warmer tone in his voice .
“Absolutely.”
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James was fuming as he paced in front of the gate in Atlanta. He knew that Mira had picked up her ticket because he had called the desk, but she hadn’t been in her seat. Instead, he had found himself next to a heavily pregnant woman who had wanted to talk the whole time. The potential client h ad specifically requested Mira. Damn it! If she didn’t show up they would have to reschedule. The company could lose the chance at a very lucrative project. Ten minutes later his head jerked up at the sound of a familiar voice. She strolled out of the corridor talking animatedly with a balding, middle aged man. When she finally reached him his control broke.
“Where the hell have you been!?” he demanded. Without giving her a chance to reply, he grabbed her arm and tugged her toward the concourse shuttle.
The shuttle was too noisy for speech so Mira clung to her carry-on and silently fumed. As soon as they got somewhere more private she was going to let him have it. He had no right to treat her like she was a naughty child, especially in front of so many people.
The shuttle stopped and James grabbed Mira’s arm again. After the way she had disappeared earlier, he wasn’t going to let go of her until they were safely on the plane. She didn’t look too thrilled by his actions if her burning stare was anything to go by. Truthfully, he didn’t give a bloody damn .
“Who the hell do you think you are?” Mira demanded as she yanked on her arm. He tightened his grip and continued walking.
“I’m your bo ss,” he reminded her. “And I’m also the one who would have suffered the consequences if you hadn’t show up to this meeting. Where were you anyway? I left the ticket at the counter for you in plenty of time.”
“There was a line,” Mira muttered mulishly. His pace increased until it was so fast that she almost had to run to keep up with him. She felt like nothing less than a piece of baggage . He finally stopped when they reached the departure lounge and pushed her down in a chair. She crossed her arms and turned her head away, refusing to speak.
“You’re acting like a two-year-old.” James sat do wn next to her and leaned back. He tried to maintain his anger, but her attitude was really starting to amuse him. Her reactions were so honest and open. From the moment he had made his first million women had gone out of their way to please him . It was a unique experience when someone didn’t .
“You’re acting like a bully, ” Mira retorted. She uncrossed her arms and turned her head to glare at him. He was smiling. Apparently , he found her anger amusing. She considered getting up and walking away or, better yet, punching him . James lifted his eyebrow as if reading her intentions. His eyes were twinkling. Suddenly seeing the absurdity of the situation, she laughed. James turned his head and looked at Mira. H er laugh was free and open , nothing like the polite little giggles of the other women he knew, and the musical sound was intoxicating . Despite his earlier vow to stay away, he found himself unconsciously leaning toward her.
Mira wiped her eyes and glanced at James to see his reaction. It wasn’t amusement or anger, but something much different . His gaze was deep, intense, and mesmerizing. Her throat turned to sawdust and any thoughts that were still in her brain grew wings and flew away. She tilted her head slightly and inhaled his heady, masculine scent. So close .
“Excuse me, miss?” Somebody tapped Mira on the shoulder and she jumped, almost hitting James in the nose.
He stood up , telling himself that he was glad for the distraction, and walked stiffly toward the bank of windows overlooking the runways . His cl othes were uncomfortably tight so h e reached down and surreptitiously adjusted
“Absolutely.”
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James was fuming as he paced in front of the gate in Atlanta. He knew that Mira had picked up her ticket because he had called the desk, but she hadn’t been in her seat. Instead, he had found himself next to a heavily pregnant woman who had wanted to talk the whole time. The potential client h ad specifically requested Mira. Damn it! If she didn’t show up they would have to reschedule. The company could lose the chance at a very lucrative project. Ten minutes later his head jerked up at the sound of a familiar voice. She strolled out of the corridor talking animatedly with a balding, middle aged man. When she finally reached him his control broke.
“Where the hell have you been!?” he demanded. Without giving her a chance to reply, he grabbed her arm and tugged her toward the concourse shuttle.
The shuttle was too noisy for speech so Mira clung to her carry-on and silently fumed. As soon as they got somewhere more private she was going to let him have it. He had no right to treat her like she was a naughty child, especially in front of so many people.
The shuttle stopped and James grabbed Mira’s arm again. After the way she had disappeared earlier, he wasn’t going to let go of her until they were safely on the plane. She didn’t look too thrilled by his actions if her burning stare was anything to go by. Truthfully, he didn’t give a bloody damn .
“Who the hell do you think you are?” Mira demanded as she yanked on her arm. He tightened his grip and continued walking.
“I’m your bo ss,” he reminded her. “And I’m also the one who would have suffered the consequences if you hadn’t show up to this meeting. Where were you anyway? I left the ticket at the counter for you in plenty of time.”
“There was a line,” Mira muttered mulishly. His pace increased until it was so fast that she almost had to run to keep up with him. She felt like nothing less than a piece of baggage . He finally stopped when they reached the departure lounge and pushed her down in a chair. She crossed her arms and turned her head away, refusing to speak.
“You’re acting like a two-year-old.” James sat do wn next to her and leaned back. He tried to maintain his anger, but her attitude was really starting to amuse him. Her reactions were so honest and open. From the moment he had made his first million women had gone out of their way to please him . It was a unique experience when someone didn’t .
“You’re acting like a bully, ” Mira retorted. She uncrossed her arms and turned her head to glare at him. He was smiling. Apparently , he found her anger amusing. She considered getting up and walking away or, better yet, punching him . James lifted his eyebrow as if reading her intentions. His eyes were twinkling. Suddenly seeing the absurdity of the situation, she laughed. James turned his head and looked at Mira. H er laugh was free and open , nothing like the polite little giggles of the other women he knew, and the musical sound was intoxicating . Despite his earlier vow to stay away, he found himself unconsciously leaning toward her.
Mira wiped her eyes and glanced at James to see his reaction. It wasn’t amusement or anger, but something much different . His gaze was deep, intense, and mesmerizing. Her throat turned to sawdust and any thoughts that were still in her brain grew wings and flew away. She tilted her head slightly and inhaled his heady, masculine scent. So close .
“Excuse me, miss?” Somebody tapped Mira on the shoulder and she jumped, almost hitting James in the nose.
He stood up , telling himself that he was glad for the distraction, and walked stiffly toward the bank of windows overlooking the runways . His cl othes were uncomfortably tight so h e reached down and surreptitiously adjusted
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