Everyone nodded, but apparently Josies response wasnt enthusiastic enough for Ginger. Am I right, Josie?
Josies eyes got big.
Am I right? It seemed Gingers question wasnt rhetorical.
Absolutely, Josie said, pasting a smile on her face. In fact, Ive gone the entire morning without a man.
They all laughed at that. When they reached the Starbucks a few minutes later and began to go their separate ways, Bea tapped Josie on the shoulder.
The whole morning, huh? she asked, a smile pushing her cheeks up into her eyes.
Josie nodded. Every single minute of it has been testosterone-free.
Bea laughed. Well, then. /Om/ to you, my friend. She placed her palms together and bowed slightly.
Unsure how to respond, Josie clicked her tongue and gave Bea an enthusiastic thumbs-up. Back at ya!
Beas laughter continued as she executed a flawless turn, Martina heeling at her left side, and headed toward her car.
CHAPTER 6
The knot in Josies stomach grew tighter and heavier with each passing second. Rick was late. Hed called ten minutes ago and said he was on his way from a meeting in the financial district. He told her to mention his name to the maоtre d and relax until he got there. So Josie sat tucked into a cozy two-person booth near the bar, her insides in shambles, her eyes glued to the door.
Maybe he was always late. Maybe it was a character flaw. But it could be worse, right? In the scheme of character flaws, it was even forgivable.
But she worriedmaybe it was one of those character flaws that seemed endearing at the start of a relationship but would bug the holy hell out of her a month down the line. Shed had a lot of experience with that sort of thing.
Then again, his lateness might be due to circumstances beyond his control. Maybe hed been run over by a trolley car. Maybe hed witnessed an old lady being robbed at gunpoint and then took off after the bad guys, tackled them, and was now giving his statement to the police while being hailed as a hero. Maybe he was… walking through the revolving door! /Oh, God/. Rick smiled and chatted with the maоtre d while he smoothed down his windblown hair. His eyes darted toward Josie as he began to stride his way to the booth. He was wearing a charcoal-gray suit with a tie of deep greens and blues. He had one hand tucked nonchalantly in his trousers pocket. The tip of his elaborate tattoo rose just above the collar of a crisp white dress shirt.
He was, no question, the hottest man shed ever seen in her life. The knot that had been in Josies stomach was now lodged in her throat.
Rick never took his eyes off her. His smile had mellowed as he walked, but it was most definitely still there. His gaze was locked on Josie like nothing and nobody existed but her.
Suddenly, he was at the table. He didnt sit down. Instead, he reached for Josies hand and pulled her from the booth.
And he kissed her. No warning. Not a word of greeting. Rick simply pressed her body to him and put his mouth on hers. It wasnt the kind of kiss that would prompt the other patrons to suggest they get a room, but it sure wasnt a peck.
His lips were like hot silk. One of his hands gripped her upper arm and the other held her captive at the base of her spine. The pesky knot in her throat was history. It had been swept away by a tidal wave of sexual desire that just wiped out everything in its path. Including her brain function. She couldnt move. She was on fire. Shed been reduced to nothing but liquid lava lust. Ricks soft tongue opened her lips. She had forgotten how this felt. No, waitshed never /known/ how this felt.
Josie let out a moan of wonder and delight, then the kiss was over. Rick slowly pulled away.
I thought it would be nice to pick up where we left off, he said, grinning. Hope that works for you.
Josies pulse was crazy fast, and she felt dizzy. She stared into his sexy green eyes, mentally checking off another item on her list, because Rick Rousseau, pet supply magnate, was a sensational kisser.
It works real good for me, Josie said, trying to remember where she was.
A sudden jolt of panic hit her. She stole a peek at the door and amended her answer. If no ones waiting to shoot me, that is.
Rick laughed. He guided her back to her seat and settled into the vintage leather booth across from her. Again, I apologize for the gun incident. He rested his elbows on the table and leaned forward, lowering his voice. My people are a little jumpy these days. I recently received a threat and Ive had to bump up the security.
Josie felt her eyes bug out. What kind of threat? Like a physical threat? What would somebody want from a pet-store owner?
Rick smiled. My thoughts exactly. And its probably nothing. Its an unfortunate sign of the times, but most CEOs have their own private security detail. It goes with the job.
Josie frowned. You have security with you all the time?
Most of the time, yes.
So weve got an audience right now, as we speak?
Just Teeny. Hes at the other end of the bar.
Josie lifted her chin to see over the booth. There he was, right next to the door, a large man teetering on a small stool. Teeny gave her a subtle nod and an equally low-key smile.
She was horrified. She looked back at Rick, who seemed unaffected. You mean he saw us kissing?
Yes, Rick said, chuckling softly. And the poor mans probably still in shock. Josie wanted to know what he meant by that but the waiter came by.
To say she enjoyed lunch with Rick would be the understatement of a lifetime. He was smart. His voice was gentle. He was handsome but didnt seem to be aware of his looks. It amazed Josie that she didnt feel intimidated by Rick, or worried that she was out of her league. He made her feel comfortable. He seemed to enjoy her company, too, and even stared at her approvingly when she walked back from a trip to the ladies room. It made her blush.
While they ate, Rick asked Josie to tell him about her life. She was done by the time she finished her soup.
Rick then volunteered information about himself. He said hed been a spoiled rich kid born and raised in Rhode Island. His mom died when he was at Yale getting his business degree. After school he wandered the globe trying to find himself.
Did you? Josie asked.
Ricks laugh was uncomfortable. I lost myself instead, he said.
He told Josie that his only ambition back then was to attend as many wild parties as possible, and he managed to avoid a job for six years.
With a stiff voice, he said, When I was twenty-eight, I was in a serious motorcycle accident. It woke me up fast.
Josie could tell he was skipping over a few painful details, so she just listened, nodded, and enjoyed the view as he talked. It made sense that Rick was to the manor born, as the saying went. He had a noble jaw-line and an aristocratic nose. Perfect teeth. His eyes were friendly but keen, and framed in those extraordinary lashes. She decided hed look at home in a smoking jacket, standing before the fireplace drinking champagne from fluted crystal. The image sent a shiver of excitement through her, since she was more accustomed to men in boxer shorts who drank beer from a can while watching cable.
I came out here about six years ago, after my father passed away. He left me some money and property, which I liquidated, and I moved here to start my business. Rick smiled at Josie, and she saw a touch of embarrassment in his expression.
So you started over.
You could say that.
Josie sat back into the booth and cocked her head at Rick. It certainly was a lot to absorb. The fact that he had a colorful past wasnt a shockmost people in their mid-thirties had done some wild living. Except for her, of course.