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nodded, shaking his hand with vigor and strength, knowing that first impressions were everything. Then she looked at the woman, her eyebrows lifting slightly. “Miss?”
“Carla Giacomo,” she provided, extending her hand to shake Zoe's outstretched one. The woman was gorgeous – one of the most exotically beautiful women Zoe had ever encountered, and she found herself longing for the olive skin and healthy, full hair Carla had, complete with Mediterranean looks and a curvaceous body. And if anyone ever missed her name screaming I-am-Italian , her slight accent betrayed her origins. “Pleasure to meet you,” she said and Zoe answered, “Likewise.”
“ Excuse us for a second, Miss Jameson – Carla was leaving.”
“Oh? That's fine, take your time. I'll take mine to think about what to order.” She made a point of not touching the menu laid before her, indicating she knew it by heart.
“Vi lascio, amore. Ci vediamo stasera,” she told him, giving him a chaste kiss on the mouth before grabbing her purse, greeting Zoe politely and walking away from them, defined calves showing with every step she took, making Zoe envious of the woman's shameless charm.
Focusing on the meeting at hand, she looked Newman in the eyes as the waiter took her order after pouring her a delicious complimentary Shiraz she got every time she went there.
“I have to say, I'm quite surprised you asked to meet with me, Mr. Newman.”
“Why should you be, Miss Jameson?” he asked, a brazen smirk on his face. “It's not every day that the Hunters choose a woman for a CEO. It's a first actually, I felt I must congratulate you.”
“Thank you, I appreciate it quite fully.”
“And I must admit,” he continued as though uninterrupted. “I was intrigued . To say the least. I know how... particular the Hunters are.”
“Oh?” she asked, eyebrows lifting as the waiter came to bring something else to the table in preparation for her meal.
“Yes, and I venture to assume you might know what I am referring to.”
“Well, Mr. Newman, I might know, but if you're not specific, how can I be sure?”
“How do you feel about eagles?” he asked, making her pause, her brain scrambling to discern hidden meanings. Was any of the Hunter brothers an eagle? Were they not all wolves? She'd assumed they were. Maybe they count turn into different animals, given that they weren't truly brothers. Suddenly, Zoe felt stupid for not asking each of them what animal they could morph into. She'd spent hours questioning them about different aspects of their lives, businesses, and the HUNTER Club, but she'd forgotten to ask for the most basic information, such as their respective species and longevity.
“They're beautiful,” she said. “Majestic.” Is he one? She assumed he was and decided to take a gamble with that.
“What about wolves?” he continued. There was a knowing twinkle in his eyes that made her shiver. Does he know something?
“Vicious animals,” she replied, hoping to relay a message. Damian will take you down if you so much as breathe at me. Or so she hoped.
“Quite the contrary, my dear,” he argued. “Eagles often prey on wolves. Wolves, specialists find, are quite the peaceful creatures. Now an eagle – they have a much better perspective of things, don't you think? They see the larger picture. Your beloved wolves may go about their businesses and suddenly an eagle snatches their prey mid-hunt.”
“That's right, isn't it?” she agreed, smiling calmly. “But then, a wolf has a much larger space to rest, don't you think? An eagle has to nest at high altitudes in weird places, confined and isolated, but not wolves. Yes, their environment is much harder to control, and yes, there are a lot of dangers that can fall from the skies, but they're ultimately freer, I find.”
Smirking, Luke nodded with respect shining in his eyes.
“Touché,
“Carla Giacomo,” she provided, extending her hand to shake Zoe's outstretched one. The woman was gorgeous – one of the most exotically beautiful women Zoe had ever encountered, and she found herself longing for the olive skin and healthy, full hair Carla had, complete with Mediterranean looks and a curvaceous body. And if anyone ever missed her name screaming I-am-Italian , her slight accent betrayed her origins. “Pleasure to meet you,” she said and Zoe answered, “Likewise.”
“ Excuse us for a second, Miss Jameson – Carla was leaving.”
“Oh? That's fine, take your time. I'll take mine to think about what to order.” She made a point of not touching the menu laid before her, indicating she knew it by heart.
“Vi lascio, amore. Ci vediamo stasera,” she told him, giving him a chaste kiss on the mouth before grabbing her purse, greeting Zoe politely and walking away from them, defined calves showing with every step she took, making Zoe envious of the woman's shameless charm.
Focusing on the meeting at hand, she looked Newman in the eyes as the waiter took her order after pouring her a delicious complimentary Shiraz she got every time she went there.
“I have to say, I'm quite surprised you asked to meet with me, Mr. Newman.”
“Why should you be, Miss Jameson?” he asked, a brazen smirk on his face. “It's not every day that the Hunters choose a woman for a CEO. It's a first actually, I felt I must congratulate you.”
“Thank you, I appreciate it quite fully.”
“And I must admit,” he continued as though uninterrupted. “I was intrigued . To say the least. I know how... particular the Hunters are.”
“Oh?” she asked, eyebrows lifting as the waiter came to bring something else to the table in preparation for her meal.
“Yes, and I venture to assume you might know what I am referring to.”
“Well, Mr. Newman, I might know, but if you're not specific, how can I be sure?”
“How do you feel about eagles?” he asked, making her pause, her brain scrambling to discern hidden meanings. Was any of the Hunter brothers an eagle? Were they not all wolves? She'd assumed they were. Maybe they count turn into different animals, given that they weren't truly brothers. Suddenly, Zoe felt stupid for not asking each of them what animal they could morph into. She'd spent hours questioning them about different aspects of their lives, businesses, and the HUNTER Club, but she'd forgotten to ask for the most basic information, such as their respective species and longevity.
“They're beautiful,” she said. “Majestic.” Is he one? She assumed he was and decided to take a gamble with that.
“What about wolves?” he continued. There was a knowing twinkle in his eyes that made her shiver. Does he know something?
“Vicious animals,” she replied, hoping to relay a message. Damian will take you down if you so much as breathe at me. Or so she hoped.
“Quite the contrary, my dear,” he argued. “Eagles often prey on wolves. Wolves, specialists find, are quite the peaceful creatures. Now an eagle – they have a much better perspective of things, don't you think? They see the larger picture. Your beloved wolves may go about their businesses and suddenly an eagle snatches their prey mid-hunt.”
“That's right, isn't it?” she agreed, smiling calmly. “But then, a wolf has a much larger space to rest, don't you think? An eagle has to nest at high altitudes in weird places, confined and isolated, but not wolves. Yes, their environment is much harder to control, and yes, there are a lot of dangers that can fall from the skies, but they're ultimately freer, I find.”
Smirking, Luke nodded with respect shining in his eyes.
“Touché,
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