Temperatures Rising by Brenda Jackson Read Free Book Online

no-strings-attached affair? Why couldn’t she forget about that jerk who evidently hadn’t appreciated her? And couldn’t she temporarily suspend the idea of a little house and white picket fence? That could come later with some nice, willing guy who shared her views on the whole forever-after thing. What she and he needed to concentrate on was the needless torture they were going through now.
    “How many times do I have to tell you that an affair between us won’t work, Terrence?” she said with impatience in her voice.
    “As many times as I’m going to tell you that it will not only work but it’s a necessity.”
    She rolled her eyes. “A necessity? That’s a good one.” Her lips twitched in a smirk.
    Now he was the impatient one. “Don’t let me wipe that smirk off your face in a way that will have you moaning my name, Sherri.”
    Her smirk immediately turned to a frown. “I think you’ve said enough. My uncle may have given you free rein to say or do what you please around here, but I’m not included on your agenda.”
    He moved a step closer. “Baby, starting today youare my agenda,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “Don’t confuse the Mr. Nice and Persistent guy from before. Now all is fair in love and war.”
    She lifted her chin and glared at him. “Oh, now are you saying you’re capable of falling in love?”
    Now it was his turn to frown. “No, what I’m saying is not even close. But actions will speak louder than words. You’ll see what I mean.”
    “I’m opposed to whatever you’re thinking of doing.”
    A mischievous smile touched his lips. “Okay, I’ll keep that in mind.”
    She inhaled deeply. “You really don’t get it, do you?”
    He chuckled. “Yeah, it’s kind of hard for me to get it when you’re emitting such hot vibes whether you want to send them or not. Now I’m giving you fair warning that I plan to act on them. And trust me when I say that you’ll be the one getting it. Now if you will excuse me I need to go check on things at the club. You’re welcome to join me for dinner if you like.”
    “No, thank you,” she said firmly.
    He smiled. “If you change your mind, just show up. I like surprises.”
     
    “He likes surprises. The nerve of the man!” Sherri muttered under her breath as she made her way backto her office. She had a good mind to turn around and tell him just where he could stick those surprises he liked so much.
    Her footsteps halted when she saw her uncle walking quickly toward her office. “Uncle Warrick, you need to see me?”
    “Yes, I just got a call from Jeremy Wilkins. He’s decided to sell WSOV after all and wants to give me first dibs.”
    Sherri couldn’t help but smile. “Uncle Warrick, that’s wonderful. I know how long you’ve wanted to operate a station in Memphis.”
    “Yes, well, keep your fingers crossed that the negotiations are successful. Wilkins can be hard as nails at times, and he knows how much I want that station. The worst thing you can ever do is to let your opponent know how anxious you are to get something.”
    Evidently nobody ever told that to Terrence, she thought. “How soon will you be leaving?”
    “Just as soon as I can get to the airport,” he said as they walked toward her office. “Wilkins has sent his private jet for me. I put my feelers out, and from what I hear he’s in a little financial bind. He might know I want to buy the station, but it helps me to know just how much he needs to sell it.”
    Sherri admired her uncle. His goal had been toown at least five radio stations before he turned forty, which he’d done. Now, at fifty-five, he owned fifteen across the country.
    “That means I’m leaving you completely in charge while I’m gone,” he said as they entered her office. “It might take me a full week to work out all the details and return as owner of station number sixteen.”
    Her uncle’s excitement was contagious. “Don’t worry about a thing while you’re away. I’ll