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All’s fair in love and business.
Ruby Maxwell Chen, lovely and ruthless CEO of a huge British business empire, is used to getting her way. When she encounters the strangely charismatic American entrepreneur Rick Martell, though, she wonders if she hasn't finally met her match.
From the trendy clubs of London to the Hollywood Hills, Ruby and Rick compete for ownership of a strategic factory in Malaysia. Neither has any qualms about using sexual wiles to smooth the path to success. Neither anticipates that their mutual attraction will turn into something far more intense and difficult to control.
As their struggle for dominance escalates, they draw their employees and associates into their outrageous power games. The stakes could scarcely be higher, as Ruby and Rick play for the ultimate prize: a night of total physical surrender.
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“Well, Ruby. How did it go?”
I smile in a manner that I hope is neutral. “I’m not sure yet. I think I’m making progress. Baktar and I have another meeting tomorrow morning, if you don’t mind lending me your office again.” I’m not ready to parade my triumph before him. Not until it’s sealed with Baktar’s signature.
“No problem. Make yourself at home. I don’t spend much time here lately. Most days, I’m out at the Etymologics plant in Burbank.” He seems relaxed and at ease with me. There’s no sense of tension or conflict in him. No sense of arousal, either. Frustration washes through me, sharpening my own desire.
He saunters over to the bookcase, pulls out one of the sailing books, and leafs through it. His movements are fluid and full of energy. I burn, wanting to reach for him, to feel those wiry arms around me, to feel that energy surge through me.
“We’re at a critical phase in our design work,” he says finally. “I have little time for anything else. For instance, I never get a chance to sail anymore.”
“You sail?” I ask, and cringe inwardly at the inanity of this response. Of course I knew about that, and his other hobbies, from his dossier as well as his bookshelves. Then I forgive myself. At the moment, it takes all my will to remain coherent.
“Oh yes!” His face floods with joy. He looks younger. “I’ve got a thirty-six foot Eastern Star sailing yacht, sloop-rigged, down in Marina del Rey. She’s a sweet craft, let me tell you. But I haven’t had her out for more than six months.”
“That’s a pity,” I murmur, desperately trying to hold up my end of the conversation.
“Do you enjoy sailing?” Rick asks suddenly. “I’d expect that you’d love it. The speed bubbling through your blood like champagne. The wind tearing at your clothes. Maybe you’re just the excuse I need. If you’re interested, we could take her out on Saturday and make a run over to Catalina Island.”
“I don’t know if I’ll still be here on Saturday.”
“Oh?” He shoots a sharp look in my direction. “You expect to have Baktar in your pocket by then?”
“Perhaps. In any case, I have meetings in Geneva in the middle of next week that I have to prepare for. You’re not my only business, you know. In fact, you’re just a minor distraction.”
I sound testy and annoyed. Rick laughs. “Lighten up, Ruby. You’re much less attractive when you’re bitchy.” A blush races across my cheeks. There’s nothing I can say.
“Anyway, we can see about the sailing trip. The reason I’m came down was to ask if you wanted to come with me to Burbank, to my plant, this afternoon. I thought that you might find it interesting to see our operation.”
I’m both terrified and drawn to the notion: sitting beside him in the car, spending the afternoon together. “I had suggested to Margaret that she and I go walking on the beach this afternoon.” My voice has the tiniest quaver at the mention of my assistant.
Rick’s grin grows broader. “I’m sure that Margaret can amuse herself while we’re gone. Besides, we’ll probably be back well before sundown. You can take your walk then.”
I am tempted to take him up on his offer. I am curious about his company, naturally. After all, he might become a client if I succeed in buying the fab. And though it is agony to be in his presence, it’s a rather pleasant agony.
“If I go with you, do you promise not to try any of your tricks?”
He looks at me with well-feigned innocence. “Tricks? What do you mean?”
“You know very well what I mean. This is a business trip and you are a business associate. That’s all. That’s the way I want it.”
He searches my face, thoughtfully. “Is that really what you want, Ruby? Well, whatever you say. But if I make this promise, you have to promise something in return.”
My heart is pounding. What will he ask of me? “Yes, what is that?”
“Promise me you’ll stop being so suspicious. That you’ll trust me, or at least give me the benefit of the doubt.”
I laugh at his earnestness. “I’ll give it a try. But you’ll have to prove yourself worthy of my trust.”
“It’s a deal,” he says with a smile. “Let’s shake on it.” When his palm presses mine, the flames rise again. My vision blurs, my head swims. His presence is like a drug. I wonder, for the millionth time, what are the real terms of my bargain with Rick Martell.
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