Her Tycoon to Tame by Emilie Rose Page A

shirt gape, revealing a tempting glimpse of her pale breasts and the white lacy edge of her bra. Wyatt acknowledged his appreciation even while he admitted the move was probably calculated to entice his cooperation.
    She sank onto the sofa and her skirt slid up her bare thighs. No stockings concealed her smooth, creamy flesh. She pulled a thick book onto her lap then patted the cushion beside her. “Sit. Please.”
    The determination in her eyes didn’t fit the capitulation he’d expected from her. “Are you going to sell me your land?”
    Her eyebrows arched upward. “Your impatience is showing again. You’re going to have to improve on that before we have international visitors. They’ll be offended by your get-to-the-point methods. Try a little finesse. Ease into the discussions. But to answer your question, no, I haven’t decided to sell. I’m still exploring my options.”
    â€œIf you’re hoping for a better deal you won’t get one. The price I offered is more than generous, and you can’t sell the property to anyone else without giving me an opportunity to match their bid.”
    â€œI’m not planning to sell to someone else.”
    â€œThen why am I here, Hannah?”
    She gave him a patient look. “I’m getting to that.”
    Gritting his teeth in irritation, he decided to let her play out her hand. Opponents’ strategies always revealed more than they suspected about their strengths and weaknesses. He sat. Hannah’s scent filled his lungs and the warmth of her body drew him like a magnet.
    â€œThis is FYC’s story.” Her breath fanned his cheek as she leaned closer.
    Finally, the motive for the sexy clothing, the wine and dinner became clear. Batter up. Sales pitch coming over the plate. “I don’t need to know FYC’s story.”
    â€œActually, you do. We have a visitor from Dubai coming soon. He’s interested in setting up a similar program.”
    â€œI’m not going to promote something I don’t believe in.”
    â€œYou will believe if you just open your eyes and your mind.”
    â€œAnd my wallet.”
    Flashing him an exasperated look, she spread the large photo album across their laps. Her fingertips made contact with his thigh, sending desire charging through his veins, hot and heavy and drugging.
    Her breath caught and her widened gaze found his, tellinghim she’d experienced the same jolt. Or she faked her response well. On second thought, she couldn’t fake those flushed cheeks and dilated pupils.
    Their last kiss in this very room consumed his thoughts. He instantly recalled the feel of her, taste of her, heat and softness of her and he wanted more. His eyes dropped to her mouth. She licked her lush bottom lip—a clear invitation.
    He should have known. His experience had proven that women used sex to get what they wanted. Marlie had used sex to get extra care for her horse when she couldn’t be at the stable. At seventeen Wyatt had been too naive to recognize the tactic. But by the time Lana had come along fifteen years later and used her wiles to convince him to buy her expensive trinkets and trips, he’d gained enough insight to know exactly what she was doing and he’d given in only when it suited him. He hadn’t loved Lana any more than she’d loved him, but she would have been a good asset to his career, a capable and well-connected hostess. That was the only reason he’d allowed her to move into the penthouse.
    Hannah had pulled out every element of a good seduction for tonight. Legs, cleavage, candlelight, good food and wine. The question was how far was she willing to go for her horses? And how far was he willing to step beyond his personal code of ethics? It would serve her right if he used her the way she was trying to use him, and then turfed her on her pretty little butt at the first opportunity.
    â€œIs this what you’re