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Authors: Addison Fox
Tags: lifeless women and he’s anxious to get to know her better.When circumstances conspire to throw them together, Booth takes a chance.Little does he know it’s going to be the biggest gamble of his life....because now his heart’s on the line., has had his eye on Camryn for months. The woman is a breath of fresh air in a sea of stale, heir to the Harrison media conglomerate and billionaire businessman in his own right, which is why her attraction to her sister’s new brother-in-law is tossing a monkey wrench into all her well-laid plans.Booth Harrison, Divided loyalties. Family secrets. They were perfect for each other. CFO Camryn McBride likes her life as neat and orderly as her financial spreadsheets. She avoids messy entanglements
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“You can cut the cheek with me. I see how he looks at you, and you’re looking right back.”
She covered the mouthpiece with her hand and let out a hard breath. What in the hell was this about? Composing herself, she kept her tone neutral, unwilling to give a single inch. “Nothing’s going on.”
“I have eyes.”
“So do I and at the moment they’re looking at a rather extensive spreadsheet. One that requires at least three more hours of work before I head home.”
“He’s only invited you because he wants to take this damn flirtation to another level.”
Doubt flooded her system, her mouth going dry at the thought that she was simply a pawn in a carefully orchestrated seduction attempt by Booth Harrison. Was that really the only reason he’d invited her? And had she ignored the signs, allowing flattery at being asked to overwhelm her common sense?
West did have a point. She and Booth did have a flirtation, no matter how much she wanted to think otherwise. And frankly, when the sexy texts were flying, Camryn had to admit to herself she really didn’t want to think otherwise. She wanted to enjoy herself and feel young and carefree and desired. Memories of her and Booth’s lunch with Sinclair floated through her mind’s eyes, snatching on wisps of conversation. You want to inspire them? Tell them how you fought my brother.
She’d seen the very real pride in Booth’s eyes and had felt his approval like a brand.
Camryn let that moment linger, filling her up until it banished the self-doubt West was attempting to pull forward. Booth might want her on a personal level, but the invitation to Hawaii was real. She’d do well to remember that and not give West Harrison the satisfaction of playing his mind games.
“Your son is a grown man who can make his own decisions, so why aren’t you having this discussion with him?”
“Boy’s hardheaded and stubborn. He won’t listen.”
“Yet I’m fair game?” The words lashed out and for the briefest moment she felt like she was talking to her own father. Andrew McBride had spent more than a few conversations over the years attempting to verbally batter her and her sisters into submission around how he thought things should be done.
“I don’t beat around the bush and I tell it like I see it.”
“Maybe you don’t see as much as you think you do.”
“I see damn fine, Camryn McBride.”
“Then believe me when I say my trip to Hawaii has no hidden agenda.”
“If you really believe that then you’re not the coolheaded business woman I took you for.”
“And that’s where we end this conversation.”
“You think so?”
“I know so. I couldn’t care less if you give me any credit for my business skills or what I can bring to the sales conference. But I’d think you’d be willing to give more credit to your son. How sad to find out I was wrong on that score.”
“I give my son plenty of credit.”
“You could have fooled me.”
…
Booth announced himself to the doorman in Camryn’s building. He hadn’t been back since their late-night wine date, but the texting had continued. Messages just sexual enough to ensure she was interested.
If only he could get past the resistance her mind kept putting up. He also couldn’t quite shake the sense that he’d overstepped the other night in her apartment. It wasn’t anything overt, but something had subtly shifted as they drank the wine, and he desperately wanted to make it right.
The doorman had his phone in hand to call Camryn’s apartment when the elevators opened and she stepped off. Booth met her in the lobby and took the handle of her rolling suitcase. “Good morning.”
“Morning.” She was perfectly made-up and her suit was pristine and pressed, but he didn’t miss the husky growl in her voice.
“So this is how pleasant high-powered financial executives are at six a.m.?”
“I am incapable of speech before a cup of coffee, often two. Since I
“You can cut the cheek with me. I see how he looks at you, and you’re looking right back.”
She covered the mouthpiece with her hand and let out a hard breath. What in the hell was this about? Composing herself, she kept her tone neutral, unwilling to give a single inch. “Nothing’s going on.”
“I have eyes.”
“So do I and at the moment they’re looking at a rather extensive spreadsheet. One that requires at least three more hours of work before I head home.”
“He’s only invited you because he wants to take this damn flirtation to another level.”
Doubt flooded her system, her mouth going dry at the thought that she was simply a pawn in a carefully orchestrated seduction attempt by Booth Harrison. Was that really the only reason he’d invited her? And had she ignored the signs, allowing flattery at being asked to overwhelm her common sense?
West did have a point. She and Booth did have a flirtation, no matter how much she wanted to think otherwise. And frankly, when the sexy texts were flying, Camryn had to admit to herself she really didn’t want to think otherwise. She wanted to enjoy herself and feel young and carefree and desired. Memories of her and Booth’s lunch with Sinclair floated through her mind’s eyes, snatching on wisps of conversation. You want to inspire them? Tell them how you fought my brother.
She’d seen the very real pride in Booth’s eyes and had felt his approval like a brand.
Camryn let that moment linger, filling her up until it banished the self-doubt West was attempting to pull forward. Booth might want her on a personal level, but the invitation to Hawaii was real. She’d do well to remember that and not give West Harrison the satisfaction of playing his mind games.
“Your son is a grown man who can make his own decisions, so why aren’t you having this discussion with him?”
“Boy’s hardheaded and stubborn. He won’t listen.”
“Yet I’m fair game?” The words lashed out and for the briefest moment she felt like she was talking to her own father. Andrew McBride had spent more than a few conversations over the years attempting to verbally batter her and her sisters into submission around how he thought things should be done.
“I don’t beat around the bush and I tell it like I see it.”
“Maybe you don’t see as much as you think you do.”
“I see damn fine, Camryn McBride.”
“Then believe me when I say my trip to Hawaii has no hidden agenda.”
“If you really believe that then you’re not the coolheaded business woman I took you for.”
“And that’s where we end this conversation.”
“You think so?”
“I know so. I couldn’t care less if you give me any credit for my business skills or what I can bring to the sales conference. But I’d think you’d be willing to give more credit to your son. How sad to find out I was wrong on that score.”
“I give my son plenty of credit.”
“You could have fooled me.”
…
Booth announced himself to the doorman in Camryn’s building. He hadn’t been back since their late-night wine date, but the texting had continued. Messages just sexual enough to ensure she was interested.
If only he could get past the resistance her mind kept putting up. He also couldn’t quite shake the sense that he’d overstepped the other night in her apartment. It wasn’t anything overt, but something had subtly shifted as they drank the wine, and he desperately wanted to make it right.
The doorman had his phone in hand to call Camryn’s apartment when the elevators opened and she stepped off. Booth met her in the lobby and took the handle of her rolling suitcase. “Good morning.”
“Morning.” She was perfectly made-up and her suit was pristine and pressed, but he didn’t miss the husky growl in her voice.
“So this is how pleasant high-powered financial executives are at six a.m.?”
“I am incapable of speech before a cup of coffee, often two. Since I
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