High-Powered, Hot-Blooded(17)

She released the papers and let them fall to the floor so she could wrap  her arms around his neck. He drew her against him and she went  willingly. The kiss deepened. Passion swept through her. Now, she  thought, burning with hunger. She wanted him now.

She squirmed to get closer and felt his arousal, thick and hard against  her belly. It would be so easy, right here on his big desk. The one in  the room with all the windows. Where anyone could see or walk in.

He drew back and looked into her eyes. "Reality check."

She nodded. "There are a lot of people all around."

"At the time, the windows seemed like a good idea."

Now it was her turn to smile. "And today?"

"Not so good."

He kissed her again, more lightly this time. Then he released her.

She stepped away reluctantly. He picked up the papers she'd dropped and handed them to her.

She folded them and put them in her purse. "Thank you for doing this. It really helps."

"You're welcome." He put his arm around her and guided her to the door. "My uncle Lawrence wants to meet you."

"I'd like to meet him, too." she said. Maybe find a moment to ask what Duncan had been like when he'd been younger.

"How about Sunday for dinner? My place?"

"I'd like that."

She'd like a lot more, she thought as she made her way back to her car. A  chance to make this all real. A foolish wish, she reminded herself.  Duncan had been clear about what he wanted from the beginning. From all  that she knew, he wasn't the kind of man who changed his mind about  anything.

After Annie left, Duncan found it difficult to refocus on work. The  report on his computer was a lot less interesting than it had been  before she'd stopped by. He found himself wanting to go after her. Maybe  take her to his place for the rest of the afternoon … and the evening.  But he had meetings and something inside him warned him that he would  have to be careful. He didn't want her reading too much into their  relationship. He appreciated all that Annie had done and didn't want her  getting hurt.

At four, his assistant buzzed to tell him a Ms. Morgan had arrived for  their meeting. Duncan glanced at his calendar, then frowned as he  couldn't place the name. Someone from accounting, the note said.

"Send her in."

Seconds later a short, fifty-something woman walked in and smiled shyly.  She wore her hair short and had on a drab suit and sensible shoes.

"Ms. Morgan," he said, pointing to the chair on the other side of his desk.

"Thank you for seeing me, Mr. Patrick."

The woman had a folder in her hands. She looked both determined and nervous.

When she was seated, he offered her coffee, which she refused. She cleared her throat.

"I talked to Annie at the Christmas party," she began. "She's very nice  and when I mentioned I had some ideas about making a few changes, she  encouraged me to come talk to you."

Typical, he thought, both annoyed and unsurprised. "Annie is a big believer in communication," he said shortly.

Ms. Morgan swallowed. "Yes, well, I thought about what she said and  decided to make the appointment. I'm a CPA, Mr. Patrick. I wasn't sure  if you knew that. I'm required to take continuing education every year. I  recently attended a class on depreciation."

"Rather you than me," he murmured.

She flashed him a smile. "It was more interesting than it sounds. There  have been several changes in the tax code that could have a big impact  on the bottom line. If I could just show you."         

     



 

She opened the folder and passed over several pages. They went over  them, line by line, as she explained how they weren't taking advantage  of new classifications and schedules. The small changes were significant  when applied to his large fleet of trucks.

"The tax savings alone is well into the high six figures," she said twenty minutes later.

"Impressive. Thank you, Ms. Morgan. I appreciate you bringing this to my  attention. I'll speak to the vice president of finance and make sure  these changes are implemented."

His employee beamed. "I'm happy to help."

She was. He could see it in her pleased expression. He'd always been one  to manage through fear and intimidation. He'd never nurtured anyone,  preferring to do it himself rather than be part of a team. Growing the  company had required him to change his style. Entrepreneurs either  learned how to work in a large organization or their companies stayed  small.

But while Duncan had learned the lesson, he'd never liked it. Now,  watching Ms. Morgan gather up her papers, he saw the benefit of  encouragement. Maybe Annie was right. Maybe he should talk to his  employees more. Trust them to do the right thing. Reward good behavior.  What was it she'd told him? Set limits and reinforce them often.

"You'll be getting a check for ten percent of the savings," he said.

Ms. Morgan blinked at him. "Excuse me?"

"You're saving the company a lot of money. I appreciate that. You'll  share in the benefit. It's a new policy. I want to encourage people to  offer suggestions that either grow the business or save us money. If we  implement the idea, that employee gets ten percent of the increase in  sales or the savings."



The color drained from her face. "But ten percent of that amount is nearly my year's salary."

He shrugged. "That makes it a good day."

She opened her mouth, then closed it. "You're sure?"

He nodded.

"Thank you, Mr. Patrick. I'm-I don't know what to say. Thank you. Thank you."

She rose and hurried out. By the time she got to the door, he was pretty sure she was crying.

When he was alone, Duncan leaned back in his chair. He felt good-like  he'd done the right thing. Maybe it was possible to find the occasional  win – win scenario, he thought as he turned back to his computer. He began  to type an e-mail to his chief operating officer, explaining the new  policy of giving employees ten percent of saving or sales increases.  Maybe someone in PR could leak the memo to the press. That should go a  long way to getting him off the meanest CEO list.

After that, he would move forward with his plan to buy out his board and  run the company himself. The way he liked-answering to no one. Although  he would keep the new policy. Not for Annie, he told himself. He'd keep  it because it made business sense.





Eight


Annie knocked on Duncan's front door. She was more nervous than she had  been before their first date, but this anxiety had nothing to do with  Duncan. Instead she was about to meet his only living family  member-Lawrence Patrick-and she desperately wanted the older man to like  her.

She'd brought a Bundt cake and two DVDs, but wasn't sure about either.  Maybe she should have brought her cousins or Kami to be a distraction.

The door opened and she saw a tall, handsome, older man with graying hair and eyes that were exactly like Duncan's.

"You must be Annie," the gentleman said. "Come in, come in. I've been  waiting to meet you, but Duncan has insisted on keeping you all to  himself. Probably because he knows I have a way with the ladies."  Lawrence winked at her, then gave her a warm smile that melted away her  nervousness.

He took the cake container from her and sniffed. "Do I smell chocolate? My favorite."

"I'm glad. It's lovely to finally meet you," she said, closing the door behind her.

"And you, young lady. I'm hearing very good things about you. My nephew  isn't one to speak well of others, so you must be something special."

Duncan strolled toward them. "Come on, Lawrence," he said with a  resigned sigh. "Let's wait at least ten minutes before you go telling  Annie all of my flaws."

His uncle chuckled. "All right, but no longer." He turned to Annie.  "Duncan has a teleconference with China in a few minutes. We'll have  plenty of time to get to know each other while he's tied up."

"I look forward to it," she said.

"Great," Duncan muttered, but there was humor lurking in his gray eyes  and he pulled her close for a brief kiss. "Don't fall for the old guy's  charm. He's had decades of practice with the ladies."         

     



 

She laughed. "Maybe I like a man who knows what he's doing."

"Sassy," Lawrence said. "I like that."

They went into the great room. Annie pulled out one of the DVDs she'd brought. "I saw this and couldn't resist."



Lawrence stared at the cover, then started laughing.

Duncan shook his head. "You're encouraging him."

Annie set the copy of the movie Rocky on the coffee table and settled on  the sofa across from Lawrence. The older man took a comfortable chair,  while Duncan sat next to her.

"Rocky was a southpaw," Lawrence told her. "Left handed. They're a  special breed. A lot of fighters don't want anything to do with them.  They can't adjust. A great boxer knows how to think, how to anticipate."

Duncan stood. "I'm going to get ready for my call. Feel free to doze off, Annie. Lawrence loves to talk."