Defiant Mistress, Ruthless Millionaire(5)

Callie rose and followed Josh through to his office. She gasped as they  entered. The floor-to-ceiling windows offered a near seamless view of  the central business district and then up the inner city harbour. She  almost felt as if she could step off the carpet and straight into the  air over the glistening waters. But there, smack in the centre of the  CBD, stood the Palmer building. It was as if he could peer down through  the tinted glass and see right inside from here.

A frisson of disquiet pricked at her senses. One that made her wonder if  it was more than just business rivalry that had Tremont Corporation a  step ahead of the Palmers at almost every turn. But that was ridiculous.  Virtually everything about the Palmers' world was public knowledge and  there were no skeletons in their closets.

"Stunning, isn't it? I never tire of the view. You almost feel as if you own it all."

He'd moved in close behind her. So close she could feel his breath on  the back of her neck. Rather than intimidate, it sent little sparks of  flame licking along her skin. This was crazy, Callie thought, he isn't  even touching me and I …  She jammed a lid on the notion before it could  form fully in her mind, because if it did, she'd be admitting to an  attraction she knew she should never act on nor reveal.

She wasn't here to have a mutually satisfying fling-although Josh  Tremont was very much the kind of man that spoke to her femininity. He  was strong, and without a shadow of a doubt he was good looking, but  above all that he had an aura of survival that appealed to her on a  level that went beyond the instinctive. For that reason, if not her  promise to Irene, she knew she couldn't succumb to his charm.

She'd trained herself to make her choices based on rational thought, not  on gut feeling. She would not change that now, not for anything or  anyone.

Callie stepped sideways to put some space between them, and turned away  from the window. She allowed herself a steadying breath before she could  trust herself to speak.

"Yes, the view is quite spectacular. How on earth do you get any work done?"

"It's my motivation to work."

"How so?"

"I've seen worse things and I have no desire to see them again."

Callie nodded. "I know what you mean."                       
       
           



       

She risked a look at Josh, surprised to find him already staring at her,  a considering look in his eyes. His wide, sensually shaped lips curved  into a smile.

"Yes. Yes, you would."

His voice reverberated in the space between them, stroking her barely  controlled senses back into full flame. A flame that died out just as  rapidly. He knew that much about her?

"Funny thing, don't you think?" he continued. "The harder we work for  what we have, the more determined we become to hold on to it."

She stiffened. He struck a little too close to her core. She summoned a  noncommittal response and it must have sufficed because he gestured to  the sideboard across the office where silver chafing dishes emitted a  delicious aroma. Crockery and cutlery were stacked to one side.

Josh walked over and grabbed one of the white bone china plates and handed it to her.

"Here, would you like me to serve?"

Callie's fingers brushed his as she took the proffered plate.

"No, thanks. I'll serve myself."

"Are you always this independent?" Josh asked, cocking his head slightly  to one side as if he were still assessing her and hadn't quite found  the right-shaped hole for her particular peg.

Callie allowed herself a smile. "Yes, always."

Josh gave her a small nod. "Duly noted."

They were eating their lunch, a light Thai green curry with fluffy  jasmine rice and salad, when an alert sounded on Josh's computer.

"That's Drew."

He buzzed the other man in and walked through to the main office to  greet him. Callie placed her plate down on the coffee table in front of  her and stood as they came into Josh's office.

"Callie, I'd like you to meet Drew Grant. He's head of IT here at  Tremont Corp and what he doesn't know on the subject isn't worth  knowing."

High praise indeed from a man who had a reputation for demanding excellence. Callie reached out to shake Drew's hand.

"Pleased to meet you." She smiled.

"Welcome to Tremont Corp," he replied with a smile that transformed his long, thin face from intensity to a warm friendliness.

"Drew, have some lunch with us, then you can get Callie into the system and run her through the basics of our programmes."

Josh settled onto the couch right next to where Callie was sitting. If  Callie hadn't known better, she would have thought he was staking his  claim against any potential interest from the other man. His knee  brushed against the fabric of her pants and she surreptitiously inched  away from the contact.

She was no man's possession, no matter how powerful he thought he was or how much he'd agreed to pay her.

Once Drew had filled a plate and joined them, Josh asked him to explain  the basics behind the systems the company used. Callie listened  carefully, all the time hyperconscious of the man at her side. Josh said  very little as Drew covered the practicalities of what she would be  able to do on her computer. Despite their system being vastly different  from that at Palmers, she knew she'd master it in no time and, in fact,  she was eager to get started. An eagerness that was beginning to have  more to do with her reaction to her proximity to her new boss, than a  desire to work.

"We may as well get into it, then," she said with what she hoped was  sufficient professional eagerness, and she rose to take her plate over  to the sideboard.

Instantly she felt the loss of his presence beside her. She pushed the  sensation aside. He was a man, albeit a powerful one, but still just a  man and she'd vowed long ago never to fall victim again to one man's  power over her.

"Good idea," Josh agreed. "You all ready to go, Drew?"

"Ready as ever. Thanks for the lunch."

As Callie and Drew left the inner sanctum of Josh's office, she felt his  eyes bore a hole in the back of her head. She clenched her hands into  tight fists at her sides, determined not to reach up and scratch the  itch left there. It was a relief to be out of his sight and settled at  her desk.

By the time Drew left her, with a reassurance that he was only a phone  call away, she felt more than able to tackle whatever Josh sent her way.  How she would tackle her reaction to him was another matter entirely.





Three


From the door to his inner office Josh watched Callie at work. She was  totally absorbed in her task, her eyes never straying from the  flat-screen monitor, her fingers flying over her keyboard as if they had  minds of their own.

She wore her hair up in a tight twist, exposing the long slender curve  of her neck, the gentle sweep of her jaw. Something hot and tight  clenched low in his gut. Having her here was playing with fire-he'd  sworn that he'd never indulge in an office romance the way his mother  and father had-but Josh hadn't got where he was today by playing it  safe.                       
       
           



       

Her first week at Tremont Corporation had flown by, and now that they  were at the end of week two his attraction to her had only grown more  intense. He wasn't going to ignore it any longer and rationalised that  the hit to Palmers would be twofold when he and Callie became a couple,  and he had no doubt they would. Not only had they lost a pivotal staff  member but seeing her on his arm in the society pages would just be  rubbing salt into the wound.

Josh cleared his throat and allowed a small smile of satisfaction to  curl his lips as she startled and stopped what she was doing.

"Callie, I need you to attend a gallery opening and silent auction with me tonight. I hope you're free."

Too bad if she wasn't, she'd simply have to change her plans. Under his  perusal he saw her eyes widen in surprise for the briefest moment before  she appeared to gather her thoughts.

"Tonight?"

"Tremont Corp has sponsored a new gallery in conjunction with the Blackthorne School of Fine Arts."

"That's the school that offers scholarships to kids from underprivileged backgrounds, isn't it?"

Kids like he'd been. "Yeah, that's the one. I'll pick you up around seven. Dress formal."

Callie visibly bristled at his preemptory tone. "I haven't said I'm free yet."

He was beginning to enjoy seeing how he could unsettle her. Each day  brought its own new challenge with Callie. He kept his face poker  straight as he answered.

"If you're not, you'll have to change your plans. I need you there."

Need being a relative word. He wanted her there with him.

"Why wasn't this in the appointment schedule?"