relationship and I don’t want that. She’d never open up to me then. Got to meet her some other way.
He had already reserved a room at Nashville’s downtown Sheridan Hotel, which, according to MapQuest, was fairly close to Saradon’s office.
Maybe, if I observe her long enough, I can manage to meet her socially. Since she’s single, I assume she’ll eat out occasionally or have an after-hours drink with her friends. So an accidental meeting wouldn’t be that farfetched.
And there were always her associates he could buddy up to and get info from, he reasoned, as soon as he discovered who they were. To that end, Trey hoped she had her suite of offices in a building that housed several other offices and therefore people with whom she hobnobbed.
His growling stomach reminded him that he hadn’t eaten anything substantial since breakfast. With his mind suddenly on food, Trey hoped Kayla Saradon liked expensive menus, since he was on an unlimited budget and would really enjoy a choice prime rib at whatever fancy restaurant she might choose on Romero’s tab.
Hell, even if she didn’t, he could pretend she did and he followed her there. Dr. Romero will never know the difference. With an exhaled breath, Trey silently nixed that idea. His conscience wouldn’t let him do that. He had never padded a bill in his career and he wasn’t about to start now, not even to stick it to a creep like Romero.
His bag rolling into sight brought Trey back to the present. He tucked his laptop satchel under his arm and snagged the larger bag, extended the pull, then headed for the car rental booth, to the disappointment of the ladies who had failed to catch his eye.
On the ride to the Sheridan Hotel, Trey continued to try and think of the best way of meeting Kayla Saradon. Then it dawned on him. He could pretend to be a reporter from one of the major health magazines, wanting to do a story on her.
What woman can resist that kind of professional flattery?
He had brought several false IDs with him, just in case. Having decided to use the alias Devon Walker, he phoned the office and told the secretary that if she got a call on his private line, which only she was authorized to answer when he was away, she was to verify it was Devon Walker’s office and he was a freelance reporter with Your Health Today magazine.
“Sounds like an interesting case you’re on, Trey.”
“It could turn out to be, Sarah. So don’t blow it for me.”
“I’ll be the soul of discretion, Mr. Walker .”
“You’re a peach.”
“So you’ve said before. Anytime you wanta take a juicy nibble, let me know,” she teased.
Trey laughed. They had that semi-sexual running joke between them, Sarah being several years older than he but young enough to remember the titillation of innocent flirting, and with a sometimes ribald sense of humor much needed in the staid atmosphere of M. J. and L.
“I’ll definitely keep that in mind, gorgeous.”
He hung up as he proceeded to the hotel’s underground parking. All the parking spaces near the elevators on the main parking level were taken, so he had to park at the lower level, at the end toward the back.
Cursing his luck, Trey retrieved his luggage from the trunk. Shouldering the laptop satchel strap, he gripped the carry-on with his left hand as he extended the pull handle of the heavier piece of luggage with his right. With a weary sigh, he began the long trek toward the elevator.
CHAPTER 12
Tuesday morning—The meeting
Kayla relaxed in her chair, smiling to herself, remembering her wonderful night with Harm—the massage, the fantastic foreplay, the slow and tantalizing sex that had left her comfortably drained and completely satisfied. But now to the order of the day. With a sigh, she sat up straighter and buzzed her secretary.
“Send in my first appointment please, Amelia.”
“She hasn’t arrived yet, Doctor. But there is someone here to see you. A reporter. A Mr. Devon
He had already reserved a room at Nashville’s downtown Sheridan Hotel, which, according to MapQuest, was fairly close to Saradon’s office.
Maybe, if I observe her long enough, I can manage to meet her socially. Since she’s single, I assume she’ll eat out occasionally or have an after-hours drink with her friends. So an accidental meeting wouldn’t be that farfetched.
And there were always her associates he could buddy up to and get info from, he reasoned, as soon as he discovered who they were. To that end, Trey hoped she had her suite of offices in a building that housed several other offices and therefore people with whom she hobnobbed.
His growling stomach reminded him that he hadn’t eaten anything substantial since breakfast. With his mind suddenly on food, Trey hoped Kayla Saradon liked expensive menus, since he was on an unlimited budget and would really enjoy a choice prime rib at whatever fancy restaurant she might choose on Romero’s tab.
Hell, even if she didn’t, he could pretend she did and he followed her there. Dr. Romero will never know the difference. With an exhaled breath, Trey silently nixed that idea. His conscience wouldn’t let him do that. He had never padded a bill in his career and he wasn’t about to start now, not even to stick it to a creep like Romero.
His bag rolling into sight brought Trey back to the present. He tucked his laptop satchel under his arm and snagged the larger bag, extended the pull, then headed for the car rental booth, to the disappointment of the ladies who had failed to catch his eye.
On the ride to the Sheridan Hotel, Trey continued to try and think of the best way of meeting Kayla Saradon. Then it dawned on him. He could pretend to be a reporter from one of the major health magazines, wanting to do a story on her.
What woman can resist that kind of professional flattery?
He had brought several false IDs with him, just in case. Having decided to use the alias Devon Walker, he phoned the office and told the secretary that if she got a call on his private line, which only she was authorized to answer when he was away, she was to verify it was Devon Walker’s office and he was a freelance reporter with Your Health Today magazine.
“Sounds like an interesting case you’re on, Trey.”
“It could turn out to be, Sarah. So don’t blow it for me.”
“I’ll be the soul of discretion, Mr. Walker .”
“You’re a peach.”
“So you’ve said before. Anytime you wanta take a juicy nibble, let me know,” she teased.
Trey laughed. They had that semi-sexual running joke between them, Sarah being several years older than he but young enough to remember the titillation of innocent flirting, and with a sometimes ribald sense of humor much needed in the staid atmosphere of M. J. and L.
“I’ll definitely keep that in mind, gorgeous.”
He hung up as he proceeded to the hotel’s underground parking. All the parking spaces near the elevators on the main parking level were taken, so he had to park at the lower level, at the end toward the back.
Cursing his luck, Trey retrieved his luggage from the trunk. Shouldering the laptop satchel strap, he gripped the carry-on with his left hand as he extended the pull handle of the heavier piece of luggage with his right. With a weary sigh, he began the long trek toward the elevator.
CHAPTER 12
Tuesday morning—The meeting
Kayla relaxed in her chair, smiling to herself, remembering her wonderful night with Harm—the massage, the fantastic foreplay, the slow and tantalizing sex that had left her comfortably drained and completely satisfied. But now to the order of the day. With a sigh, she sat up straighter and buzzed her secretary.
“Send in my first appointment please, Amelia.”
“She hasn’t arrived yet, Doctor. But there is someone here to see you. A reporter. A Mr. Devon
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