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She spent a couple of weeks reacquainting herself with the local town and the surrounding countryside.It should have worked a treat in terms of distraction—except that every time she so much as looked at her car, let alone drove in it, she was reminded of him.She’d sell it as soon as she got back to the city.
She attributed the tiredness to lack of sleep.She worked later and later, hoping to exhaust herself to the point where she’d just collapse in bed and sleep dreamlessly.But as soon as her body hit the sheets she was wide awake and wanting to be back in his bed, not her cold, lonely one.When she finally did sleep it was only to dream—fiery dreams starring Blake and nothing but Blake, buck naked.
Memories tormented her day and night.She could still feel his body covering hers, the brush of hair on his thigh against hers, his arms tight around her waist, the fit of their bodies as they snuggled close to sleep after.All she wanted was him inside her, filling her, giving her that release.My God, she’d never realised that sex could be so addictive, so all-consuming.
Days passed and sleepless nights dragged and she started to feel like a walking wreck.The country escape had failed for the first time and she headed back to town and to work.Only once there the tiredness left her prone to illness.
‘Cally, are you okay?’Mel called through the bathroom door.
‘Tummy bug.’
‘You shouldn’t be here.You can’t go poisoning all the customers—Health and Safety will shut us down and I’ll lose my job.’
‘What would it matter?’Right now Cally felt so dreadful she couldn’t care less.‘Your fiancé is loaded.’
‘It’s important to my sense of security to be financially independent.As your employee I’m ordering you to go home.’
Cally half staggered out the bathroom door and leaned on her table.
Mel looked cheeky and concerned at the same time.‘See you.’
‘Tomorrow.’
For over a fortnight Blake tried to forget her.And failed.Finally, halfway into the third week, with his body screaming its tension to him, he accepted the fact that he was going to chase and chase hard.There’d been no contact between them since she’d left in such a hurry that Sunday morning.Regrets perhaps?He couldn’t see how anyone could regret sex that good.The only thing to regret was that they hadn’t had more.
She intrigued him—hadn’t been anything like he’d imagined she would.After the auction he’d anticipated some hardened, spoilt society heiress who’d never done a day’s real work in her life, a brat playing at being a business woman.But, boy, he’d been wrong.She had a brain, talent, ambition.She was able to admit to her weaknesses, able to laugh.Easy to talk to.Easy to tease.
And when he’d touched her?When she’d touched him?
Her generosity, her genuine response had floored him, fired him—no way was he not having that again.
Only this time he wanted to be better prepared and to have a plan for the future.When considering any kind of business transaction Blake was meticulous about due diligence—he’d get his info together beforehand and work out his acquisition or merger strategy from there.Cally Sinclair was no different from any other company target, she was just a personal target; that was all.
She’d declared her intention not to have a family, a fact which still, irrationally, angered him.This anger was especially stupid considering he had no intention of having a family himself.But anger aside it meant, on the face of it, they’d be a good match for a very adult arrangement—one of mutual pleasure and minimal risk.Now he just had to put the package together in such a way that she’d be unable to resist buying in.And to do that, he needed more knowledge.
He buzzed Judith into his office.She ambled in.Hell, could her belly get any bigger?
‘Sit.’He pointed to the chair irritably.‘How much longer are you here?’
‘Just over a month.’
He frowned.‘Shouldn’t you be decorating the nursery or something?’
‘Or something,’ she agreed affably.‘What can I do for you?’
Blake gave up.‘I want to know everything about Cally’s Cuisine.’
‘The soup company?’
‘That’s the one.’
‘Cally Sinclair runs it, doesn’t she?’Her brain was quick as lightning.‘Didn’t she buy you at the auction?’She didn’t even try to hide her obscene level of interest.
‘Yeah.’He watched Judith’s cunning look grow.He sighed.He didn’t want to know what she was thinking.But he needed to know more about Cally.And if anyone could find out the gossip about someone, Judith could.
‘When you say you want to know everything...?’
‘I mean,everything.’
