to hide his displeasure.
“Yeah, okay, but remember, you promised not to hurt her.”
“I remember.”
“Her office is on the third floor. Just follow the signs to the investment department.”
“Thanks, I will.” John strode out of Mark’s office and headed directly for the elevator. When he got off on the third floor, he realized he was almost running. He stopped and drew a deep breath. No need to advertise his eagerness to see her. Instead he adopted a casual stroll down the hall.
When he entered the investments area, he was greeted by a receptionist.
“I’d like to see Diane Black,” he told her.
“Ms. Black has someone with her right now, but you’re free to wait, Mr.…”
“Davis. John Davis. And yes, I’ll wait.”
He sat down on the sofa across from the receptionist’s desk and picked up a magazine from the coffee table. He flipped through it, paying little attention to the contents.
His attention zeroed in, however, when he saw an elderly woman exit one of the bank offices and heard the receptionist on the intercom. “A Mr. Davis to see you.”
Diane’s voice came back through the intercom, curt and clipped. “Please tell Mr. Davis he has the wrong department. Loans are on the first floor.”
John started walking toward Diane’s office, despite the receptionist’s protests. “Sir, you can’t just walk in on Ms. Black. Sir—”
By that time, he had opened the door to her office. “Will you tell that young woman to stop yelling at me?”
Diane sent him an angry look, but pushed down the intercom button. “Wendy, it’s all right. I forgot that Mr. Davis needed to talk to me about something.”
“What do I need to talk to you about?” he asked.
“I have no idea, but I don’t want Wendy to feel she failed me.”
“That’s very kind of you, Diane. And I’m trying to be kind, too.”
“How are you doing that?”
“I was rude and arrogant last night and I wanted to apologize to you.”
“I see. Yes, that’s very kind of you. Thank you.”
He continued to stand there, staring at her.
“Is there anything else?”
“You could ask me to sit down.”
“Why?”
Why did people keep asking him that question? He wondered. First Mark, now her.
Before he could reply, Diane moved to the door. “I see no need for additional conversation, John, so perhaps it would be best if you leave.”
He deliberately sat down. “Perhaps I should remind you that I do a lot of business with this bank.”
“That’s not necessary, Mr. Davis. I’m well aware of your past history with my bank. I’ll be glad to refer you to whoever you need to talk to to be sure your needs are met.”
“And what if you’re the one I need to see?”
“For what reason?”
“I told you. I needed to apologize to you.”
“I appreciate that, but you’ve already done so.”
“So you’re throwing me out?”
“Mr. Davis, I’m pointing out—rightly, I think—that I’m at work. It is not a social situation. If you have something about my job that you need to discuss, so be it. But if not, then yes, I’m throwing you out.”
“All right, I’ll go, on one condition.”
“And what is that?”
“Have dinner with me tonight so I can show you I’m a changed man.”
“So you think forcing me to have dinner with you will show me you’re no longer arrogant? Isn’t that being arrogant again?”
He nodded, conceding the point. “Well, you’ve definitely proved one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“You’re much brighter than most women I’ve met.”
She glared at him, saying nothing.
“You don’t consider that a compliment?” he asked.
“No, I don’t. Your scorn for my gender is disgusting.”
“My scorn? I was simply being honest.”
She opened the door further. “I have nothing more to say to you, Mr. Davis.”
“So you are throwing me out?”
“Yes, I am.” She spoke clearly and precisely, leaving no doubt.
“So it’s arrogant to give you credit for your brains?”
“No, it’s arrogant for you to think you can determine a woman’s brilliance. How do you rate men?”
He frowned. “Most of the men I work with are fairly intelligent.”
“But the women are not?”
“I don’t usually deal with women in my business. I mean, I’m a developer and builder. It almost always involves men.”
“Well, Mr. Davis, in case you don’t know it, there are a lot of intelligent women out there.”
“I’ve met some of them, but they aren’t using their brains to get to me. They use their bodies, and I don’t think they’re smart.”
“I agree. Now, if you’ll excuse me?”
“No dinner?”
“No dinner.”
He sighed. “Okay. Maybe another day.”
She kept her expression impassive and merely stood there, waiting for him to leave.
Without another word John returned to Mark’s office.
“Did you see her?” his banker asked, worry creasing his brow.
“Yeah, I saw her. How about you set up a dinner so I can talk to her?”
“Why didn’t you ask her to dinner, if that’s what you want?”
“I did. But she refused. She’ll only
