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She knew that was a way of not answering a question he had the answer to. “You still haven’t mentioned money, Mr. Hawthorne.”

And there was that half smile. Again.

Be still, my friggin’ heart. Take me, I’m yours.

“One million the first year, one-five the second, and two million the third. After that, we can negotiate.”

She managed not to react. That was more than she was expecting.

Way more. “Plus expenses?”

He nodded. “Of course. You would also receive a discretionary operating budget. You would have a power of attorney for me, so you can see why I need someone very capable, trustworthy, and discreet in this position.”

“That’s a very large responsibility, to just take over like that.”

“As I said, Albert will be completely at your disposal, especially during the first few months. But as you saw he is getting along in years. The easier he can make your transition, the sooner he can retire.”

“I’m not saying I’ll take the job.” She was already thinking she might.

“I’ve talked with Bob Stanley. He has agreed to let you take it on a trial basis for six months to see if it’s a fit. If it doesn’t work, you’re free to resume your duties at his firm.”

Sneaks. Both of them. It pissed her off. While she had seriously considered saying yes, she changed her mind.

“I won’t give you an answer tonight.”

“Fair enough. For now, let’s enjoy dinner.”

* * *

They talked until nearly ten. On a personal level, Taz liked Hawthorne. She found him to be articulate, charming, and his dry sense of humor came through without being obnoxious. He was someone she thought she could easily work with.

She knew from experience the mask a man put on while trying to woo someone, be it client or employee or lover, was often far different than their real self. And there was the fact that every time his eyes met hers she lost her train of thought. He wasn’t underwear-model gorgeous. He was real-world, come-to-momma, would-love-to-take-him-home-to-momma handsome.

Which was another problem. She found herself really attracted to him, and that wasn’t a problem she normally had. It was always the other way around, guys coming on to her at work, forcing her to maintain a cool aloofness that earned her the “Ice Queen” label. Yet Hawthorne was different.

She wanted him.

After dinner, he walked her to the front door where Albert Thompson waited. Hawthorne turned to her, and for a moment she hoped he’d reach out to her, take her into his arms and—

“Albert will keep in touch.” Hawthorne extended his hand. “It’s been a pleasure, Ms. Proctor.”

She met his eyes as they shook hands and felt the electricity course through her again. She was no stranger to love and lust, but as much as she felt drawn to him, she didn’t need complications in her life right now. Especially a rich guy who probably had women stashed all over the place. She didn’t get a gay vibe from him, one of her weird intuitions that had never been wrong in the past. That meant he had to have at least one woman. How could he not?

Unless he’s a weird psycho.

He was easy on the eyes, for sure.

“Thank you, Mr. Hawthorne.”

Albert walked her down the steps to where the valet had her car waiting. It had been washed and detailed, inside and out.

Talk about being a good host. She felt spoiled.

“Ms. Proctor, when is a good time to follow up with you?”

She studied Albert. She couldn’t get over how something about him reminded her a lot of Robertson. “Friday morning.”

He nodded. “Very good. I’ll call you then.”

Chapter Four

To her surprise, when Taz returned home, she found Robertson sitting at the kitchen counter and reading the L.A. Times. He’d spent many of her high school and college nights waiting up for her, but it wasn’t something he did anymore.

“Isn’t it past your bedtime?” she joked.

He put down the paper. “Well?”

That explained it. “Oh, you’re not serious? You really waited up for me?”

“I wanted to hear how it went.”

She found her favorite mug and made a cup of hot tea. “Don’t worry, Dad, I didn’t let him kiss me.”

He laughed. “Taz, you are a real ballbuster, my dear. So what was his offer?”

She sipped her tea, making him wait. “One million.”

His eyes didn’t bug out, but his jaw dropped. “Dollars?”

“No, pesos. Of course dollars. For the first year. With a half mil raise the next two years, negotiable after that.”

“When do you start?”

She took another sip of tea. “I didn’t tell him I’d take it.”

“You what?” She started, not used to him yelling.

“I told him I’d think about it.”

He looked like he wanted to say something. Then she got a really strong feeling, another of her intuitions, that she’d made a horrible mistake by not saying yes immediately.

After a long moment he said, “When are you going to tell him yes?”

She studied her mug, unable to meet his piercing gaze. “I told his guy, Albert, to give me a call on Friday,” she mumbled.

Friday?”

She jumped again. That was two screams in less than a minute. His blood pressure had to be through the roof. “Yes, Friday.” His agitation put her on the defensive. “I was sort of pissed off.”

“A man offers you one million dollars to work for him, and you tell him you’ll think about it? And you’re ‘sort of pissed off?’ About what? That he didn’t open a vein and offer to sign with his blood?” His voice climbed in octave and volume until she was afraid he’d hurt himself.

Hat trick! Even when she was seven and used one of the Lenox serving dishes as a water bowl for a stray cat, he hadn’t reached anything approaching this level of agitation.

She slammed her mug on the counter, slopping tea everywhere. “Hawthorne had the balls to go to Bob Stanley behind my back, before he ever talked to me, to clear it to go to work for him for six months on a trial basis.”

Robertson stared at her, speechless. Yet another Guinness record-worthy event.

He’s not having a stroke, is he?

He swallowed hard and sounded like he was having difficulty finding the words. “Let me get this straight, Taz. You have been offered one million dollars to go to work for a man on a trial basis, with clearance from your current employer to do it, so you have a safety net if it doesn’t work out. You don’t tell the man yes, you just tell him you’ll get back to him. And you have the nerve to be upset with him?”

She mopped up her spilled tea. “Well, when you say it like that, it sounds bad.”

“Taz, it sounds childish. You’re mad because he’s gone out of his way to make this an easy decision for you? I don’t believe you.”

That put her in full defensive mode. “Just because he’s throwing money at me doesn’t mean I’m going to take the job. I don’t need the money. You know that.”

From the look he gave her, she suspected sprouting a third eyeball in the middle of her forehead wouldn’t shock him more. “You’re really considering saying no?” he asked incredulously.

“I didn’t say that.”

“Then what are you saying?”

She took another sip of what was left of her tea to buy her some time. “I feel like I’m being handled. I don’t like someone telling me what to do. You know that.”