The Sweet Spot (Sweet And Spicy) by Mary Eason Read Free Book Online Page B

was rewarded with the smile that women sometimes got when a man finally admitted he needed a woman.
    “Tell me where to send them and I’ll have them delivered today.”
    Aiden took a piece of paper and jotted Cara’s work address and number.
    “Could you see if the florist can do something in brown…no, not brown, nutmeg?”
    Lois looked at him as if he’d just ordered black roses. “I can try. Any special reason.”
    “Yeah, because I want them to match her eyes.”
    “Aww…” Lois practically oozed that sentiment. “What do you want the card to say?”
    Aiden thought about it. Considered how embarrassing the truth would be to admit to Lois.
    He took the paper back from Lois and wrote:
    It’s only a mistake if you regret it. I don’t. I hope that you don’t either. I’ll be back in two weeks. And once is never enough to know it wasn’t a mistake. It was only enough to want more. I want more. Aiden.
    He didn’t look at Lois, but as he closed the door to Eric’s office he heard her say, “The girl’s a fool if she turns you down for seconds.”
    Aiden closed the door, barely stifling his laugh.
    The expression on Eric’s face was enough to wipe away any remnants of his grin.
    Aiden let go of his breath. This was not going to be an easy year.
    “Okay, who do we start with?” he asked his second in command before taking a seat across from him.
    “There are three clients, all major money clients that are threatening to pull their accounts right away. Somehow, word got out about the merger, but that’s not the worst of it. They’ve heard about Alfred’s shenanigans as well.”
    “Great. Who are they?”
    Three hours later, Aiden understood Eric’s concern. He was halfway through the busy afternoon filled with crisis conference calls to the major clients when Lois sent him an instant message.
    Mission accomplished. They’re called sassy brown, but the sales person assured me they were nutmeg. And they were delivered to her ten minutes ago.
    Aiden smiled. He could almost see Cara’s embarrassment.
     
    He messaged Lois back:
    You’re a miracle worker.
    Those are the kinds or miracles I like to work. Now, why don’t you do the same for Shelby?
    Easier said than done. But Aiden was determined to try.
    * * * *
    Cara felt as if she’d just drifted off to sleep when the shrill ringing of the phone next to her bed brought her back to the world she needed to forget for a little while.
    She lifted the receiver and said something. She wasn’t exactly sure what, never mind if it were civil. It was, according to her alarm clock, one in the morning. Whoever chose to call at one didn’t deserve civil.
    “Caught ya.” Aiden. Aiden’s husky baritone voice filtered through her sleepiness, clearing away the cobwebs.
    “ Aiden?” She couldn’t think of a single thing to say other than his name. She heard him laugh softly, which did disturbing things to her body.
    “ Aiden, its one in the morning.”
    “I know. I figured you couldn’t run from me at one in the morning.” While Cara tried to cover her embarrassment at being so obvious, she heard him ask, “Were you sleeping?”
    “Yes.” The word almost didn’t sound at all. She was finding it hard to breathe.
    “Are you alone?”
    “I’m not answering that. That’s none of your business.”
     
      "I don’t care if it is or if it isn’t. I want to know.” He sounded like the angry Aiden of earlier.
    Cara considered lying, but knew he’d see right through it.
    “I’m alone.”
    “Good. I’d ask what you’re wearing but I don’t think my body can stand hearing the truth.”
    “ Aiden,” Cara breathed while color crept over her body.
    He laughed again. “I can almost picture you right now, Cara. Want to hear how?”
    “No!” No, she didn’t need to hear how Aiden was imagining her. But she wanted to. During the daylight hours, she’d tried hard to push aside pictures of Aiden like she’d never seen him before. Naked. Touching her.