High-Powered, Hot-Blooded by Susan Mallery Read Free Book Online

He looked at the screen—the number was unfamiliar.
    “Yes?”
    “Hi. It’s Annie.”
    They had a business dinner to attend tomorrow night. “Is there a scheduling problem?”
    “No. We’re going to get our Christmas tree this afternoon and I thought you might want to come with us.”
    He stared at the phone a second before putting it back against his ear. “Why?”
    He heard the smile in her voice as she spoke. “Because it’s fun and you need a little Christmas in your life. No pressure. You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
    Which he didn’t. But instead of telling her that, he found himself asking, “What time?”
    “Four. My house. I don’t suppose you have a truck we could borrow? The tree never fits well on the top of my car.”
    “I have a fleet of trucks, Annie. That’s what I do.”
    “Oh. Right. Could we borrow a little one? Nothing with more than four wheels.”
    He shifted the phone to the other ear. “This isn’t about me at all, is it? You just wanted to borrow a truck.”
    “No. Well, the truck is a part of it, but I would have wanted you to come even if you’d said no to the truck.”
    “I’m not sure I believe that.”
    The humor fled her voice. “I won’t lie to you, Duncan.”
    “I’ll see you at four.”
    He hung up.
    Women had lied to him before. A lot of them. They lied to get what they wanted. He would swear sometimes they lied for sport. Valentina had been the biggest liar of them all. She had told him she loved him and then she had left.

    Annie changed out of her dress and low heels. She usually put on jeans after she got home from school, so there wasn’t anything unusual about that. The difference was this time she wasn’t just going to be hanging out at home. She would be seeing Duncan again and as much as she told herself it wasn’t a big deal, she’d yet to be totally convinced.
    To be honest, the man confused her. He’d bought her services as a pretend girlfriend to improve his reputation. Not exactly something that happened every day. She’d gone online and read several articles about him, which had proven he really was considered something of a bastard in the business world. But he’d also paid for an impressive party wardrobe, given Tim a second chance and he’d kissed her.
    The kiss was actually the most startling event, but she didn’t like to think about it too much. It had probably been for show, so everyone would think they really were together. A meaningless, practically sexless gesture. Well, for him. For her…there had been tingles.
    Not like the tingles when they’d danced. Those had been in her chest, more about feeling safe and content than anything else. But the kissing tingles were completely different. They’d zipped and zinged all the way through her body, pausing in her breasts and between her legs. Those tingles had made her think about kissing him again and what Duncan would be like in bed.
    Focus, she thought as she pulled on jeans. All the articles she’d read had talked about how he always got the details right. It was an excellent quality for a man to have in bed.
    She didn’t usually daydream about making love with a guy after a single date. Especially not a date that wasn’t real. But something had happened when his mouth had briefly claimed hers. Something wonderful.
    Now she reached for a red sweatshirt with Christmas geese marching across the front. Before putting it on, she wondered if she should wear something less boxy and more flattering. Something that would cause Duncan to see her as a…
    What? A woman? He already did. An actual girlfriend? Not likely. They were only pretend dating. She couldn’t let herself forget that. Besides, two guys had already broken her heart. Was she going for a personal best by making it three?
    She grabbed the sweatshirt and pulled it firmly over her head. She knew better, she reminded herself. The trick was going to be remembering that.

    “We won’t be decorating the tree