Ruining Mr. Perfect (The McCauley Brothers) by Marie Harte Read Free Book Online Page A

the office. Sunday afternoon and she had nothing better to do than work, despite Bill ordering everyone to take the weekend off. Yeah, fast tracking had its share of sacrifice. Stretching and deciding she’d had enough for the day, she left in her workout gear and headed for the gym.
    So busy the past week she’d skipped her workouts, she now felt an urge to run and not stop. As usual, when she took her nose from her computer, her thoughts streamed to Cameron and what he must be doing. She hadn’t spoken much with her roommates, so she had no idea how Beth and James’s separation was going. Part of her missed the camaraderie she used to have with Abby and Maddie. But with them having solid men in their lives and her burdened with work, she hadn’t had time to feel lonely.
    At the gym, she quickly worked up a sweat. She’d just finished her crunches and leaned back for a good stretch when John Willington loomed over her.
    “Hey, Vanessa. Haven’t seen you here in a while.”
    She nodded. “John. Been catching up on my new client.” She spared him a grin. “Bellemy Tech is impressive.”
    He sat next to her and lay back, linking his hands behind his head. He seemed to be there to exercise, not flirt with her, and she relaxed. “Yeah. Great company.” He paused. “My dad started it.”
    Somehow they hadn’t gotten to that during their one and only night out. He’d mentioned his million-dollar house in Green Lake, his cabin in Tahoe and his beach house in St. Croix, his job as a tech specialist, and then a rundown of the things that interested him . Nothing about the name of his company or that Daddy owned it.
    “Nice.” What else did one say to a statement like that? Congratulations?
    “Yeah. My sisters and I all work there. Company’s been doing great with new processor chips.”
    “I read that in the press release you gave us. Don’t worry. We’ll keep you in compliance.”
    “I have no doubt.” Okay. There. She noted the direction of his gaze, on her legs, and showed him she’d witnessed his study with a raised brow.
    He grinned, unrepentant. “Hey, what can I say? You’re beautiful.”
    “Thank you.” I know. “I’ll see you on Friday.” With that, she rose and walked away, not willing to waste her precious free time on John. She’d been immersed in his company for days. She’d see him on Friday and be done. For all that he hadn’t made a pass, something about him unnerved her. She didn’t trust that happy-go-lucky grace he’d shown with her unspoken rejection.
    As she made her way toward the juice bar in the back, lingering with no desire to go home to an empty house, she ordered a vitamin smoothie and sat at the bar.
    “Hey, Vanessa. What’s shakin’?” Cameron sat next to her, his T-shirt damp and his dark hair plastered to his forehead. One of the few men she knew who didn’t smell overly ripe after working out. Oddly enough, evidence of his hard work made him sexier.
    She immediately relaxed. “Well, stranger. How are you doing?”
    “Not nearly as good as I should be.” He groaned and sipped his drink, what smelled like coffee. “My father is driving me nuts.”
    She drank her vitamins, thirsty for more than juice—for more of Cameron McCauley. When she said nothing, just sat listening, he poured it out.
    “God, Vanessa. For the first few days we didn’t talk much. A good thing. He’s been working hard, and I’ve been hustling to find myself a new office.”
    “Did you find anything?”
    “Just signed the papers yesterday.” He told her the area and she nodded. As suspected, Cameron had money to afford looking at that primo section downtown.
    “So now I can escape to work,” he continued. “Well, next week I can escape to work. I’m currently having the office decorated.”
    “Using Maddie?” Her interior designer roommate.
    “Of course.” He frowned. “Flynn keeps telling her to charge me full price.”
    “If you’re leasing that office space, you can