Yield to Me by Tory Richards Page A

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    Chapter 10

 
    “The senator’s expecting you, Mr.
Howard; go right in.”
    Brent ran an appreciative glance
over the senator’s secretary before walking past her desk and opening the door.
Senator Adams was sitting at his desk; his head buried in a mountain of
paperwork; a drink to the left of him and a plate with a half-eaten sandwich to
the right. The evening news was on the TV in the corner but he appeared to be
ignoring it.
    “Help yourself to a drink before you
sit down,” he instructed Brent, still not looking up from what he was reading.
“I’ll be right with you.”
    It was a little early in the day but
Brent decided he could use a good stiff drink. The portable bar held a little
bit of everything but he reached for the scotch, pouring a generous splash into
a heavy crystal glass before taking a seat in one of the leather chairs in
front of the desk. He was just relaxing back when the senator gave a deep sigh,
removing his glasses before tossing them down on top of the material he’d been
studying. Leaning back in his chair he linked his hands behind his head and
stretched, directing a narrowed gaze on Brent.
    “How’s my daughter holding up? She giving you any trouble?” The look in his eyes clearly
revealed he was slightly amused over the prospect. He clearly didn’t have a
clue that Sophie was nothing but trouble.
    Brent shrugged. “She’s your
daughter; what do you think?” Taking a sip of the best scotch money could buy, he studied the senator over the rim of his glass,
thinking about the lady in question. In fact, he couldn’t stop thinking about
her, which troubled him. The sex he could handle. All he wanted to do was kiss
that smart mouth of hers every time she opened it. Slide his tongue inside the
sweet warmth behind those sharp little teeth and drive them both a little wild.
Change the sass to a purr.
    It was the feelings she aroused in
him that he wasn’t prepared to deal with. He’d been prepared to dislike her.
    “Sophie’s a gentile lady. Her
grandmother, God rest her soul, raised her and she was from the old school.
I’ve never known my daughter to lose her control over any situation.”
    Well then, he doesn’t know his daughter very well. Brent thought about the scratches furrowing his chest, wondering
what the senator would say about those. And how wildly she
responded to being petted and played with.
    “For the most part you’re right on
the money.” He didn’t see the need in bursting the older man’s bubble. After
all, he was talking about a whole other issue. “But she’s shown a little spirit
now and again.” Unable to help the slight twitching of his lips he camouflaged
it with another sip of his drink.
    “You mean she’s not using her
womanly wiles on you to control the situation? While growing
up that little girl kept me twisted around her little finger using such
trickery. Something she picked up from her grandmother.” Senator Adams
paused long enough to take a sip of his drink. “My mother was a southern bell
during her day and taught Sophie that a little charm goes a long way. She’s
used to getting what she wants.”
    And knew how to
get it too. Brent wisely kept thought to
himself. He’d experienced a little of Sophie’s womanly seductiveness but he’d yet
to see the southern charm the senator was talking about, except maybe when she
was playing her damsel in distress act. He already knew how to handle that.
    “I think that’s the problem; she’s
not getting what she wants. I bring out the worst in her.” He couldn’t help the
little smile that spread across his chiseled lips, forgetting to disguise it
this time.
    The senator’s eyes narrowed
suddenly, giving Brent a long, hard look that quickly turned into a speculative
gleam. “That little bit of news is interesting.”
    Worried about the glint in his eye
Brent decided it was time to get down to business. He finished his drink, welcoming
the