Roses are Red by Jasmine Hill Page A

in greeting. She took it firmly in hers and gave him a stunning smile that transformed her face, lighting her up from within and making his breath stutter.
    “Lovely to meet you, Mr Hunter,” she greeted him warmly. Her voice was soft and breathy and hardened his cock instantly.
    “The pleasure is all mine and please, call me Rhett.” He took his seat quickly, glad of the long tablecloth that concealed his lap.
    “Then please call me Lucy,” she said in her husky voice. She settled her handbag and briefcase on the floor next to her seat. “Rhett?” she asked with an arched brow.
    “My mother is a romantic and a fan of Gone with the Wind .” He grimaced.
    “I think that it’s a lovely name.”
    It was his turn to raise an eyebrow. “Lovely?” he questioned in amusement.
    She flushed. “I like the name.”
    He decided not to embarrass her further and remained silent while they studied the menu.
    After giving their order to the hovering waiter, she stooped to retrieve something from her briefcase.
    “I can’t tell you how excited I am about redecorating your offices. Your father has, of course, seen my portfolio, but I brought it along today in case you wished to view my work.” She slid a professional-looking folder across the table.
    Rhett opened to the first page and started to flick through. Lucy definitely has a great sense of style and she has experience in decorating for businesses and private residences . Yes, he could see why his father liked her. Her methods appeared to be both eclectic and traditional, and she would perform an excellent job providing the updated look their office needed. At any rate, his father had already hired her, so this meeting was just to iron out schedules and details, and settle on a start date.
    “I like your style. I’m looking forward to seeing you in action.”
    “Thank you. I have discussed basic design and colour palette with Robert. Do you have anything you wish to add?”
    “No. My father knows what he wants and I respect his opinion in such matters. I am a partner, but these types of issues have always been my father’s purview,” he responded with a grin.
    He watched as she flicked her tongue out to moisten her full bottom lip. He had the sudden urge to dive over the table, take that lip into his mouth and suck on it. He groaned inwardly and tried desperately to rein in his lust-filled thoughts. Fuck, he wanted her. He knew it was unprofessional but tell that to his cock, the one part of his anatomy that tended to think for itself.
    He cleared his throat and readjusted himself, stretching his long legs out under the table. He shot a surreptitious look at her left hand and noticed that she wasn’t wearing a wedding ring. At least she wasn’t officially attached, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t seeing anyone.
    The waiter arrived with their meals and filled their glasses.
    Rhett watched Lucy take a delicate bite of her fish.
    “Hmm,” she moaned in satisfaction. “The fish is divine.”
    Fuck! If she moaned like that over food, what would she do when she was writhing under him and he was making her come? He shook his head to rid himself of his thoughts and cut into his steak. He needed to distract himself. This woman was working her way under his skin and he had only just met her. What would she do to him when she was working in their offices, when he had to see her every day?
    Over lunch, Lucy outlined her ideas and showed Rhett some colour swatches and sketches. He nodded and made all the right encouraging sounds. He liked her ideas, but he wasn’t the type of guy who was interested in decorating. He had agreed to this meeting to help out his father, who was tied up in court all day.
    “Well, Lucy. I like your ideas, a lot. Do you think you could swing by our offices later this evening? You can have another look at the space.”
    She smiled brightly, and they agreed to meet at eight p.m.
    Rhett knew that most, if not all, of the staff should be