Taking a deep breath, she put a smile on her face, then returned to the barn. “How’s the work coming along?”
Jeremy leaped forward to grab her hand. “Look what we got done.” He brought her over to a line of sheet metal parts laid out on a tarp. “We have to number each panel,” he explained. “Then we put the same number on the frame. And then we know where everything will fit.” He pointed to a piece. “See that one?” He raced to the metal carcass. “We put it here.” He stopped, stared. “Wait. I think—” He frowned. “Will?”
Will was there quickly, putting his hand on Jeremy’s shoulder. “It goes there.”
Jeremy’s brightness immediately returned. “Right. There. See, Harper?” Her brother smiled at Will. “Thanks. You’re so cool.”
Will smiled at Jeremy with the light of affection in his eyes as he said, “You’re cool, too.”
Harper instantly melted. Not from the naughty thoughts she’d been having about Will all week...but from the kind, friendly look on his face. And suddenly, in the face of his kindness to her brother—kindness that had been utterly lacking in every man she’d been with before him—all those reasons for distancing herself from Will didn’t seem quite so important anymore.
Because for the first time in her adult life, Harper desperately wanted to take a risk with an incredibly hot guy, one who wanted her in a way no one else ever had. That freedom she’d tasted during their dinner at Cannelli’s and the drive to the aqueduct had her longing to unfurl her wings. Wings that felt as if they’d been clipped long ago.
Somewhere between a deep craving for a few thrilling flights outside her normal life and Will’s whispering those deliciously naughty intentions to her, she couldn’t help but wonder if hot sex with him might not be the end of the world. At least, as long as she didn’t get overly emotional and involved.
Holding onto as much of her sanity as possible—while always remembering that Will was just a short-term pleasure—would be the key to the whole equation. Even if his friends found out, well...she didn’t care what they thought, right? Not if, for once, she was going to do something entirely for herself.
Something totally wild and crazy like seducing Will Franconi.
She wasn’t so far gone that she thought it would mean anything more to him than dinner, drinks, and sex—and she wouldn’t let herself get attached. She’d be cool, calm, and collected. At least, she’d be calm and cool until he touched her...or she touched him.
Then she’d let loose the wild woman inside her.
Only, she couldn’t possibly seduce him in what she was wearing—jeans and a T-shirt with a plain white cotton bra and panties beneath. She needed new lingerie. She needed new clothes.
She needed new everything.
“You guys look like you’re doing great,” she said in an overly bright voice. “You don’t mind if I head out for a bit and let you work, do you?”
“I’m good with Will,” Jeremy said, turning back to the car, clearly having already forgotten her.
But Will didn’t look at all happy about it. “Are you sure you can’t stay?”
“No, I really can’t.” Because if she actually went forward with her plan to seduce him, she was going to do it right. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
His dark eyes held hers for a long moment, somehow seeming to pull her straight to him. “We’ll miss you.”
She almost reached for him then, almost blurted out that she’d made up her mind to give his intentions a whirl. But she still felt like a butterfly wrapped in its safe little cocoon.
By the time she returned to him this afternoon, she planned to have her brightly colored wings unfurled.
* * *
Harper was on the run, damn it!
Will had driven himself nuts thinking about her all week, planning the ways he’d tease her today. Fool that he was, he’d thought giving her some space to relive their crazy chemistry over and over would make her wild and crazy for him, too, when she finally saw him again.
Instead, she’d taken a business call, then rushed off.
Will was used to people wanting something from him, especially women. But Harper didn’t seem to want anything. Not even the things he was dying to give her. Just the opposite—he had to cajole and seduce her every step of the way, whether it was about the Maserati or a date...or to get his hands on her.
So today it was just Jeremy and him. Not that working with Jeremy didn’t have its own rewards. The kid was intelligent, he just had trouble with bigger concepts. But he followed instructions well. They worked companionably all day, continuing to number the shipment of sheet metal panels that had arrived on Friday.
“Great teamwork,” he said when they broke for the roast beef sandwiches Mrs. Taylor brought. She’d included milk and cookies as if they were kids.
“Thanks, Mrs. Taylor.” Jeremy’s voice was loud in the barn. He used a big voice when he was excited. Or when he met new people. Just as he had last weekend with Evan.
“You’re very welcome.” A short, rotund widow with white hair, Mrs. Taylor had been Will’s housekeeper for five years, moving with him from his previous house in San Mateo. She fixed meals when he was at home, did the cleaning, the shopping, laundry, household errands. Once a month, Will had a service come in to do all the heavy work, saving Mrs. Taylor’s back.
“I like her,” Jeremy confided after Mrs. Taylor had returned to the house in a golf cart. “She makes really good sandwiches.”
“She does.” There wasn’t much not to like about Mrs. Taylor.
Jeremy talked with his mouth full. “When are you going to take Harper out again?”
Will, in the middle of swallowing, almost lost his roast beef. “Do you want me to take your sister out again?”
Jeremy nodded vigorously. “I like you.” He chomped off a bite of cookie even though he hadn’t finished his sandwich yet. “You’re a lot nicer than the other guys she goes out with.”
Jealousy hit Will like he was a crash test dummy, straight in the chest, at the thought of Harper with another man. But he wouldn’t use Jeremy to get information about Harper, so he didn’t ask any questions. He merely said, “I like you, too, Jeremy. And I like Harper.”
Jeremy beamed, his eyes aglow. “Then it’s a deal. You take her out.”
“I have to ask Harper first.”
“She’ll say yes. She likes you. She always comes into the room to listen when we use Skype.”
“Maybe she’s just checking up on me.”
Jeremy shook his head, turning all the way to the right, then the left in an exaggerated movement. “Nuh-uh. She likes you. I know. Whenever I talk about you, she gets this funny look in her eyes. Like she’s dreaming even though she’s awake.”
Again, though Will loved getting this inside scoop on the woman he couldn’t stop thinking about, he wouldn’t allow himself to pry any more information out of Jeremy. “Let’s just wait until she gets here, okay?”
Which meant, unfortunately, that he’d have to dig deeper into his reserves of patience. Reserves that were running really thin where Harper was concerned.
But it wasn’t only patience Will was nearly out of by the time Harper finally returned—it was also self-control.
When she left, she’d been wearing jeans. Now she wore a gorgeous dress that skimmed her curves and flowed down in long lines to her calves. Her sandals laced up over her ankles and met the bottom of the dress, looking like something a gladiator would wear. And what made Will’s self-control nearly snap completely was his realization that the gauzy material of the dress was almost see-through in the light from the open barn door behind her.
The faint outline of long legs made his mouth dry up. The neckline dipped low, cushioning a teardrop necklace between her breasts. A hint of lace peeked out. The sun was a halo around her hair, a gentle breeze lifting the locks, and her lips were the luscious shade of ripe plums, a deeper color than the usual pink she wore.
She stole his breath.
She made his jaw hit the floor.
She drove him crazy.
Which was exactly where Will wanted to go with Harper—utterly crazy.
* * *
The look on Will’s face was worth every single penny she’d spent. He seemed stunned, unable to speak, unable to move, able only to look.
And to want her in the same way she’d been wanting him.
Oh yes, definitely worth it. What’s more, she felt sexy and desirable, from the new makeup to the new sandals to the new dress. And everything new underneath. It had been a really long time since she’d treated herself...and she wondered suddenly why she’d waited so long.
“We had a good day,” he told her. “Got a lot accomplished.”
“We even marked a bunch more panels that we still have to match up,” Jeremy rushed to add.
“That’s great.” She beamed at them both, easily able to see how happy they were with the day’s work. Two peas in a pod...who would have thought? The billionaire and her brother.
She was still marveling at that when she realized Will was saying, “Jeremy has given me his permission to take you out to dinner tonight.”