High-Powered, Hot-Blooded(12)

"The pizza is enough."

"Okay. Want to go find something violent on television while I put this in the oven?"

"Sure."

She watched him walk out of the kitchen.

Knowing about his past explained a lot. What Duncan didn't realize was  that under that tough exterior was a really nice guy, which he wouldn't  want to hear anyway. Guys hated to be called nice. But he was. She  couldn't turn around without tripping over the proof.

What had he been like before he'd met Valentina? A strong man, willing  to trust and give his heart. Did it get any better than that? The oven  beeped. She opened the pizza box, then slid the contents onto a cookie  sheet and put it in the oven.

Did Duncan's ex have any regrets? Had she figured out everything she'd  lost and wished for a second chance? Annie didn't know her, so she  couldn't say. She only knew that if she were ever given a shot at a man  like Duncan, she would hold on with both hands and never let go.

The office Christmas party was a complete disaster. Annie hated to be  critical, but there was no escaping the uncomfortable silence, the  uneasy glances being exchanged and the unnaturally loud bursts of  laughter from nervous attendees. She could feel the fear of those around  her. No one was eating or drinking, and nearly everyone kept checking  the time as if desperate to make an escape.         

     



 

"Interesting party," she murmured to Duncan as they stood by the main  entrance to the hotel ballroom. While she thought it was nice Duncan  wanted to greet everyone who attended, his presence wasn't helping the  situation. He was big and powerful, which made relaxing even more  difficult.

"These things are always tedious."

"Maybe if there'd been some music."

"Maybe." He looked over her head. "There's Jim in accounting. I need to go speak with him. I'll be right back."

She retreated to a private spot by a fake potted plant and called home. Jenny picked up on the first ring.

"Can you and Kami bring the karaoke machine?" she asked in a low voice.  "I have a dead party that needs help." She gave the name of the hotel  and which ballroom.

"Fancy," Jenny said.

"Disaster. Please hurry."

"We'll be there, Annie. Just keep sipping the wine."

"I'm not sure it will help." She pushed the end button, then put her cell back in her purse.

Across the ballroom, Duncan talked to several men. Probably his  executives, she thought, noticing how everyone else also kept their eyes  on the group.

Three nights ago, he'd ended up leaving before the pizza was cooked,  claiming he was going back to work. It was probably true, she told  herself. Work was an escape. Not that she was anyone to complain. While  she didn't work the crazy hours he did, she spent plenty of time  avoiding what was wrong with her life. Her cousins and Kami kept her  busy, not to mention all the projects through school and the various  classes she'd signed up for. If she was constantly running, she didn't  have to think about the fact that she hadn't been on a date in nearly  six months. Not counting Duncan, of course.

After the holidays, she promised herself. She would get back out there  and start dating. She would look for someone who saw her as more than a  sister or a friend. Tim had offered to set her up with a couple of guys  he knew. Although that had been before he'd gone into rehab. She  wondered if her brother was still angry with her. Because he wasn't able  to get calls or have visitors for a couple more weeks, there was no way  to know.

For the next twenty minutes, she sipped her wine and tried to talk to  people at the party. They were all too tense to do more than say they  were fine and yes, this was a great party. Just as nice as last year.  Finally Jenny and Kami appeared with the karaoke machine and microphone.

"I put in songs from the eighties," Jenny said as she helped Kami set up  the machine on a table by a plug. "I figured everyone here would be  really old."

"Nice," Annie told her. "You're kidding, right?"

Jenny grinned. "You're so serious about everything. Yes, I'm kidding.  There's mostly Christmas music loaded." She looked around at the dying  party. "How are you going to get this started?"

Annie took another sip of wine. "I plan to sacrifice myself."

Kami winced. "Tim doesn't deserve you looking out for him the way you do."

"Tell me about it."

Annie nodded and Jenny flipped the switch. An electronic hum filled the  room. Everyone turned to look. Annie waved weakly, then scrolled through  the songs until she found "Jingle Bell Rock." Maybe that would put  people in the holiday spirit.



The music came on. Kami turned it up, then mouthed, "Good luck."

Annie picked up the microphone and began to sing.

She had a modest voice, at best. Soft, without a lot of range. But  someone had to save the party and everyone else was too afraid. So she  did her best and ignored the waver in her voice and the heat burning her  cheeks.

At the chorus, Jenny and Kami joined in. Then a couple of people in the  crowd sang along. A few more sang the second chorus and by the third  time around, most of the people in the room were nodding along.

A couple of women came up and said they wanted to sing. By the time they  were done, there was a line of people waiting. She gratefully handed  off the microphone.

She grabbed her wine and finished it in a single gulp. She was still  shaking. The good news was people were actually talking to each other  and she saw a couple filling plates with food.

Duncan joined her. "You were singing."

"I know."

His expression was hard to read. "Why?"

"Was it that bad?"

"No, but you were uncomfortable."

"The party was dying. Something had to be done."

Duncan looked around at his employees, then back at her. "This wasn't your responsibility."

"People should have a good time at an office party. Isn't that the point  of giving it? So they can hang out together, talk and learn about each  other in a way that isn't about work?"         

     



 



He stared at her blankly.

She pointed at the people in the room. "Go talk to them. Ask questions about their lives. Pretend interest."

"Then what?"

"Smile. It will confuse them."

He looked at her quizzically, then did as she said. She watched him  approach a group of guys who were drinking beer and tugging at their  ties.

The employees weren't the only ones who were confused, she thought,  staring at Duncan. She was, as well. She was with him for a reason that  had nothing to do with caring or being involved. He'd basically  blackmailed her into pretend dating him so he could fool the world into  thinking he was a nice guy. So why did she want to be next to him now,  helping him? Why did the sight of his smile make her want to smile in  return?

Complications she couldn't afford, she reminded herself. She wanted  forever and Duncan wanted to be left alone. She was staff, he was the  boss. There were a thousand reasons why nothing would ever work out  between them.

And not one of them could stop her from wishing for the very thing she could never have.





Six


Duncan kept his hand firmly around Annie's elbow as he guided her toward  his car in the parking lot. One of the first rules of boxing was not to  fight mad. It gave your opponent an advantage. He'd learned the lesson  also applied to all areas of life, so he wasn't going to say anything  until he was sure he was under control. A state hard to imagine as anger  pulsed in time with his heartbeat.

He was beyond pissed. He could feel the emotions boiling up inside him.  The need to lash out, to yell-something he never did-nearly overwhelmed  him.

"Just say it," Annie said calmly, when they reached the car.

He pushed the button to unlock the doors, then opened hers. "I have nothing to say."



She rolled her eyes. "You're practically frothing at the mouth. You need to just say it."

"I'm fine," he growled, waiting until she got into the car, then closing her door.

He walked around and got in on the driver's side. She put her hand on his arm.

"Duncan, you'll feel better."

He angled toward her, staring into her wide blue eyes, nearly vibrating with rage. "You had no right."

"So you are mad."

"What the hell were you thinking."

She sighed. "So much for the warm fuzzies."

He narrowed his gaze. "Excuse me?"

"Before, at the party, when I brought in the karaoke machine and  humiliated myself by singing and saved the day, there were warm fuzzies.  But now, all because I make a simple little suggestion, you're upset."

"A simple suggestion? Is that what you call it? You have no right. This  isn't your business. Our bargain in no way gives you any kind of  authority over me or my decisions. You don't know what you're talking  about and because of that, I have to deal with your mess."

She nodded slowly. "Feel better?"