Intimate Seduction - Brenda Jackson [17]
Natalie rolled her eyes. “We aim to please,” she said tartly and immediately saw the error in doing so when he replied.
“Aim to please? Um, that’s good to know. Goodbye, Natalie.”
“Goodbye, Mr. Steele.”
Natalie hung up the phone thinking at least she had gotten through the conversation relatively unscathed and not feeling as if she’d been stripped naked. But for some reason she had been left with the impression that she wouldn’t be so lucky the next time around.
Donovan leaned back in his chair after ending his call with Natalie. It somewhat amused him that she still refused to call him by his first name: but all that would definitely change after they shared their first kiss. After that, not only would she say his name but she would be purring it.
He closed his eyes to recall some of the finer details of yesterday. He moved past the episode of discovering her in his bed—but only because that segment had consumed his entire mind most of yesterday and the majority of last night. Instead he chose to fast-forward to when he’d come downstairs to find her in his laundry room bending over while loading his sheets into the washer. He was surprised he was still breathing. Never before had a pair of legs seemed so in sync with a lush behind. He had immediately grabbed a beer out of the fridge. It was either use the cold drink to cool off or take the chance of burning to a cinder. He remembered too when he had stood in front of her, right before she’d made a fast exit for the door. He’d had come close to leaning in and kissing her.
“Mr. Steele, your brother phoned to remind you of the meeting in his office at nine.”
Upon hearing his secretary’s voice, Donovan opened his eyes, and his gaze immediately landed on the clock on his desk. It was ten past nine. “Let Chance know that I’m on my way, Sandra.”
He quickly stood, and before reaching the door grabbed his jacket off the rack. It was unlike him to be late to a meeting. How could he let fantasies of a woman who was playing hard to get totally swamp his thoughts?
A profound edginess flowed through him as he made his way down the hall toward the elevator. He refused to let Natalie Ford turn his entire life topsy-turvy. No sooner had he made that vow when he felt heat suffuse his body at the thought of all the wild sex he planned to have with her once he seduced her. Just thinking about those legs that he liked so much being wrapped around him while he made love to her seemed to boost his energy level.
He stepped into the elevator thinking next Friday couldn’t get there fast enough.
“So where do you want to go Friday night?”
Natalie resisted the urge to tell Farrah nowhere. Although she much preferred staying in and curling up with a good book, she knew she and Farrah needed to get together. They hadn’t seen each other since Christmas, the last time Natalie had returned to Charlotte. Besides, Friday would be exactly a year to the date that Farrah’s divorce from Dustin had been final. That wouldn’t have been so bad if Dustin had felt any remorse for cheating on his wife. Instead, once Farrah had confronted him with her suspicions about his extramarital affairs, he hadn’t tried to deny them, nor had he apologized for breaking his marriage vows. Instead he informed his wife of four years not to waste time forgiving him since he wanted a divorce to marry the other woman—the woman who’d had his child. And he’d done just that—less than a week after his divorce had been final.
“Natalie?”
Natalie blinked and stared down at the speakerphone on the desk, realizing she hadn’t answered Farrah’s question. “Doesn’t matter. Wherever you want to go is okay with me.”
“Um, in that case, Nat, I want to go somewhere there will be a lot of men.”
Natalie could only shake her head while thinking that Friday would be one of those nights. Last July she and Farrah had met in New York for the weekend to do some shopping and take in a play. She had let Farrah talk her into going to this nightclub in Harlem, and the two of them, along with several very handsome men,