your plans if that recent rumor about your interest in joining Nathan in his hotel line is any indication.”
“Since I suspect you heard it from Keira and Nathan, it’s hardly a rumor.”
“She mentioned it at dinner the other night.”
Booth was secretly pleased she’d kept tabs on him, even if it was just about his business interests. “May I come in?”
She stepped back. “Since you’re here.”
Undeterred, he moved into the hallway and saw several rooms shooting off the main stretch of hardwood. “How’s everything going with Sinclair?”
“Is that why you’re here?” Camryn turned away from the door, her hands finding their way to her hips. “To spy on me?”
“I was actually concerned I’d get here to find you trying to figure out where to hide the body.”
“Sinclair’s lovely.”
“He’s a pit bull. Which is why he’s outstanding at what he does, but ‘lovely’ is hardly an apt descriptor.”
“I left him about a half hour ago so I could get some work done. He was hunting through the back of my closet the last I checked.” Booth didn’t miss the irritation in her eyes. “This is a waste of time, you know that. I’ve got a perfectly appropriate wardrobe and all I’m doing is giving a speech, not participating in a modeling shoot.”
Booth had no problem with her clothing—her prim and proper business suits had been making him hot for the better part of a year—but he felt honor-bound to give Sinclair his due. “He’s got a vision for the sales meeting. Surely you can’t deny the man his vision?”
“He’s obsessed with my shoes.”
Booth couldn’t resist making a show of staring at her legs. “I can’t say I blame him.”
“You’re an odd man.” A mischievous light hit her dark eyes. “A determined one, but odd all the same.”
Determined wasn’t even the half of it.
He’d been counting the days until they could get out of town and resume their exploration of something private together. “Determination leads to action. But putting that aside, I’m a red-blooded American male who can appreciate a woman’s legs when she wears heels. Add on the fact that we’re headed to Hawaii and it gives you natural permission to let your hair down.”
With one last bemused shake of her head, Camryn lead him to a small bedroom outfitted as her home office. Her thin, sleek laptop was open on a small writing desk, a notepad by its side. A stack of folders, all neatly ordered, sat on the edge of the desk. Other than those few items, nothing was out of place. Instead, the room held a quiet grace that had her subtle style stamped across every inch of it.
“So if you’re not here to spy on me or seduce me, why are you here?”
His thoughts momentarily fumbled at the word seduce, but he forced himself to keep it together. “I’ve got a business proposition for you.”
Her gaze sharpened with interest as she gestured him to the couch. “Oh?”
“I’ve secured a business meeting Friday in San Francisco with a team of Asian investors. They’re interested in expanding their business interests and would be more than open to meeting with multiple media companies on their visit to the States. I think they’re contacts you’d like to have and I’d like you to join me.”
“I can hardly say no.”
“I know.” Booth knew the opportunity to meet such a lucrative media team from overseas would entice her to join him. And regardless of the interest brewing between them, he knew Camryn was an incredible asset to take to the meeting. The time together was simply an added benefit.
“I’ve got the jet ready to depart first thing Friday morning. Can you juggle your day to join me?”
A distinct haze of cursing floated from the depths of the apartment and Camryn turned toward it with a wry eye. “If you can persuade Sinclair to speed it up, then yes, I can make it work.”
The cursing got louder as the man in question made his way toward the office. “Oh. Booth. You’re