I got to thinking about this section of BABY ON THE RANCH today and it made me laugh. I thought...what the heck. Let's let other people laugh too....
From BABY ON THE RANCH...
It was a test. If she came over, he’d know she was interested. If she didn’t…well, he had other guests to pursue.
Just as he expected, she excused herself and walked over.
Playing with her pearls, she cleared her throat. “Um, Cade, could you and I go somewhere private to talk?”
Sweet success sparked through him. He didn’t mind leaving the party. His guests were entertained and probably no one would miss him. More important, no one would be so foolhardy as to come looking for him.
She glanced up at him hopefully.
He smiled down at her. In ten minutes the charcoal beneath the beef wouldn’t be the only thing sizzling.
With his hand at the small of her back, he guided her through the French doors into the formal dining room. The velvet skin of her back tickled his palm with every step she made. Little beads of sweat formed on the back of his neck.
She peeked back at him. “Do you have a den?”
“You know, sort of an office. Someplace private?”
He’d intended to simply take her to his bed. But he wasn’t about to argue over logistics. In the marble-tile foyer with the huge crystal chandelier, he pointed straight ahead. He let her get a few steps in front of him so he could take in the view of her gorgeous back, her nicely rounded bottom caressed by the soft material of her perfect red dress. He pressed his hand to his chest to still his beating heart. She was absolutely perfect.
Whoever said money didn’t buy happiness was a complete liar.
“Second door down.”
She stepped into the room ahead of him. He closed the door and locked it.
Apparently hearing the click, she turned and frowned at him. “You’re locking the door?”
“Well, you don’t want to get caught do you?”
She frowned. Her full lips turned down prettily, creating a dimple in her right cheek. Cade all but rubbed his hands together with glee.
“No. I don’t.”
She sipped her wine. Realizing she might be nervous, he didn’t immediately pounce, but ambled to the bar and poured himself two fingers of Scotch. They might have to get back to the party, but the beef wouldn’t be done for another hour. They had plenty of time.
He motioned to the black leather sofa. “Seat?”
She smiled nervously. “I think I’d rather stand.”
His brow puckered. Confusion eclipsed the heat sparking in his blood stream.
“I … um…” She glanced down at her wine, then back up at him with a hesitant smile. “Well, there’s something that I have to tell you.”
That didn’t quite compute. “Tell me?”
“Yes.” She sucked in a breath. “I’m Suzanne Caldwell.”
His eyes narrowed.
“You don’t recognize the name because my grandmother never had her name on any documents. She held everything in trust. But I'm the missing owner of the final one-third interst in Andreas Holdings.”
Nothing like finding out the person you want to seduce is ... well, sort of your boss! LOL
Hope that made you laugh.