She was hot when she got all fired up like that, but I didn’t like difficult women. At all. “Doing a few graphics jobs here and there isn’t working for yourself.”
She stood and crossed her arms. “If I ever decide to sell my company, it won’t be to someone who clearly does half assed research.”
“You don’t want this to get ugly, Ms. Sanders.”
She smiled and for a moment, a brief one, I was stunned. She wasn’t just pretty, she was beautiful. “I believe I do, Mr. Sayers.”
And stupid, clearly. “Then that’s how we’ll do it.”
Her laugh was thick and soft, like making out on a blanket in front of the fire. “Oh please, that was your plan from the start, let’s not pretend otherwise.”
Lacey jumped up. “Don’t mind my older brother. He’s not used to people telling him no, especially not women people. Thinks his charm can achieve anything.” She smiled, and surprisingly, Ms. Masters smiled in return.
“Well, we all have our delusions. Some days, I think I’m five-two and can sing like Adele.” She shrugged, commiserating with my sister like they were talking about a precocious child.
Lacey’s smile widened. “I like you.”
“I like you too, Lacey. I may not even hold your brother against you.”
“He’s right here,” I said angrily to both of them.
“Not for long,” Ms. Masters said, rounding her desk and pulling the door open, staring at me.
I stood and waited for Lacey to pass and then I stopped in front of the dreadful woman with the purple hair. With those crazy boots on she was just a few inches shorter than my six-four, and eager to get in my face too. “I hoped you’d be nice about this.”
“You mean you hoped I’d acquiesce.”
“Call it what you like.”
“Spoiled, that’s what I call it. I don’t want to sell my company so you’ll try every dirty trick in the book to get it. Yep, sounds like a spoiled brat to me.” Lacey snickered behind me but I couldn’t even respond because I was too distracted by the splash of freckles on her nose and cheeks, or the marble swirl of blue and green in her eyes. She licked her lips, drawing my attention to her lush, glossy pink lips. “Have a good day, Mr. Sayers.” She slid around me and went to Lacey. “Nice to meet you too, Lacey.”
I stared at her for a long second, trying to figure her out. Was this some kind of ploy to get more money out of me for the sale of the company or did the crazy woman actually think she could run the company?
I shrugged and walked away without another look. She didn’t want to do this the easy way, then the hard way it would be.
Poppy
“Thanks for your help, Bette.” The efficiency expert I hired before I walked into Out & About Apparel offices because I needed to know what I was up against, had just given me a preliminary report. The one thing I knew about corporations was that they thrived on waste. Used a lot of money on unnecessary things, usually at the top. I needed an objective opinion, one I could trust, before I could make any real decisions about OAA.
“No problem. So far things look like what you’d expect, but I’ll keep you up to date.”
“Once a week is plenty until you’ve finished your report,” I assured her. I’d spent the first six or seven weeks getting to know every one and every department as best I could which meant everyone was nervous around me, worried about their jobs. They didn’t need to worry, though because the company was performing well. Better than well and with minimum waste once you moved away from the executives.
The board members, were just plain assholes. At least some of them, which was weird because I was under the impression that they only cared about the money in the bank each quarter.
One member in particular, a woman with an affinity for pink suits, had been very nasty. Apparently, she didn’t appreciate my hair or my clothes. Or my ideas, though I suspect she hated the source more than the content. Not that I cared. Much. With majority stock in the company there wasn’t much they could do, individually. But the threat of Blake Sayers loomed over me like a damn black cloud.
It didn’t help that he showed up at the office whenever he pleased, with one board member or another in tow. The move was meant to intimidate me, make me worry about what he was plotting. But I already knew and I had an appointment with Mr. Hargrave just to straighten a few details out. Just in case. There was no reason why I should feel so proprietary of the company already, but I did. It was mine and while I had it, I would make sure the place was the best it could be. If I decided to sell, it wouldn’t be to Blake Sayers and it wouldn’t be before the year was up.
“Hey Poppy, what do you think if we make these thermal shirts reversible?” Reggie was the assistant lead designer and eye for color that helped Out & About Apparel rebound after two consecutive quarters below average.
“I like it. What if we invert the threading on the logo on one side? That way it looks like two different shirts.” He contemplated a moment and smiled.
“I think I like it. I’ll show you the finished product,” he said and raced off while I walked around just getting a glimpse of what’s going on. This was my favorite place in the whole building, always buzzing with energy.
“Are we in trouble or something?” April, the tall thin blond who ran design asked with nervousness. She was beautiful and capable and kind, a killer combination that was as rare as a unicorn.
“No, why do you ask?”
She looked over her shoulder and back at me. “You’re down here a lot and people are…worried.”
“Shit.” That was the last thing I wanted. “No, I just like the energy in this department, the colors and sketches all around.” But if it was making them uncomfortable, I would stop. “I, uh…I should…I’ll just go,” I told her and turned to leave.
“No, it’s okay, really.” April looked uncomfortable again and Blake Sayers’ words popped up in my head. Running OAA wasn’t the same as running my small design firm that was me and two other freelancers. I didn’t have the skills to deal with all these personalities. I ran my own business more casually.
“I really would like to see the new thermals when they’re done. Reggie did a good job.”
“Sure thing,” she smiled politely. “And Poppy?”
“Yeah?”
“We’re happy you’re here. The board wants to run this place like it’s the seventies,” she rolled her eyes. “And not the feathered hair and bell bottoms seventies. I’m talking shag carpeting and avocado linoleum.”
I laughed. “Thank you for saying that, April. You guys are doing great,” I called out so the rest of them could hear and then made my way back up to the executive offices.
“I tried to find you Poppy, but you left your cell in your office,” Talia was my best friend who was also acting as my assistant while I figured out if I would be CEO or former CEO. “Sayers is back.”
I groaned. “What now?” She shrugged but I didn’t have to wait long to find out because he stood, like a far too good looking Phoenix rising from the ashes, and grinned. “Did you think of more ways to insult me?”
His skin flushed pink and he shook his head. “I did not.”
“Then why are you here, Mr. Sayers?” I crossed my arms and Talia disappeared silently.
“I was hoping we could do something, maybe have a meal together, get to know each other a little better.” He flashed a smile and I won’t lie, it was a killer smile complete with dimples and those tiny little lines that said he enjoyed life when he wasn’t chained to a desk. His blond hair was just on the wrong side of tame, but somehow, he made it look perfectly groomed. That hint of wave made him look more charming than intimidating.
Too bad I no longer went for charming. I didn’t go for anyone or anything really, where relationships were concerned, but I especially stayed away from the ones who oozed charm. They were dangerous. Blake was hot and I would probably have a dirty dream or a dozen about him tonight, but those kinds of fires burned hot and left lasti
ng scars. I had enough scars to last a lifetime. “I don’t think that’s necessary, but thank you for the offer.” There, that was polite and courteous.
“Why not?”
His sister was right, he wasn’t used to hearing the word no. “Because I don’t want to, Mr. Sayers.”
“Blake. My name is Blake.” He shook his head. “Can we have some privacy?”
With a sigh, I nodded and let him follow me to my office. “Privacy.”
“I want to buy your business and we both know you’re going to sell it,” he said confidently. I had to laugh because I had no idea what I would with this company. So far, I enjoyed it and I had a year to run it and fall in love with it.
“You seem to know so much.” He was arrogant as hell and didn’t seem to mind.
“I know business and I know people. You don’t want the hassle of running a large company. Sell me the company and you can get back to running your little design business.” He sat back with a satisfied grin, like he was proud he’d said what he had to say and convinced me to do exactly what he wanted me to. Like I was some damn puppet and he was the master.
“Again, I see you know very little about which you speak.” He moved to disagree but I cut his words off with a flick of my wrist. “I have no plans to sell, Mr. Sayers and certainly not to you.”
“If you’re so sure, let me try to change your mind. Either you’re right and I get to spend some time with a beautiful woman or you’re wrong and I get your company.” He thought he was so clever.
“Sure,” I told him because I was cleverer. He wouldn’t be the first man to think they could seduce the chubby girl into doing their bidding. Many guys had found out in college and beyond, that pretty words did very little to get me out of my clothes.
“Tonight. Seven.”
So presumptuous. He probably had a restaurant and even a meal he picked out for his first seduction. “I have plans tonight, but I plan to hike Cimmaron Trail tomorrow, if you’re interested. I start at eight if you want a shot, if not, have a nice life.”
He looked disappointed and if he didn’t have an ulterior motive, I might feel something like sympathy for him. His lips curved seductively. “Scared to have dinner with me?”
“Not even a little bit. But you feel the need to prove something to yourself, so here we are.” It was a challenge and we both knew it. His blond brows rose curiously, and then he smiled and it was sexy and flirtatious and mischievous. “See you bright and early tomorrow, or not.” I held the door open and waited for him to exit before I went back to work.
And thought of anything, hell everything, other than those bottomless blue eyes.
Blake
Hiking. The insane woman wanted to go hiking. I leaned against my car as I scanned the parking lot in search of the purple haired woman who’d turned my plans upside down. Hiking. Women all over this city, and plenty of others, did all kinds of things to entice me to take them out, spend my hard earned money on them. All so they could be photographed with the other beautiful people, rub elbows with the rich and powerful and most of all, so they could finagle a commitment diamond from me.
But Poppy Masters had brushed all that aside in favor of hiking. Not just some simple trail that would allow her to strut her stuff in some skimpy hiking outfit, but a semi-difficult trail that would definitely work up a sweat. I was momentarily thrown, but not deterred. I wanted Out & About Apparel, bad, and I was prepared to do whatever it took to get it. I wanted the company and I knew a woman like Poppy Masters didn’t want the stress or responsibility of running a large company. She wasn’t that ambitious and I would help her see that.
A sleek midnight blue car pulled in a few spots away from my SUV and a woman stepped out. As soon as I saw the purple tipped high ponytail, I smiled. She had a bounce in her step as she approached and I couldn’t look away. Beige cargo shorts that should have looked terrible on her, highlighted long, legs, shapely and tan. She wore a too small black Aerosmith t-shirt and pink and beige hiking boots right out of the Out & About catalog. The shirt hugged her breasts and the long sleeve shirt tied around her waist showcased her hourglass shape. She wore a day-pack on her back and a pair of mirrored sunglasses that hid her eyes from me. I’d been wrong in my initial assessment of Poppy Masters. She wasn’t cute or even beautiful, she was goddamn stunning.
“You’re here,” she said by way of a greeting.
“In the flesh. Coffee?” I handed her a cup and she took it, careful to avoid touching me, I noticed.
“Coffee, mmm, thank you.” That sound, like a low moan, shot straight to my cock and I had to look away to focus on something else. Anything else. Maybe seducing her would be the easiest route. I could have her, get her business and forget her.
“Ready?” The word erupted much gruffer than I intended but she just rolled with it.
There were no tears or passive aggressive attitude, just a shrug as she passed me and tossed the full cup of coffee in the trash and made her way to the start of the trail. She was quiet as we went up the first steep incline, taking in the colorful flowers in bloom and the wild plants only found in this part of the state. I couldn’t help but look at her, specifically at the round curve of her ass and her long, confident strides. She wasn’t trying to attract me and that attracted me even more.
She was a hot little thing, Poppy Masters. She’d be a knockout if she actually tried to make herself attractive, like removing that silly purple from her hair and getting a proper haircut, getting rid of that damn green gem in her nose. Today was the first day I’d seen her in anything that wasn’t denim. Not that I was complaining.
“Are you all right back there?” Her voice sounded amused, like I was a joke.
“Fine. You?” I couldn’t deny that I was shocked at how well she’d handled the trail so far. She wasn’t chubby like Victoria said, but she wasn’t thin either. She was curvy, supple and feminine. Not hard like a woman who worked out regularly.
“I’m good. This is the perfect weather to do this trail now that so many of the flowers have bloomed.” She didn’t even sound out of breath, yet when we reached the second overlook, she took a few steps off the trail and handed me her water bottle.
“Cucumber?”
“It’s extra refreshing.”
It was damned refreshing and I needed it. Badly. But to her credit, Poppy said nothing, just absorbed her surroundings. She split a baby banana in half and handed it to me. “Thanks. You’re prepared.”
“I do this hike at least once a week when the weather allows it.”
“Really?” She glared at me and I had to smile. “You just don’t seem like the outdoorsy type. More of a treadmill or yoga girl.”
She held up a finger. “Woman. I already told you this is my home. I guess your research is off once again, Mr. Sayers.” We got back on the trail and continued the brutal climb to the top.
“Blake. My name is Blake. Got it?” She was determined to get under my skin any way she could.
“Whatever you say. Mr. Sayers.” Her expression was serious. For about ten seconds and then laughter bubbled out of her, pretty and feminine. Sexy. “What about you Blake, what’s your story?”
“My story?”
“Yeah. What moves you? Why adventures and apparel instead of Wall Street?”
“I inherited Peak Adventures, but I’ve always loved it and I knew if I wanted to run it, I could. My brother and sister also own part of the company but I’m the majority stakeholder. We grew up in Seattle but moved to Portland when I was about fifteen.” My dad always thought Portland was the perfect headquarters for his company and as soon as he needed bigger office space, we’d all made the move.
“So you’re a company man and a true believer?”
A laugh escaped at the way she put it. “I guess you could say that. This company means a lot to me.” And I needed to know what meant a lot to her. “What about you?”
“Me? I was born and raised in Portland, raised by my grandma after my parents died.
I run a little design firm and paint my nails all day long.”
“I didn’t mean it as a slight, you know.”
She laughed. “Of course you did. Don’t worry about offending me now, Mr. Sayers.”
“Blake,” I muttered back uselessly, taking a few moments to get my thoughts together. Agreeing to this hike, having my body compromised when my mind needed all the oxygen it could get to convince her to sell me her company, was a giant fucking mistake.
“This view never gets old,” she said a few minutes later when we reached the top of the trail that overlooked a large swath of green treetops and flowers for as far as the eye could see.
She wore a satisfied smile that I couldn’t turn away from, no matter how much my brain urged me to look away. There was something compelling about her and I hated it, because it made seduction tricky. “It must not if you hike it once a week.”
“It’s constantly changing.” Her tone was so reverent, so soft that once again, she pulled me in. Damn her.
“Maybe if you hiked a little less and put more into your design business, you won’t feel the need to keep OAA.” I was practically chained to my desk most days and even when I was out of the office, business never stopped. It was the key to success and someone needed to let her in on the secret.
She sucked in a breath as though I hit her, those blue-green eyes swirling with indignation. “My business does more than fine, thanks for your concern. Oh, and by the way, fuck you,” she said as cool as you please, stepped back on the trail and continued down. She didn’t look back for me once.
And when I got to the parking lot, her car was gone.
“This is Poppy,” she answered her phone with a chipper tone that I’d never heard before, certainly not directed at me. I’d decided to give her a few days to calm down after our hike, figuring she might not take my calls at all if I didn’t.
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