“I wouldn’t even attempt to drive in New York City.”
“Then you need to demand a car service the next time you negotiate your employment contract,” he said. “Or just come to work for me.”
“I like my job and I don’t mind the subway,” I said before getting into the car. I stood on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “I’ll see you at dinner. And don’t worry, I’ll make sure they’re playing fair.”
“I knew you would, Katie O’Hara,” he said before closing the car door. “With you on my team, I know I can’t lose.”
Chapter 12: Conner
“I can’t believe you tried to ditch me,” Cassandra said as I held open the door to the limo for her. Just the sight of her made my mouth water. She looked stunning in a short, red-sequined dress that showed off her ample cleavage and long, tanned legs. She was wearing six-inch stilettos that made the muscles in her legs pop. Her hair and makeup were flawless, as always.
I knew she wasn’t wearing panties.
She never did.
The thought made my cock hard.
“I wasn’t trying to ditch you, my darling,” I said, climbing into the limo behind her and closing the door. “I just didn’t think you’d want to sit through another long, boring business dinner.”
“A long, boring business dinner at the Roxie, which happens to be my favorite restaurant,” she huffed. “My feelings are terribly hurt.”
“I’m sorry,” I said sheepishly. The air was filled with the sweet scent of her perfume. I inhaled deeply and sighed. “It won’t happen again.”
“It better not,” she said playfully, tapping the tip of my nose with one of the long fingernails that would bring blood to my back later tonight.
“To the Roxie, Sam,” I said, leaning toward the driver’s seat. “And take the long way.”
Sam, who had been my driver long enough to know what was about to happen in the back of the limo, gave me a nod. Our eyes briefly met in the rearview mirror as I raised the privacy screen behind his seat, so Cass and I could be alone. He gave me a knowing smile and pulled from the curb. Sam was paid three times what most limo drivers earned. He was paid for his discretion, not his driving skills.
“You know how business fascinates me,” Cass said. She had a small pocket book in her lap. She clicked it open and took out a compact, opened it up, and checked her lips in the mirror. They were pained deep
red. She ran her moist tongue across them as she spoke. She glanced at me from the corner of her eye. “And you know how hot I get listening to you negotiate deals.”
“Well, hopefully this dinner will go quickly,” I said, drawing circles on her thigh with the tip of my finger. “And we can get on to more pleasurable negotiations.”
“Mmmm, that sounds promising,” she said as she put the compact away. She put her hand on mind to stop it from sliding between her legs. “Hang on there, Romeo.”
I frowned. We always had sex in the limo. It was kind of our thing. “What’s wrong?”
“Tell me who we’re meeting again?”
I kept frowning. I tried to tug my hand free, but Cass was stronger than she looked. “Why do you care who we’re meeting?”
“Because, my darling, I need to know if you need me to distract them with my tits or impress them with my brain,” she said seriously. “What’s the goal? And how can I help you obtain it.”
My hand relaxed on her leg. “We’re meeting Allen Benson. He is the CEO of a company we’re trying to acquire.”
“What kind of company?”
“A computer parts manufacturer.”
Cass was the one frowning now. “A computer parts manufacturer? Price Bean & Whitlock doesn’t play in the manufacturing space.” She cut me a sideways glance. “What’s the angle, McGee?”
I should not have been, but I was always surprised when Cassandra talked about business. As she would say herself, she wasn’t all big tits and tight pussy.
She had a BA from Harvard, and an MBA from the Wharton School of Business, and a brilliant business mind. Since joining her father’s company as the Senior Vice President of Global Strategy, she had increased profits threefold, making her daddy one of the richest men on the planet with her nipping at his heels.
Men often misjudged her because of her looks, which she loved because it gave her the advantage. She could distract a man with her looks and pick his pockets—or corporate accounts—clean before he knew what he’d gotten himself into. They had no idea that inside that beautiful head of hers was one of the sharpest business minds on the planet. There was not a business deal that Cassandra Leone could not negotiate like a killer shark and come out the winner on the other side.