Читать книгу Totally Tempting - Mary Lynn Baxter - Страница 12

Jodie jumped up and stared at him in shock. “You were kidnapped?” she asked, her voice going up.

He paused before closing the door. “Sorry, I was just making a joke. I was gone longer than I expected to be.” She lowered herself back into the chair, feeling silly for overreacting. “How are you feeling?” he asked, making himself comfortable on the nearby sofa.

“Much better than this morning, thank you.”

“Did you eat anything for lunch?”

“I ordered some soup. I wasn’t up to going downstairs.”

“I’ve set up sightseeing tours for the rest of our stay here. We’ll meet Steve Furukawa for lunch tomorrow in Honolulu. While we’re there, we’ll see the Pearl Harbor Memorial and whatever else looks interesting. There are some great places to see while we’re here. I think you’ll feel well enough tomorrow to enjoy them.”

“Oh. Well. That’s nice. I mean, I’m looking forward to it.”

“Do you think you’re up to sitting out on the beach for a while? The fresh air will do you good.”

She nodded. “Good idea. I’ll go change.”

He got up when she did. “I’ll do the same.”

As she changed into a two-piece suit she’d bought the day before, Jodie realized that she hadn’t seen Dean in his swimsuit. He’d reported that it fit, and that was all that had mattered to her.

She just wished she wasn’t so physically aware of him.

They rode the elevator in silence. Jodie wore the matching cover-up to the suit. Dean had on one of his shirts but hadn’t bothered to button it. They both had large towels with them.

She did her best not to stare at his chest. Instead she trained her eyes on his face, only to discover that he was looking at her with a great deal of interest.

“New suit?” he asked as they left the building.

“Yes.” She stopped and put on her dark sunglasses.

Once on the beach, Jodie carefully laid out one of her towels and slipped off the beach cover.

“Very nice,” he said and she glanced around. He stood with his hands resting on his hips, obviously waiting for her to finish making her beach nest.

Dean stripped to his swimsuit was a Dean she’d never known existed. It unnerved her to have all her ideas about who the man was turned upside down. When did he have time to work out, which he had to do to be in such good shape?

She sat and he tossed his towel down and sat beside her. She wished that she could forget the kiss they’d shared. It had been an aberration; certainly not the norm. However, every time she looked at his mouth, she remembered how his lips had felt touching hers.

The man certainly knew how to kiss!

“This is nice,” he said several minutes later. “Is the air helping your head?”

“You’re being nice to me,” she finally replied. “And it’s making me nervous.”

“Why? Aren’t I always nice to you?”

“Shall I be polite or honest?”

“You’re talking about the office, aren’t you?”

“That’s the person I know—or thought I knew.”

He leaned back on his elbows. “Well, we’ve moved past that, haven’t we? After last night?”

She groaned. “I was hoping you’d forgotten about that.”

He turned onto his side, propping himself up on an elbow. “Why? We’d had fun at the party and we ended the evening the way most dates are ended—with a kiss.”

She slipped her shades down her nose and looked at him. “This is not a dating situation, Dean. I happened to be available to come here because my boss gave me the time off.”

“Worked out well, didn’t it?” He grinned. “You’ve opened my eyes regarding several things about my life. I’m hoping you can continue to teach me how to relax and enjoy myself. You’ve done a good job so far.”

Jodie sat up and folded her legs into a yoga position. “What’s going on, anyway? What do you hope to accomplish while we’re here, other than gaining another client?”

“I want to get to know you better. I’ve already told you.”

“Why? You’ve known me for years and have never looked at me the way you have since we arrived here.”

He chuckled, and despite her practical nature, she was charmed by the sound. A week ago she would have sworn he didn’t know how.

“I’ve never seen you in a swimsuit before…or a sarong, for that matter,” he offered casually. Then his tone changed. “I find you fascinating. You have so many facets to your personality, and I’ve discovered that I want to learn each and every one of them.”

“Dean. We’ll be back at the office next week and none of this will have mattered. I don’t want to make anything more out of our time together than it is.”

“I guess that means we won’t be sleeping together.”

Chuck was right. All men thought about was getting an available woman in bed with them! Then she realized he was laughing at her reaction.

“You’re teasing, right?”

“Actually I’m enjoying the expressions running across your face. Just so we’re clear, I wouldn’t say no if you decide to take me up on my offer.”

She shook her head and stretched out on her towel once more. Her heart raced so fast she was certain he could see it pounding in her chest. She knew he was teasing.

He had to be teasing, hoping to fluster her.

Well, she was made of sterner stuff.

Her tone casual, Jodie said, “I’ll think about it.”

He gave a whoop of laughter and said, “You do that,” and then trotted to the water’s edge to wade out into the water.

She watched him dive into a wave and appear on the other side. Of course she wasn’t going to sleep with him. That would be the dumbest thing possible for her to do. Okay, so he wouldn’t turn her down. So what? To him it would be a casual fling. But becoming intimate with him would change her life. Long after he’d forgotten about this trip, memories would haunt her. It would be impossible to work closely with him without recalling what they had shared.

No. The answer was no.

Jodie stood and walked toward the water.

The water felt good to her, cooling her overheated body. Jodie lowered herself into the water and began a leisurely crawl, feeling her muscles work as she glided through the water.

When Dean spotted her, he angled toward her, cleaving the water in strong strokes.

She smiled at him as he drew near. “I decided to see if the water felt as good as it looks…and it does.”

“How’s your head?”

“Still on my shoulders. From now on, I’ll have one drink and stop, no matter how good it tastes to me.”

They continued to swim parallel to the beach, Dean keeping pace with her. Eventually they waded toward the shore together and continued walking until they reached their towels. He quickly dried off and waited for her to gather her things.

“What would you like to do this evening?”

There was a provocative question if she’d ever heard one. “You don’t have to entertain me while we’re here, you know.”

“True, but we’ve both got to eat and I’d prefer not to eat alone.”

“That makes sense, I guess,” she replied. “Do you have someplace in mind?”

“Actually I do. I ate there the last time I was here and the Polynesian food is well prepared. If you’ve never tried it, you’re in for a treat.”

They stepped inside the elevator.

Finally she nodded. “All right. Thank you for suggesting it.”

That evening Jodie looked around the softly lit room, the hurricane lamps on each table making an oasis of light. “You’re right,” she said to Dean, “this is a great place with a distinct atmosphere.”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it. Do you like the food I ordered?”

“It’s different but really good. Thanks for bringing me.” She sipped her iced tea. “How should I behave toward your prospective client tomorrow?”

He studied her for a moment in silence. Finally he said, “No striptease, no hula and no playing the ukulele.”

“Striptease? I’ve never done anything like that in my—” She stopped. “You’re teasing me again.”

“Can’t resist. You’re so much fun to watch when you react.”

“Fine. Just for that, I’ll take my ukulele and sing all through lunch.”

“You can sing?”

“No.”

“A threat then.”

“Very much a threat.”

“You’ll do fine tomorrow. You know our business very well. Speaking of which, once we get back, I’m going to talk to Frank Godfrey about putting you into his department as soon as possible rather than waiting until you graduate. We’re only talking about a few months. So treat tomorrow like a training session as I present what we have to offer and answer Furukawa’s questions.”

“You’re going to promote me now?”

“Not this minute, no. But when we get back to the office I’ll start the ball rolling.”

“That’s wonderful news! Thank you so much.”

“Don’t thank me. Frank’s a good supervisor and he’ll work you hard learning how we go about providing the necessary equipment to keep our clients secure.”

Over dessert and coffee Jodie asked, “Why are you promoting me now?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you don’t have a secretary lined up to replace me, for one thing.”

He groaned. “Don’t remind me. But that shouldn’t take too long.”

“Well, um…”

“Why do you make such a point that I’m difficult to work for?”

“Because you are difficult to work for. Or have you forgotten how many secretaries walked out on you before I was hired?”

He pulled his earlobe and looked uncomfortable. “I’ve mellowed since then.”

“I’ll take your word for it.”

“Haven’t I?”

“You’ve mellowed because I learned how you like to work.”

“That doesn’t sound too hard.”

“That’s true. It doesn’t.” She looked around. “Shall we go?”

“Wait a minute. I’m missing something here, Jodie. Tell me.”

“You want your office to run smoothly. I know your likes and dislikes enough to anticipate how and what you want, that’s all.”

“In other words, you can read my mind.”

“Not at all.”

“That’s good to know considering some of my thoughts while on this trip.”

A burst of heat engulfed her and she knew she’d turned a fiery red. Jodie picked up her water glass and drank. When she had emptied the glass, she studied it without looking up.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

Why should he apologize when she certainly wouldn’t want him to learn of any of her thoughts these past few days?

“It’s all right.”

He brushed his fingers across the back of her hand. “No, it isn’t. I’ve made you uncomfortable around me and that’s the last thing I want. You’re right. It’s time to go.”

They drove back to the condo listening to music. Once inside the condo, Jodie said, “If you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll go to bed.”

“Of course. Sleep well.”

Dean watched her walk out of the room, still irritated with himself. What was the matter with him, coming on to her like this? He’d been off balance where she was concerned since he’d first seen her at the airport.

He wandered over to the window and looked out. The view continued to be spectacular, even at night. While he stood there, he thought about their trip to Oahu the next day.

In an airplane.

In a small airplane.

Of course, Jodie knew they would have to fly. From what he remembered, the flight was a short one. They barely got into the air before it was time to land. The small plane could make the experience a little bumpy since the pilot flew at a reasonably low altitude.

Perhaps the flight here from Chicago had helped to allay her fears about flying. He could only hope.

One look at her face the next morning and he knew his hope had been futile. Not that she said anything. However, despite the slight tan she’d gotten thus far on the trip, she was a pasty white. Not a good sign.

Without a word, he poured her a cup of coffee. He’d been up since dawn and had already had several cups.

“Thank you,” she murmured, immediately picking up the cup and sipping.

He waited until she set the cup down and then casually asked, “How are you this morning?”

“Okay,” she said quietly.

“I believe our flight leaves in a couple of hours.”

She didn’t comment.

“Jodie?”

Startled, she looked at him. “Yes?”

“Are you nervous about the flight?”

“How did you know?”

“I remembered you were a little nervous—” there was an understatement if he’d ever made one “—on our flights here.”

She nodded. “I don’t mind it once we get in the air and level out. It’s the taking off and landing that bothers me.”

“Unfortunately that’s what we’ll be doing this morning.”

“Oh. Well, of course.”

“Why don’t we go downstairs and get some breakfast. Are you up for that?”

“Okay.”

She didn’t sound at all certain.

While they ate, he chatted about the office and some projects he was working on, trying to keep her mind off her upcoming ordeal. She responded in monosyllables.

Finally he said, “I thought we might go to the Big Island tomorrow. It will mean another short flight, but I’ve been told the volcano is something to behold.”

She went from pasty white to an interesting color of green.

“Of course, if you don’t want to go…”

“That’s fine. Really. Whatever you want to do is fine with me.”

Sure it was.

Dean checked his watch. “We should head for the airport soon. Do you need to go back to the condo?”

She shook her head.

Today she looked like the secretary he’d known for years. She had her hair pinned up—he hadn’t realized how much he liked to see it down until now—and wore a lightweight suit. She looked like a business professional despite her pallor. Unfortunately for his peace of mind, he had the vision of her in a swimsuit and wearing a sarong. He would never view his efficient secretary in the same way now that he’d gotten to know her better.

She must have been hurt badly by the jerk she’d thought would be her husband. How else could he explain to himself the subdued person he’d known for the past five years?

Seeing her literally letting her hair down and enjoying herself had been a revelation to him.

Once in the car, he tried to make conversation by asking her about various subjects. She answered in monosyllables until he gave up and turned on the radio.

By the time they were seated in the smallish plane, he knew that the situation required drastic action.

He’d been on flights like this before. The plane took off at a steep angle. Since she’d admitted she’d never been on one this small, she probably would be startled.

“Jodie?”

“Mmm?”

He took her hand. “Do you know what I’d like to do right now?”

She turned and looked at him hopefully. “Get off the plane?”

He laughed. “Um, no. What I’d like to do is kiss you senseless.”

Well, that certainly took her mind off flying. She stared at him in astonishment. “Why?” she asked starkly.

“Well, for one thing, you have the most kissable mouth of anyone I’ve ever known.” He looked down at their clasped hands. With his other hand, he stroked the back of her hand with his finger. “And you fit into my arms as though you were made just for me.”

He felt her hand tremble and she turned a charming shade of red, which nicely replaced her ashen color.

The plane started moving. He lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed her palm, his tongue lightly touching her. She stiffened when they took off. He wasn’t certain whether it was the kiss or the flight. So he leaned toward her and kissed her on the mouth.

Her lips trembled, and he took his time caressing her mouth with his lips and tongue. Slowly she responded and he forgot his reason for starting this in the first place.

An amused feminine voice spoke near his shoulder. “I’m sorry to interrupt you, sir, but I’d like to offer the two of you something to drink, if you like. We’ll only be in the air for another twenty minutes.”

Jodie pulled away from him and stared at her. “We’re in the air?”

“Yes, ma’am.” The flight attendant grinned. “I can understand your distraction.”

Jodie looked at Dean. “You did that on purpose!”

Dean told the attendant to bring them some orange juice before he looked at Jodie. “I suppose I did. I’ve never accidentally kissed anyone.”

She glanced out the window and blanched.

“From now on you’ll sit in the aisle seat,” he said briskly. We’re doing fine.”

She turned and looked at him. “You know what I mean! You deliberately distracted me.”

Once again he lifted her hand and kissed her palm. “Did it work?”

“I know I’m being ridiculous about flying.”

“You just need to do it more often so you can get used to it.”

“That’s your prescription, Dr. Logan?”

“Absolutely. And here in the islands is a perfect place to practice. We’ll make certain to visit each and every one of them.”

“Oh, joy,” she muttered.

Their drinks arrived and he let go of her hand.

The landing was as abrupt as the takeoff. Jodie squeezed his hand so hard she must have been cutting off circulation. But he didn’t mind. She was adorable when she was vulnerable.

Once on the ground, Jodie felt giddy with relief despite her embarrassment. When she had finally let go of Dean’s hand, it still had the imprints of her fingers on it.

They took a cab to the address Dean had. Once they arrived, Jodie asked, “Is this his office?”

“No. This is a private club for local businessmen. He said to give his name at the door.”

Jodie waited while Dean spoke to the man who met them at the front door. The man looked at a list he carried on a clipboard, found Dean’s name and nodded. He escorted them to a double door that was ornately engraved.

When Jodie walked in, she looked around her. There was a large bar made of teak to the right of the entrance. A maître d’ met them at the top of the steps.

“We’re here to meet Mr. Furukawa,” Dean said.

“Right this way, sir,” the man replied.

The place was meticulously designed and elegantly decorated. The only sounds were the murmured voices of other diners, their voices muted by the thick carpeting underfoot. Pristine white tablecloths covered each table and they looked like islands floating on the deep red carpet.

The maître d’ continued through the room until he reached an alcove that overlooked the water. Once they were seated, he poured ice water into glasses and said, “Your waiter will be with you shortly.”

Once Jodie was certain he was out of earshot, she said, “The scent of money is everywhere.”

Dean grinned. “I noticed.”

She gazed at his mouth. Jodie discovered she had a little trouble breathing whenever he smiled at her. She couldn’t forget the touch of his lips on hers.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” a newcomer said from behind her.

Dean stood and extended his hand. “Perfectly all right, Mr. Furukawa,” he said.

“Please, call me Steve.”

Steve wore a custom-made suit that showed off his trim figure and tanned face. His hair gleamed like polished pewter.

“Steve, I’d like you to meet Jodie Cameron, one of the employees with our firm.”

Steve took her hand and bowed slightly. “It is a pleasure.”

While they ordered and their meal was served, Jodie watched and listened as the men discussed several topics, none of which had anything to do with a possible security installation. She couldn’t help but wonder why he’d brought her, unless the business meeting was to take place after their meal.

Dean included her in the conversation, and when Steve asked how she was enjoying Hawaii, she responded readily enough.

Once their plates were removed and they were left with fresh cups of coffee, Steve said, “I’ve been reading up on you, Dean.”

“And?”

“You and your company have an excellent reputation in the security field. What kind of security do you offer?”

“We make certain that no unauthorized person can enter your place of business without a silent alarm going off, alerting the staff. We offer hidden surveillance cameras that record everyone who goes in or out. Security codes are installed and updated regularly. In addition, we install special software on each computer in your office that will also alert you should anyone attempt to gain illegal access to the company’s computers.”

“I see.” Steve glanced at his watch. “I’d like you to see my setup and give me some idea of what your systems would cost to install and run.”

Dean nodded. “Of course.”

Steve signed for their meal and the three of them returned through the restaurant. Several people spoke to Steve while they made their way to the entrance.

By the time they reached the street, valet parking had his car waiting.

The men continued to chat during the drive. Jodie, in the backseat, made notes of the conversation that pertained to business, finally feeling as though she could be useful.

By the time they left Steve Furukawa that afternoon, he’d agreed to become one of the company’s clients. On the way to the airport Dean called the office and left a voice-mail message for the legal department that he had a new client.

Once on the plane, Jodie—determined to ignore the butterflies in her stomach—said, “Your trip has been a success, hasn’t it?”

Dean nodded. “Definitely. Thank you for taking such extensive notes. I’ll fax them to the office so Lawrence Kendall will have the information he needs to prepare the contract.” He studied her for a moment and then asked, “You doing okay?”

She nodded.

“Good. So shall we visit the volcano tomorrow?”

“I’d like that,” she replied, hoping he didn’t detect her lack of enthusiasm.

“Or we could stay at the condo and enjoy the beach area,” he said casually.

“It’s up to you.”

“My only reason for suggesting the trip was to allow you to see more of the islands.”

“Why don’t we wait until the day before we leave then?”

“Whatever you say.”

Once back at the condo, Dean said, “We have time to go for a swim before dark if you’d like.”

“I’d like that.” Jodie went into her room and closed the door. Somehow, some way, she would get through this week with the man she’d gotten to know here on the islands who only vaguely resembled her boss. The fact that she liked and enjoyed this new person unnerved her more than a little.

All she could hope was that once in the office again, he would assume his sardonic personality.