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She filled me in briefly before commiserating with me about my latest letter from Matt’s fucking lawyer.
I took a moment to look up the origin of the nameLiamon my phone while Vivienne and I shared a plate of lasagna.Strong-willed warrior——it seemed to fit him.
After dinner, I begged off early. A warm, soft bed was calling me. And I already knew who I’d be thinking about as my head hit the pillow: a tall, dark, and handsome strong-willed warrior.
Chapter 8
Liam
We needed——Ineeded——this deal with Tiffany’s to come together. It seemed such a natural fit. If I could persuade them that they’d have enough autonomy to suit them, perhaps they would see it as well.
Veronica popped her head in the door of my office. “Reception called to say Miss Hudson is on her way up.”
“Ms. Hudson,” I corrected her.
Veronica rolled her eyes. “I stand corrected.”
A few minutes later, I rose as Veronica escorted Amy into my office. She was dressed in a blue business suit with a not-too-short skirt and a light pink blouse, her dark hair up in a French twist——the epitome of a successful businesswoman.
I rounded my desk quickly to shake her hand. “Thank you for agreeing to meet me again.” The warmth of her touch brought back memories of our evening together. I pushed those aside. “You look lovely again today.”
An instant blush filled her cheeks. She nodded. “Thank you. A very nice office you have here, Mr. Quigley.” She looked out through the window at the view.
“Liam, please. I insist.”
She nodded. “Okay, Liam. What am I here to discuss?”
I guided her to a seat on the couch. “Your company, of course.” I took the chair opposite her.
She tucked her skirt under her crossed legs. She was delectable.
Averting my eyes, I suppressed the urge to join her on the couch and take up where we had left off the other evening. This meeting needed to be all business. I couldn't let my concentration waiver.
Her eyes narrowed.
This was where it got tricky. “I thought we might talk a little further about your objectives for Tiffany's, and how we might work together to meet both our goals.”
“If that's code for ‘you want to take my business away from me’, the answer is still no.”
She wasn't going to make this easy.
“It’s not code for anything, Amy. Just tell me more about what you and Samantha would like to accomplish.”
She cocked her head, and her eyes appraised me cautiously. “It's very simple. We started the company with the mission of creating the best possible chocolates and candies we could with only the best organic and GMO-free ingredients——no preservatives to make simple, pleasurable confections.”
“That sounds good. Please tell me more.” I needed more information——not what I could read in a brochure, but what she could tell me from her heart.
“That's pretty much it. We know how to pay attention to what the customer wants, and that's what we deliver.”
“And so how's it going so far?” I asked.
She shifted in her chair. “Why are you asking me all this?”
“I would like to understand your vision better.”
“You said you want to meet both of our goals. For me, for us, that means landing an investment in the short term. We've grown so rapidly that we’re outrunning our capital,” she explained. “Our growth rate going forward is going to be cash constrained.”
I leaned forward. “What if I told you I could supply all the capital you needed?”
