His Virgin Acquisition by Maisey Yates Read Free Book Online Page B

anything, the fire and excitement burning in her now. “I want to set up a website with online ordering. I also think the way the warehouses and call centers are run could be streamlined for greater efficiency and lower operating costs.”
    Her heart was beating a little faster, as it always did when she talked about the company. The man sitting on her couch had nothing to do with it.
    “Very good.” To his credit he didn’t sound surprised, but still it made her feel defensive.
    “Thank you. I’m actually pretty smart, you know.” She couldn’t resist adding, “I graduated from high school two years early, and I was at the top of my class at Harvard.”
    “And look at all you have to show for it.”
    She narrowed her eyes. “Is that an insult?”
    “Only if you’re unhappy with what you have to showfor it.” And, judging by his critical expression, he thought she should be.
    “Hey! He tells jokes,” she said balefully.
    “I’d do a song and dance but …I know where my talents are best served.”
    “And, as you know, sticking to what you’re good at is the key to success.”
    He nodded, his hard features serious. “That and perseverance.”
    She would be shocked if Marco De Luca had ever had to practice much perseverance. He seemed like the kind of man who’d had everything handed to him in life—mostly because she couldn’t imagine that very many people were brave enough to deny him anything. And even if they were brave enough, he was a very charismatic man. He drew people to him. She was sure he was very good at getting what he wanted, using honey or vinegar.
    “So, what is it that you hope to get from our arrangement?” Marco asked.
    “I want exactly what I said upfront. I want my father’s company. Nothing more or less.”
    “You’re an ambitious woman, Elaine. I find it hard to believe that you would be content with just your father’s company when you could try and obtain so much more.”
    “Why? You think because I’m a woman that my highest end goal is to just marry some rich guy and spend my days lunching and shopping? I respect myself far too much to have my happiness be determined by a husband or anyone else.”
    Her own mother had been pathetic that way. Chasing after men in an attempt to gain the attention of an indifferent husband, searching for some sort of acceptance and validation at the hands of others. Elaine was making herown way, her own success. She certainly wasn’t going to become the kind of simpering female her mother had been.
    She’d worked so hard to distance herself from that sort of behavior. Ironic that one small rumor about her and her direct supervisor at Stanley Winthrop had undone every ounce of her work. Marco had been right about reputations: they were difficult to build up but so very easy to tear down.
    A snide comment made from a co-worker she’d dated briefly, who’d taken offense at the fact that she hadn’t jumped at the chance to sleep with him, had spread amongst other jealous interns until it had somehow blossomed into its own entity. She’d been sick when it had finally reached her. The story was that she’d been having illicit sex with her very nice, very married boss. And the man who had relayed it to her had gleefully given her all the graphic details that he’d heard.
    It had been indescribably painful, knowing that someone she’d cared about, someone she’d kissed, had said such awful things about her, had set out to ruin her because she wouldn’t hop into bed with him. She’d avoided men since then. No dates. And she honestly hadn’t had many before that. Which was why, at the ripe old age of twenty-four, she was still a virgin. Which was fine with her. Hormonal awakenings had kind of passed her over. Until recently.
    Marco settled on the couch, his dark eyes trained on her. “Just as well that you feel that way, as I have no intention of being tied down by a wife. Not permanently, at least.”
    “At least we agree on that