Daniel by Kathi S. Barton Read Free Book Online

idea that she was hiding him from someone, and the only name he
could think of was Carver. When their menus were gone, he looked over at her
again.
    “I need your help. I think you want to
help me out, so I’m going to assume that you’ve changed your mind. Yes?” She
hissed her agreement. He liked this. “And the fact that I need to get on my
sister-in-law’s good side is only going to take a few hours of your time for a
few weeks. Is that, too, agreeable to you?”
    She leaned over, and he saw that her
napkin had fallen. Before she touched it, she reached out to his leg, and he
felt his cock leap. A scant second later it was all he could do not to stand
and scream like a little girl. She’d pinched him, hard, in the thigh. He knew
as surely as he was sitting there he’d have a bruise tomorrow.
    “I’ll help you. I don’t like you any
more than…hell, I think I hate you more than before, but you’ll have what you
want.” He could almost hear the “but you’ll pay dearly for it later.” “What
kind of piece do you want in your building, Mr. Hunter?”
    “It’s Daniel. If we’re going to be
working together, we should at least use our first names, don’t you think?” He
smiled because he knew she was going to call him “Mr. Hunter” even when he was making
love to her. He shifted on his seat and continued. “The lobby is…why don’t we
ride over there and I can show you?”
    “I’m sorry, I can’t go with you.” Daniel
turned to Ms. Fletcher, completely forgetting she was there still. “Reilly,
just sign off on this order and I’ll make arrangements to have it picked up. Also,
I got the shipment for the next show. I’ve not opened them yet, but I’m sure
they’re beautiful.”
    Lunch was cleared away, and O’Reilly
signed off on several of what looked to Daniel like contracts. He was impressed
that she read them over completely, even not signing one because of some
verbiage she didn’t understand. He nearly offered his help on it, but her glare
had him keeping quiet. This woman was hot.
    In the parking lot, the agent left, and Daniel
offered to take her in his car. She, of course, refused, and he simply slipped
into her car while she was getting in.
    “What the hell are you doing?” she sputtered.
“I didn’t want to ride with you. What on earth makes you think I want you to
ride with me? Get out.”
    “I can show you how to get there. And
there is a gas crisis. Just make a left onto Hamilton and I’ll show you where
to go.” He put on his seatbelt, sure that she was going to drive like a maniac
or toss him out while she was driving. “The lobby looks plain, and I don’t have
the artist flare to make it look professional.”
    She didn’t speak during the entire
twenty-minute drive. He kept up a flow of information. How long they’d been in
the building, the colors that had been installed. He’d even gone on to talk
about the feelings he got when he first walked in.
    “It has a great many windows in the
front. They bring all the light we need in during the day, so I’d like to have
the piece you make for us to be lit at night. Jesse, my brother, and I have a
big practice, plus we take care of the business for our family. Who is your lawyer?”
    “I am. What do you want to spend on this
piece?” she finally asked when they pulled into his lot. “Knowing will give me
a better understanding of what you want to do.”
    Daniel honestly had no clue. He knew
that she was very good and in very high demand, as he had read about her before
he’d had the meeting. Of course, even the Internet had her gender incorrect. It
never really said she was a male, but it didn’t say she was young woman either.
And there was never any mention of what she looked like.
    Her dark hair was always pulled back and
up from her face in some sort of ponytail or braid. He wondered if it was curly
or straight, because there never seemed to be a strand of it hanging loose. Dark
brows slashed over large