One Special Moment - Brenda Jackson [6]
Colby’s eyes narrowed. ‘Why do we need to talk?” she asked angrily. “As far as I’m concerned, we have nothing to discuss.”
Sterling’s smile turned into an insipid grin. “Oh, I think we do. Colby. There’s definitely unfinished business between us.”
Colby watched as he turned and with the cool, collected swagger he was famous for and that was known to drive female moviegoers out of their minds, he boldly strutted out of the room.
Chapter 3
Colby’s jaw dropped. Just who does he think he is? she asked herself as she quickly got out of the tub. Hurriedly she began toweling herself off with one of the huge, thick velour towels.
Slipping into her robe, she swiftly walked over to the closet looking for something to put on. She finally settled on a light blue skirt set.
She could care less that he was footing the bill for her to stay in this place. No one asked him to. It was their screwup not hers. She shook her head when she thought about the fact that Sterling Hamilton, of all people, was actually sitting in the other room waiting for her to appear.
Colby’s eyes brimmed with amusement in knowing that Cynthia would give anything to be in her shoes right now. Correction, she thought, looking down. Cynthia would give anything to be in her bare feet. Her sister-in-law would die at the thought of coming within ten feet of Sterling Hamilton. She saw all of his movies, some more than twice, and purchased any magazine if his face appeared on the cover.
In fact, Colby thought, as she rubbed some Colby bath oil onto her skin before slipping into her outfit, it had been Cynthia’s constant chattering about Sterling Hamilton’s sex appeal that had given her the notion to approach him with the idea of an endorsement.
A few minutes later, Colby entered the sitting room of the suite where Sterling sat lazily reclining on the sofa scanning a magazine.
Sterling looked up. His gaze swept over Colby’s appearance. Somehow she seemed to have gotten prettier since their meeting earlier that day. He noted she was no more than five feet four inches tall and had what he considered one helluva voluptuous figure. It was an enticing contrast to the figures of the women he usually dated. Most of them thought too much meat on their bones was a crime. They were totally obsessed with their thinner, willowy frames.
He thought there was something blatantly sexy about Colby Wingate’s small waist, curvy childbearing hips and her nicely rounded behind. And with her full breasts and shapely legs, all her feminine attributes were enough to make any man take a second look.
So he obliged himself and took a second look before getting to his feet.
“You made excellent time, Colby. But I only asked you to get out of the tub. You didn’t have to get dressed on my account.”
Colby glared at him. For some reason he appeared even taller than he had in Edward Stewart’s office. She suddenly felt rather small in the room with his six feet three inches of towering height. If he thought he would use his height to intimidate her, then he had another thought coming. James was just as tall, so tall men didn’t bother her one bit. But, she thought as she continued to glare at him, although his height didn’t bother her, his penetrating stare did. She had been fully aware of his close scrutiny of her when she had entered the room. She had seen his gaze make a slow journey down the full length of her body and had wondered just what he thought he was looking at. She knew most men preferred pencil-thin, size-five women. Pencil-thin she was not, but she felt completely comfortable and satisfied with her size-ten figure.
Placing her hands on her hips, she asked. “What do you want, Mr. Hamilton?”
Sterling’s gaze again roamed over her figure before he brought his eyes back to hers, with mesmerizing intensity. His perusal caused an unexpected quickening of Colby’s pulse and made her feel momentarily light-headed. She struggled to control her body’s reaction to him.
“I asked what you wanted, Mr. Hamilton,” she