“Reginald Hollister.”
Theron shook his head immediately. “He’s an immature little twerp. Spoiled
endlessly by his parents. Bella needs someone…more independent.”
Madeline made a show of scratching him off. “Okay then, what about Charles
McFadden?”
Theron scowled. “There’s rumor that he abused his first wife.”
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“Bradley Covington?”
“He’s an ass,” Theron said.
Madeline sighed and quickly crossed him off.
“Tad Whitley.”
“Not wealthy enough.”
“Garth Moser?”
“I don’t like him.”
“Paul Hedgeworth.”
Theron frowned as he tried to think of a reason why he shouldn’t consider Paul.
“Aha,” Madeline said when nothing was forthcoming. She drew a large circle
around his name. “Shall I invite him to your cocktail party Thursday night?”
“He’s too handsome and charming,” Theron muttered.
Madeline smiled. “Good, then Isabella should be well pleased.”
She glanced down her list then looked back up at Theron. “I think we should
include Marcus Atwater and Colby Danforth, as well. They’re both single, very good-
looking and aren’t currently in a relationship.”
Theron waved his hand in a gesture of surrender. This was probably best left to
Madeline anyway. She’d know better what Isabella would like than he would.
They were interrupted when the door burst open and Isabella hurried in, a bright
smile on her face.
“Sorry to just barge in,” she said in an out-of-breath voice. “I didn’t see
Madeline…oh, there you are,” she said when she caught sight of his secretary.
Madeline rose and smiled in Isabella’s direction. “Quite all right, my dear. I was
just on my way out. I’m sure Mr. Anetakis has time for you. He appears to have canceled
all his morning meetings.”
He scowled at Madeline, not that she seemed particularly intimidated. She patted
Isabella on the arm as she passed and then she turned as she reached the door. “I’ll hold
your calls and take messages.”
“That won’t be—”
But Madeline was gone, and he was left with Isabella. His gaze drifted over her to
see that she was wearing shorts. Really short shorts that bared her long, tan legs.
A dainty ankle bracelet hung loosely at her foot. She wore sandals that showed off
bright pink toenails. As his gaze drifted upward again, he saw that the T-shirt she wore
was cut off so as to bare her midriff, and the belly ring she wore, and it molded to her
breasts like she was planning to enter a wet T-shirt contest.
He wasn’t going to survive this.
He cleared his throat and gestured toward the seat that Madeline had vacated.
“I’m glad you’re here, Bella. We need to talk.”
She turned for a moment, and he caught a glimpse of the tattoo on her back. It
sparkled almost. It was either a fairy or a butterfly. He couldn’t tell and it was making
him nuts. He wanted to go over and shove her shorts down so that he could see it.
A tattoo. He caught himself just short of shaking his head again. What had she
been thinking? If she was his, she would have never done something so foolish. There
was no reason to take such a risk with her body.
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Theos, now he was sitting here considering what he would and wouldn’t allow her
to do if she was his. She wasn’t his. Would never be his. He mustn’t even entertain such a
thought.
She settled into the seat in front of him which put her breasts right in his line of
vision. He certainly couldn’t accuse her of baring too much cleavage. The shirt covered
her very well, but the shirt clung to the globes, outlining every curve and swell. It was far
more enticing than the lowest cut neckline.
“What did you want to talk about?” she asked.
By now he was hanging onto his temper and control by a thread. And yet she
stared calmly at him as though they were about to discuss the weather. He wanted to beat
his head on the desk.
He rubbed his hand tiredly over his face and then focused his attention on the
matter at hand.
“About last night…” he began.
She held up her hand, startling him into silence.
“Don’t ruin it, Theron,” she said huskily.