Heather glanced at her gold diamond-studded watch. “It’s only three o’clock and youwant a drink?”
“It’s five o’clock somewhere, and we should talk about this partnership before we go any further with the project.”
“I guess. There’s a little bistro a few blocks from here that I go to often. We can take my car.”
Here she was, taking charge again. He’d need to watch that if he didn’t want to get screwed by her. Well, financially. He sure hadn’t minded the other screwing. It had been the highlight of the year. Although, technically, it had been the previous year. December. Sadly, it had been the best part oflast year too.
“How about I follow you?”Can’t totally give in.
“Fine,” she huffed and turned on her fancy heels. Her hips swayed nicely as she walked away, the slim skirt hugging her form. Hurrying to catch up, he settled in his truck as she revved the engine of her black sports car. The one her daddyhad bought her.
At the restaurant, she’d already spoken to the hostess and gotten them a large private booth. Her well-manicured fingers waved at him as he walked in. He slipped in and slid all the way around so he was sitting next to her.
“Are we expecting anyone else?”
She shook her head, sending a few wisps of hair floating around her neck as she scooted a couple inches away.
“Then why do we have a table that seats eight?”
She stared at him with an expression that saiddon’t question me.He’d seen that look before on pampered women. “It’s a slow time. No one’s using it and I wanted some spaceto spread out.”
She reached into her briefcase, pulled out a slim laptop and turned it on. “You’re absolutely right that we need to set some ground rules for this project. We should get themwritten down.”
“Ground rules sounds like we’re playing a game. This isn’t a game for me, princess. If you think it is, I should find the money to pay off your portion ofthe building.”
Her eyes stared daggers at him. “Oh, no, you don’t. I want this project as much as you do. Maybe even more.”
She started typing and he shifted closer to see what wason the screen.
“What, you don’t trust me?”
“I just want to checkyour spelling.”
“You’re going to check my spelling?” Her eyesheld disbelief.
“I do have a college degree.”
Her perfectly arched eyebrow rose. Insurprise? Snob.
“I do too, and my spelling is fine. Besides, I have spell-check.”
When the waiter appeared, he ordered an appetizer and iced tea for both of them. Another surprised look floated his way.
“What? I didn’t say it had to be an alcoholic drink. I need to keep my wits when I’m around you.” This was true, but for a different reason than not trusting her. He didn’t trust himself. A soft floral scent wafted off her hair as he bent closer, sending desire through him and straight to his groin.
“We need to make sure it’s a fifty-fifty split for both money spent and profit.” Her fingers flewover the keys.
“Agreed. My buddy, Drew, is a lawyer. I’ll get him to draw up a document for us.”
“The one I met at Jack and Callie’s wedding? I’d prefer to have mylawyer do it.”
“You don’t trust my friends? I’ll have you know Drew works for the district attorney’s office.”
She glanced up from what she was typing then lowered her eyes again. “Then he’s probably too busy to help us. I pay my lawyer good money to focus on my needs, exclusively.”
“What needs would those be?”
“Get your mind out of the gutter, Holland. Are there any suggestions you have to add to this agreement?”
