hesitation, he said, “Early. We could spend the entire day together. The waiting is just about killing me.”
After her brother’s crack about her weight, Dillon’s obvious desire was a welcome balm. She pressed closer to him for a kiss and felt his large hand cup her backside, gently squeezing. With her brother’s comment still lingering fresh in her mind, she was uncomfortable with the touch and stepped away. His gaze searched her face, questioning, and she tried not to blush.
Other men who had come on to her had been discreet with their touches, never venturing so boldly in broad daylight as Dillon seemed prepared to do. In thirty years, she’d had two lovers, and they’d both made it a practice to have sex in the dark and under the covers, which suited her just fine. The entire experience had always been rather nice. Safe and predictable and uncomplicated. The sex itself hadn’t been spectacular, but the sharing, the holding and touching had comforted her in a way nothing else could.
She hoped Dillon wouldn’t prove too difficult about the arrangement. Surely he’d be satisfied with proper bedroom convention.
“This isn’t exactly the best place, is it, Dillon?”
At first he didn’t answer and her heart raced in both dread and anticipation. He shook his head. “No, it isn’t. I’m sorry.”
Virginia sighed. “Since I know you’re worried about appearances, we’ll meet in the mall parking lot by my home. That way no one will see us leaving.”
“Can you be ready at six?”
“That early?”
His tone dropped to a husky rumble. “It’ll give us more time together.”
“All right, then.” She smiled. “Where did you want to go?”
Dillon hesitated, then touched her cheek again. “Why don’t you let me take care of that. It’ll be a surprise.”
“Hmm. A secret?”
He nodded. “What did you need to see Cliff about?”
She stared into his eyes, amazed by the mixed messages there. Hunger, but also…regret?
“Virginia?”
“What?”
He laughed, a low, rough sound that made her belly tingle. “You rushed in here to see Cliff, but got sidetracked. Was it important?”
“Oh.” She paused. “Oh! Damn it, I needed to talk to him. Something’s wrong with my car. I wanted to use his.”
“That’s not a problem.” He dug in his pocket and pulled out a large key ring, then unhooked one gold key. “Here. You can use the company car. I left it in the garage, lower level, personnel entrance. But what’s wrong with yours? Maybe I can help you with it.”
“I’m not sure.” Virginia accepted the key, feeling awkward with Dillon’s concern. She wasn’t used to anyone asking after her in such a solicitous way. For as long as she could remember, she’d taken care of herself. “Something’s wrong with the brakes. I started out of the parking lot, then remembered some papers I needed on my desk. When I went to put on the brakes, they felt sluggish at first, not really catching, and when I pumped them, the pedal went all the way to the floor. I ran into a guardrail.” She scowled, thinking of the damage that had been done to her bumper. “It’s lucky I found out they weren’t working before I tried to leave the garage. You know how the exit ramp slopes down right into the main road.”
“And into heavy traffic,” he added in an ominous whisper. Dillon’s brows were lowered and a muscle ticked in his jaw. Suddenly, his arms surrounded her and he gave her a tight squeeze. With his mouth against her neck, he murmured, “You could have been killed.”
Pushing herself away from his hard chest, Virginia laughed, trying to make light of his reaction. “Nonsense! It wasn’t all that dramatic or life threatening, I promise. I’d barely gone three feet before I found out they weren’t working. But I do intend to give my serviceman a piece of my mind. I had my oil changed not two weeks ago and he told me he’d topped off all the fluids.”
Dillon bent to press his forehead to hers. “I’ll take a look at it. You…might have had some damage to the brake lines.”
Virginia shook her head. “Dillon, looking after my car isn’t part of your job and not at all a necessary part of our relationship. Besides, I already called the tow truck. I can take care of myself, you know.”
He looked as if he wanted to argue, but held his tongue. In this instance, Virginia appreciated his restraint. She liked her independence and wanted no infringements on it. She smiled her approval. “You know, it’s too bad I have to check in here Friday morning.” She smoothed her open palm over his wide chest and sighed. “I think I’d like a lot more time with you, truth be told.”
His slight frown and the darkening of his eyes were confusing. He reached around her and opened the door, suddenly in a hurry to leave. On his way out, he muttered gruffly, “Save your wishes for something important, honey. You never know when you might need them.”
She wondered what he meant, or if he’d meant anything at all. Dillon was an elusive man and most times she wasn’t at all sure how to take him. But she did feel certain about one thing. She would definitely enjoy her fling with him.
“DON’T EVER SPEAK to me like a lackey again.”
Cliff whirled around and stared. Dillon closed the door quietly behind him and stalked forward. He knew he wasn’t precisely angry at Cliff, at least not over anything new. But he made a fine target. And right now, Dillon needed an outlet.
He hadn’t reached Virginia’s car before it was taken away, but he’d still had his suspicions confirmed. Someone had cut her brake lines. Reddish brake fluid made a large puddle where her car had been parked. This was no mere leak.
Cliff backed up two steps before he caught himself. “What are you talking about?”
Dillon flattened his palms on the highly polished table and leaned toward Cliff. “Don’t give me orders. If you want to meet with me, say so, but don’t get pissed off at your sister and then bark at me.”
Cliff tried a show of umbrage. “Now, see here…”
“I’m a damn good employee, Cliff. I’ve upgraded your entire security system and saved you a bundle in the process. I’ve found glitches most men would never have noticed. That’s my job and I do it well. But I don’t need this job and I don’t need to be talked down to. Understand?”
Dillon was pushing it, but Cliff seemed to gain more respect for him every time he asserted himself. Unlike Virginia. It made sense to Dillon. He’d be damned if he’d want some marshmallow in charge of protecting the interests of his company. Not only was Dillon in charge of securing the actual property against theft, both at the offices where Cliff and Virginia worked and at the retail outlets, but he evaluated the security potential and estimated costs of future retail sites. He also oversaw the personal security for employees, including the boss. Johnson’s Sporting Goods wasn’t a nickle and dime operation.
Dillon recognized his value to the Johnsons. He’d learned his trade from the best. His father had taught him how to secure, and how to breach, the legal and
