Who's on Top? by Karen Kendall Read Free Book Online

sustain this level of neurosis.”
    She tossed her napkin on the table and glared at him. “Sayers, you’re presuming a familiarity between us which does not exist and will not exist. I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt and assume that you’re attempting to tease me and not outright insultme, but we need to get that clear. I am not neurotic. I just happen to like fresh vegetables, okay?”
    â€œI stand corrected and chastened, Jane.” He looked anything but. “And I would never dare to get familiar with you. Unless of course you wanted me to.” He grinned.
    His words sent a flash of heat through her and she shifted in her seat uncomfortably. She didn’t dare acknowledge it, but the heat grew as she pictured Dominic getting familiar with her…right under the restaurant table…with a bare foot, his fingers or, even more shocking, his tongue?
    She almost gasped out loud at the image and she knew she needed to recover now, immediately, or he would read her thoughts; sense her state of arousal.
    â€œIs this how you behave around Arianna DuBose?”
    Dominic’s eyes flashed. His nostrils flared. His lips flattened into a thin line. His jaw tightened. “No.”
    He picked up the check and fished his wallet out of a back pocket, then slapped the bill down with a credit card.
    â€œYou’re not paying for my lunch,” Jane said evenly.
    â€œI am.”
    She pulled her purse onto her lap and dug out her wallet, catching the corner of her glasses with the flap. They clattered onto the tabletop and she felt herself flush dark red.
    Ignoring them and avoiding his sardonic gaze, she pulled a twenty out of her wallet and placed it on top of his credit card.
    â€œWe’ll go Dutch. I don’t want any questions raised about the objectivity of my evaluation.”
    He stood up. “Did I understand correctly? That must mean you haven’t already made up your mind.” His voice dripped sarcasm.
    Pig. Jane stood up, too. Then she jammed her glasses onto her nose and marched out of the restaurant ahead of him.

5
    J ANE SAT WITH HER ARMS FOLDED and stared straight ahead during the ride back to Zantyne Pharmaceuticals.
    â€œYou must be seeing things much more clearly now.” Dominic’s sarcasm had not abated.
    â€œYes, I am. How funny that I’d forgotten my glasses were right in my purse the entire time.”
    She wasn’t fooling him and they both knew it. He smirked with the knowledge that she’d wanted to be attractive for him and not look schoolmarmish.
    She wanted to mug him of that realization and smack the smirk into next year. Pig.
    Silently she recanted the insult, remembering that she was supposed to be a professional, and professionals remained objective in situations like this. I neither like nor dislike Dominic wanking Sayers. Ahem.
    Try again, Jane. I neither like nor dislike Dominic Sayers. I neither li—
    â€œFront-door service with a smile,” he interrupted her affirmations. “It’s wet, nasty weather, so I’ll let you out here and go park the car on my own.”
    Jane blinked. “Thank you,” she said, getting out of his car. She had to admit that pigs weren’t generally gentlemen. I neither like nor dislike Dominic Sayers….
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    D OMINIC WATCHED J ANE O’T OOLE as she walked crisply in her London Fog to the doors of Zantyne and pulled one open with a little more force than necessary. Every hair on her head seemed to quiver with indignation, and her glasses glinted with it, too.
    Well, doesn’t the truth hurt, sweetheart. You had made up your mind about me and you don’t like being called on it.
    Dom snorted. “Objectivity, my ass.” He pulled the Jaguar into a parking slot and sat there for a moment, reflecting about his situation. He wasn’t sure why one moment he liked Jane O’Toole and the next he despised her. He also wasn’t sure why he was