image she had deliberately adopted was that it tended to completely overwhelm weak men, and the strong ones just felt threatened by her. Which was probably why, at the age of twenty-eight, abrasive, driven Joey McKinley hadn’t yet managed to find a man she could love completely and who loved her in the same way.
And the same reason she was still a virgin…
Something she was sure the cynical Gideon St Claire would find very hard to believe.
‘Not yet—but I’ll be happy to let you know when I have,’ she came back provocatively.
Gideon winced as he sat forward to lean his elbows stiffly on the desktop in front of him. ‘Do I take it that there’s some sexual connection between the whipped cream and the buff twenty-year-old?’
Those green eyes widened, and for an instant Gideon could have sworn he saw a slight blush to those creamy cheeks. As if the outspoken Joey McKinley was actually embarrassed by his comment. He was intrigued at the thought…
‘Whew—I think I’m having a hot flush, just thinking about it!’ She waved a hand in front of her face.
Gideon sighed. ‘If you’ve quite finished interrupting my morning, I have a business meeting to go to in a few minutes, followed by a luncheon appointment,’ he told her.
The provocative smile instantly disappeared, to be replaced by professional interest. ‘Do you need me to come with you to either of them?’
Did he need to spend any more time today with this irritating, outspoken and highly disturbing woman? ‘No,’ he assured her firmly. ‘The business meeting isn’t going to last long, and the luncheon appointment is personal.’
‘Okaaay …’ She eyed him speculatively.
‘As in none of your business,’ he said grimly.
‘Fine.’ She gave an unconcerned shrug. ‘Well, you know where to find me if you need me.’
‘Either in the office next door, or at the coffee shop down the road having fantasies about whipped cream and attractive young men, apparently,’ Gideon drawled with cool derision.
‘Hey, I think you’re finally starting to enjoy my sense of humour!’ Joey murmured appreciatively.
‘Lord, I hope not,’ he muttered with feeling.
She gave a husky laugh, before turning to go back into her own office and closing the door softly behind her.
Gideon drew in a sharp breath. Three weeks, four days, six and a half hours—and counting.
Until Joey McKinley was out of the St Claire Corporation building.
Out of the office next door.
Out of Gideon’s life altogether…
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