The Dallas skyline even during the day was impressive. She rarely came into Dallas; she had no reason to. But even she recognized uptown when she saw it. The price of real estate was off the charts here. If ever there was a cosmopolitan place in the state of Texas, uptown Dallas was it. Suddenly, she became extremely curious about Zach's life and lifestyle. Up until now, when she'd allowed herself to think of him, it was thoughts of how to stay out of his path, how she could stay friends with Hannah, and how unfair it was that Zach hated her simply because her last name was Turner. When she thought about him, she always envisioned him at the ranch, and for some reason, her mind never turned to where or how he lived for the majority of his time, which was in Dallas.
But now, as he pulled into an underground car park in a lavish high rise and they began walking toward a bank of elevators, her need to know more about the man beside her was paramount.
He held his hand firmly on the small of her back as he guided her inside the elevator and pressed a button that sent them on an upward course.
It wasn't until the elevator rose to the top of the building and opened into an opulent apartment that Katie realized they were in a residential high rise instead of an office building. She'd assumed they were stopping at his office for some reason or other, and only now understood that he had brought her to his home in the city.
Her trepidation was strong, but her curiosity was stronger. As she stepped across the threshold, her breath caught at the beauty and subdued elegance around her. His tastes ran to the traditional, with a masculine bent, but there were eclectic touches everywhere. Large splashes of brilliant color dramatized the interior in paintings that she assumed were original works of art, creating a bold design as well as, undoubtedly, a future investment for him.
She followed him through to a state of the art kitchen, and stopped in dismay as he walked to the refrigerator and took out a large casserole dish and put it in the microwave, and then turned to face her, where she stood in the doorway of the room.
"Is chicken alfredo okay with you?" He asked as he watched her hovering.
Katie tried to get her sluggish brain to function. Seeing him in this domestic milieu was throwing her for a loop. "N-no, thank you. I've already had lunch. I'm not hungry." She told the truth; the butterflies crowding around in her stomach left no room for even the thought of food. She needed to get a grip on herself and her fear. No matter how much Zach intimidated her, he was Hannah's brother and she knew he'd never hurt her. Just because they were alone in his apartment, that didn't change anything. He wasn't dangerous. He wouldn't hurt her. As she tried to breathe steadily, those things ran like a mantra through her head.
Zach observed the slender girl in front of him. No, she wouldn't be used to eating more than the obligatory three meals a day. She certainly would never have a problem with her weight. Her small breasts and delicate hips were accentuated by the slender curves she possessed. His body tightened as anticipation lashed him in coils of atavistic need.
The microwave beeped and he forced himself to turn and dish out a single plate of food. He poured two glasses of iced tea, handed her one, then turned and began eating while he stood leaning against the counter, holding his plate.
Katie took a sip of the tea and tried not to be obvious about watching him. She'd never seen anyone stand and eat when they were in their own home where there were chairs and a table available. She hovered quietly and watched him inhale his food. He ate in a very mechanical way, as if he were only going through the motions of eating for the fuel his body needed. "Did you make that last night?" She asked, unable to contain her curiosity any longer as she indicated the casserole with a slight wave of her hand.
"My domestic abilities don't run that deep. My housekeeper cooks for me a few times a week and keeps my refrigerator stocked." He wolfed down another bite, like a starving man who had been doing hard physical labor instead of sitting behind a desk making corporate decisions or whatever he did all day. "I got sick of take-out and fast food about a year ago and settled into this routine."
After a few more large bites that completely cleared the plate of food, Zach turned and put the dish in the sink and ran water over it before swallowing the entire glass of tea in one huge slug.
Katie continued to watch in fascination. To her way of thinking, he was acting more like a Texas ranch hand than a Texas businessman. He turned to face her. "Are you finished with that?" At her nod, he took her glass and deposited it in the sink, too.
He ushered her out of the kitchen and into the living room where he indicated that she sit on the sofa. After she slowly complied, her nerves took another jolt as he sank down beside her instead of choosing one of the chairs that flanked the couch. Her tension etched up a notch as he leisurely reached over and picked up a strand of her hair and began rubbing it between his fingers, while his eyes ran over her in such a fascinated and possessive manner that Katie's throat closed up.
Her mind splintered in a million directions at his curious actions. But one thought rose to the surface. She had to get out of here. She pulled back from him, but his hand stayed on her hair, pulling on her and creating a live wire of electricity between them that was so strong she was shocked at the depth of its physical intensity. Her eyes flared wide as she looked at him questioningly.
Katie could see that he was examining her reactions and the look in his eyes became even more intense. He studied her as if she were an intriguing puzzle, one that he wanted to solve. She stared in alarmed curiosity as his eyes dropped to her breasts and heat tinged his cheekbones before he lifted his eyes to hers again and finally asked, "Are you sexually active, Katie?" His voice was a deep drawl, as calm as if they were discussing the weather, but the tic in his cheek told of his unconditional involvement in the answer she might give.
Feeling the oxygen stick in her throat, anxiety slithered through Katie at the loaded question and with only a momentarily delayed reaction, she jumped up from the couch, feeling the jerk on her scalp before he let her hair go with a look of extreme reluctance. Her legs became tangled in her need to escape and she stumbled toward him. Without hesitation, he reached out from where he sat and steadied her, his hands going to her hips, in nothing less than a controlling caress. Her hands fell to his shoulders in a bid for stability, and his fingers ran up and down her waistline, as if to soothe her.
It didn't soothe her, not a bit, and she pulled away from him and began backing to the door, keeping him in her line of sight for the moment.
With a long drawn out sigh, he continued to sit while she turned and rushed to the door on trembling limbs.
"I want to leave now," Katie demanded in a firm voice, but inside, she was quaking. Screw Josh and Hannah; they were on their own. Katie had stalled Zach as long as she could; she needed out of this apartment, now.
Damn him and his question. She wasn't sexually active, she might not ever want to be sexually active again, and she knew if she ever did, it wouldn't be with someone like Zachary McIntyre, who scared the shit out of her with his intense masculinity.
Her hand landed on the doorknob, but it wouldn't turn. "How do you unlock this door?" Distress banged loudly through her veins and she vaguely realized that hysteria wasn't far from the surface.
Zach casually leaned back and locked his hands behind his head, as if he had all the time in the world and her nerves took another jolt. "It's on a remotely activated sensor. It won't open until I unlock it."
Katie turned fully to face him, her eyebrows coming together in a scowl as she tried with everything inside of her not to be intimidated. "Unlock the door, Zach."
"Do you have student loans, Katie?" His voice was deep, coming from across the room as he questioned her, the point he was trying to make unknown to her.
"What? Why? Some. What does it matter? Oh my God. Are you afraid I'm going to try to get money from Hannah? Is that what this is all about?" Katie's anger mingled with her confusion and fear and ignited into a bristling ball of fury.
Zach studied Katie and paused a moment before answering, wondering how he'd fucked up so badly already. He took a deep breath and tried to get a hold of the situation. His fucking intellect always took a hike whenever Katie Turner was around. "No, that's not it. I'm sure you wouldn't pull any crap like that. I thought that--." He stopped and studied her expression to see if she was catching on, but she wasn't. Did he even know what he was asking? "I can pay your loans off in return for . . . " Zach almost winced when he heard his own words. "Shit. Never mind." Fucking smooth, McIntyre. You run a multi-million dollar company and that's what almost came from your mouth? You're so fucking hard up for this chick that you're offering her money to what? Spend some time with you? Goddamnit, he wished he could back up five minutes and start all over.
Katie was stunned that she was in this predicament. Suddenly she was locked in Zachary McIntyre's apartment, the sole object of his attention, when only an hour ago she'd been on campus minding her own business. And then his words penetrated the mist in her head and his meaning screamed through to her. She watched him leaning against the cushions like a sultan interviewing his next concubine. She swallowed with some difficulty and forced her throat to work. "You're talking about sex?" Her voice rose and she began to shriek from the raw emotions surging through her. "You're talking about paying me for sex? You think I'm a hooker? A whore?"