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grabbed a bottle of bourbon and heading to her office, finding that her lingering scent soothed him. He'd ignored her PA's shocked gaze at finding him charging into her boss's office, but she hadn't dared comment. He'd also heard the call she'd made, informing her boss of his arrival. He didn't give a shit. In fact, he wanted her to know beforehand.
Shit, he wanted her.
***
Zoe tried to pretend it wasn't getting to her, but it was no use. Marissa's warning that Damian Hunter was expecting her in her office with a bottle of something strong had had her blood pressure rising dangerously, and she was still recovering, three hours later. Images of office sex came unbidden, dirtying her mind unnecessarily, not that she needed it clear and spotless.
This was the night. She was meeting Newman.
He'd had his PA call Marissa and set up a meeting. Zoe had made it back in the US just in time for it, leaving the estate early in the morning to be able to arrive punctually.
As expected, Luke Newman had proved both flexible and unrelenting. He'd agreed to The Forest and her request of joining her for a relaxing meal, but he'd requested it be dinner instead, and that very same day. Marissa had said yes. Now Zoe was dressed for an elegant dinner, ditching her masculine business outfits for a stylish plum dress that said I'm-sexy-and-confident-but-I'm-not-showing-you-anything-unless-you-work-for-it. It was the dress to wear when you met your arch-nemesis, the shallow V-neck showing just the tiniest hint of cleavage, while the hem kissed the skin above her knees. She felt empowered, safe. The fact that her security had been updated was a bonus. The Hunters had informed her she had been tailed all this time – she'd had no idea – and that as a CEO and a HUNTER Club member she needed much more protection, which they would provide. Maybe their security teams had been the ones giving her the feeling she was being tailed that she hadn't been able to shake in quite a while.
Entering the lavish restaurant she knew so well for conducting business meetings there, she wondered at the imposing sight of Luke Newman. For a man in his forties he looked positively lively and dangerous. Stray white hairs brushed his temples, hinting at stresses unimaginable. He had a lean face, but a robust body, as undeniably male as any of the Hunters. A beautiful woman was sitting at his side – an expensive accessory, Zoe was sure. They looked in love, speaking to each other avidly and holding each other's attention in a way she wished Damian and herself would one day be able to. As she walked toward them from behind, she noticed they looked to have been sitting there for quite a while.
Just before she reached them, his head cocked to the side just slightly and he turned his head toward her in an eerie fashion that reminded her too much of the Hunter brothers' reflexes. She wondered if Luke Newman was human, and if she would ever trust anyone to be who they said they were again.
For a moment, she let her mind get distracted with the speed at which Damian had gotten back. He'd reached the US before her and he had arrived at the estate some time after her departure. Reason suggested he had used an aircraft of some sort, but then she remembered that reason was no longer needed when she thought of the Hunter brothers, who apparently weren't even brothers to begin with.
He's not human, her mind supplied, then became curious. What else can he do?
Shaking her thoughts away she rounded the table and pasted a radiant smile on her face, assuming her best business casual persona. She needed to be imposing, confident, business smart. She needed to impress him and put him in his place if he thought he could intimidate her.
Well, he can.
“Miss Jameson,” he greeted, a menacing smile stretching his thin lips. Both he and his girlfriend had gotten to their feet – or was that his wife?
“Mr. Newman,” she
Shit, he wanted her.
***
Zoe tried to pretend it wasn't getting to her, but it was no use. Marissa's warning that Damian Hunter was expecting her in her office with a bottle of something strong had had her blood pressure rising dangerously, and she was still recovering, three hours later. Images of office sex came unbidden, dirtying her mind unnecessarily, not that she needed it clear and spotless.
This was the night. She was meeting Newman.
He'd had his PA call Marissa and set up a meeting. Zoe had made it back in the US just in time for it, leaving the estate early in the morning to be able to arrive punctually.
As expected, Luke Newman had proved both flexible and unrelenting. He'd agreed to The Forest and her request of joining her for a relaxing meal, but he'd requested it be dinner instead, and that very same day. Marissa had said yes. Now Zoe was dressed for an elegant dinner, ditching her masculine business outfits for a stylish plum dress that said I'm-sexy-and-confident-but-I'm-not-showing-you-anything-unless-you-work-for-it. It was the dress to wear when you met your arch-nemesis, the shallow V-neck showing just the tiniest hint of cleavage, while the hem kissed the skin above her knees. She felt empowered, safe. The fact that her security had been updated was a bonus. The Hunters had informed her she had been tailed all this time – she'd had no idea – and that as a CEO and a HUNTER Club member she needed much more protection, which they would provide. Maybe their security teams had been the ones giving her the feeling she was being tailed that she hadn't been able to shake in quite a while.
Entering the lavish restaurant she knew so well for conducting business meetings there, she wondered at the imposing sight of Luke Newman. For a man in his forties he looked positively lively and dangerous. Stray white hairs brushed his temples, hinting at stresses unimaginable. He had a lean face, but a robust body, as undeniably male as any of the Hunters. A beautiful woman was sitting at his side – an expensive accessory, Zoe was sure. They looked in love, speaking to each other avidly and holding each other's attention in a way she wished Damian and herself would one day be able to. As she walked toward them from behind, she noticed they looked to have been sitting there for quite a while.
Just before she reached them, his head cocked to the side just slightly and he turned his head toward her in an eerie fashion that reminded her too much of the Hunter brothers' reflexes. She wondered if Luke Newman was human, and if she would ever trust anyone to be who they said they were again.
For a moment, she let her mind get distracted with the speed at which Damian had gotten back. He'd reached the US before her and he had arrived at the estate some time after her departure. Reason suggested he had used an aircraft of some sort, but then she remembered that reason was no longer needed when she thought of the Hunter brothers, who apparently weren't even brothers to begin with.
He's not human, her mind supplied, then became curious. What else can he do?
Shaking her thoughts away she rounded the table and pasted a radiant smile on her face, assuming her best business casual persona. She needed to be imposing, confident, business smart. She needed to impress him and put him in his place if he thought he could intimidate her.
Well, he can.
“Miss Jameson,” he greeted, a menacing smile stretching his thin lips. Both he and his girlfriend had gotten to their feet – or was that his wife?
“Mr. Newman,” she
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