby wanted desperately to know what he was thinking. Was his mind on business or was it possible he was enjoying the moment? She so hoped she had the ability to distract him—even if only for a short time.
A soft breeze caused her hair to tickle her shoulder. She slid her hands through the messy strands and lifted them off her neck. Now Cade’s eyes lowered toward her breasts and she couldn’t help but wish he’d say something, do something.
Desire definitely ignited in his heated gaze.
She knew the look of desire when she saw it, but she didn’t just want Cade to find her sexy or attractive, though that was a nice place to start. She wanted him to want to put a ring on her finger and believe in everything that simple band stood for.
She wanted him to see that love did exist and was within his reach.
Man, did she have her work cut out for her or what?
Abby let her hair fall down her back and came to her feet. “Let’s take a walk,” she said, holding her hand out for him to take.
When he slid his warm, strong hand in hers and rose from his chair, she wanted to proclaim a victory. She’d never touched his hands. Well, not palm to palm. Brushing fingers accidentally while handing over documents didn’t count, either.
