“Amber,” he whispered again, knowing that if she woke he’d have no choice but to walk away.
“Mmm,” she moaned. Then she sighed and wriggled in his arms.
His muscles tensed to iron. His gaze took in her pouty lips and, before he knew it, his head was dipping toward hers. Then he was kissing her sweet lips.
Just to say good-night, he promised himself. Just a chaste-
But then she was kissing back.
Her arms twined around his neck, and her head tipped sideways, lips parting, accommodating his ravenous kiss. Her back arched, and her fingertips curled into his short hair, even as her delicate tongue flicked into his mouth.
He leaned into her soft breasts, stroking the length of her bare legs, teasing the delicate skin behind her knees, tracing the outline of her shapely calves and daring the heat of her smooth thighs.
He wanted her, more than he’d ever wanted a woman in his life. Passion was quickly clouding reason, and his hormones warred with intelligence. Another minute, another second, and his logic would switch completely off.
He dragged his mouth from hers. “Amber?” he forced himself to ask. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
Her eyes popped open, and she took a sudden jerk back against the pillow. She blinked in confusion at Royce’s face, and in a split and horrible second, he realized what had happened.
The woman had been dreaming.
And Royce wasn’t the man she’d been dreaming about.
In the morning, Amber was grateful to find Stephanie in the kitchen at breakfast. She needed a buffer between her and Royce while she got over her embarrassment.
She’d hesitated a moment too long last night. When she’d realized it wasn’t a dream, she should have kept right on kissing him. She should have pressed her body tightly against his and sent the signal that she was completely attracted to him, nearly breathless with passion for him, and that making love was exactly what she wanted.
Instead, all he’d seen was her shock and hesitation. He’d been offended and abruptly left the room. She didn’t blame him. And she wasn’t brave enough to try to explain.
“Morning, Amber.” Stephanie was her usual bright self as she bit into a strip of bacon, legs swinging from the high chair at the breakfast bar.
“Morning,” Amber replied, daring a fleeting glance at Royce.
He gave her a cool nod then turned his attention back to Stephanie. “Two days at the most,” he told Stephanie.
“I’ll definitely get you something,” she responded and blew out a sigh. “This is the worst possible time.”
“I can’t imagine there being a best possible time.” Royce stood from the breakfast bar and carried his plate and coffee mug over to the sink. He downed the last of the coffee before setting everything on the counter.
Amber helped herself to a clean plate from the cupboard and took a slice of toast from the platter.
“Royce has to call a division heads meeting,” Stephanie told her. “We need to ask for financial reports from everybody. But he’s worried about panic.”
“Who would panic?” Amber addressed her question first to Royce, but when he didn’t meet her eyes, she turned back to Stephanie.
“I need a pretext for the meeting,” said Royce. “Barry Brewster’s firing is bad enough. Add to that a sudden meeting and financial reports, and the gossip will swirl.
“We have over two thousand employees,” he continued. “Some very big contracts, and some very twitchy clients.” His gaze finally went to Amber, but his face remained impassive, his tone flat. “If you don’t mind, we’ll start a rumor you were the cause.”
“You mean the cause of Barry Brewster being fired, not the money problems?”
Royce didn’t react to her joke. “Yes.”
“Are you leaving today?” asked Stephanie.
At first Amber thought Stephanie meant her, and the idea made her clench her stomach in regret. But then she realized Stephanie was talking to her brother.
Royce nodded.
“Where-” Amber clamped her jaw to slow herself down. It was jarring to think of him leaving with this tension between them. “Where are you going?” she finished, feigning only a mild interest.
“Chicago.”
“You don’t think that will bring on the gossip?”
She assured herself her caution was sincere. It wasn’t merely an attempt to keep Royce here at the ranch.
His eyes narrowed.
“If you come rolling into the office, people are sure to think something’s up.”
“She’s right,” Stephanie put in.
“I don’t see an alternative. I have to talk to the division VPs.”
“Bring them here,” suggested Amber.
Both Royce and Stephanie stared at her.
“There’s your pretext. Come up with a reason to bring them here. Something fun, something frivolous, then take them aside and have whatever discreet conversation you need to have.” She paused, but neither of them jumped in.
“A barbecue.” She offered the first thing that popped into her mind.
Royce’s voice turned incredulous, but at least there was an emotion in it. “You want me to fly the Ryder senior managers to Montana for a barbecue?”
“They’d never suspect,” she told him.
“A barn dance,” Stephanie cried, coming erect on the seat. “We’ll throw a dance to christen the new barn.”
“You’re both insane,” Royce grumbled.
“Like a fox,” said Stephanie. “Invite the spouses. Hire a band. Nobody throws a dance and barbecue when the company’s in financial trouble.”
Amber waited. So did Stephanie.
Royce’s brows went up, and his mouth thinned out. “I find I can’t disagree with that statement.”
Finished with her own breakfast, Stephanie hopped up and transferred her dishes to the sink. She gave Royce a quick peck on the cheek. “See you guys in a while. I have to get the students started.”
As she left the room, Amber screwed up her courage. She definitely needed to clear the air. “Royce-”
“If you have time today,” he interrupted, “could you give me as much information as possible on the cattle ranch finances?” His voice was detached, professional, and his gaze seemed to focus on her hairline.
Amber hated the cold wall between them. “I…”
“Stephanie’s going to pull something together for the horse operation, and I’ll be busy-”
“Of course,” Amber quickly put in, swallowing, telling herself she had no right to feel hurt. “Whatever you need.”
He gave a sharp nod. “Thanks. Appreciate you helping out.” Then he turned and strode out of the kitchen, boot heels echoing on the tile floor.
Amber was curled up on the webbed cushions of an outdoor love seat on the ranch house deck, clouds slipping over the distant mountains, making mottled shade on the nearby aspen groves. She flipped her way through a hundred-page printout from the ranch’s financial system, highlighting entries along the way.
Gopher, one of Molly’s young pups, had curled up against her bare feet. At first, she’d been wary of his wet nose and slurpy tongue. But then he’d fallen asleep, and she found his rhythmic breathing and steady heartbeat rather comforting.
She hadn’t seen Royce since breakfast, and Stephanie was obviously busy getting her own financial records together. Amber’s thoughts had vacillated from heading straight for home, to confronting Royce about last night, to seducing Royce, to helping him sort out his business problems and earning his gratitude.
She sighed and let her vision blur against the page. For the hundredth time, she contemplated her mistake. Why had she panicked last night? Why hadn’t she kissed him harder, hugged him tighter and waited to see where it would all lead?
She was wildly attracted to him. She was truly free from Hargrove now, and there was no reason in the world she couldn’t follow her desires. So what if she’d only known him a few days? They were both adults, and this was hardly the 1950s.