The CEO's Little Surprise(4)

"It's smart business to consider all opportunities," he said as he  leaned against the doorjamb not two feet from her. "If you sell, you  don't have to worry about little things like FDA approval and production  costs and false-claim lawsuits. You just roll around in your millions  and leave the hard work to someone else."

The scent of clean forest and man wafted in her direction.

"I'm not afraid of hard work," she stated firmly as she fought to keep  from stepping back, out of the line of his masculine fire. It was a  battle of wills, and if she fled, he'd figure out how much he truly  affected her.

The man was a shaman, mystical and charismatic. One glance, and she'd  follow him into his world of hedonistic pleasure. Or at least that had  been true in college. She'd learned a few tricks of her own since then,  along with developing a shield around her fragile interior.

His gaze held her captive as he reached out and tucked a chunk of hair  behind her ear, his fingers lingering far longer than they should have.

"What are you afraid of?" he asked softly, his expression morphing into something almost...warm.

You. She swallowed. Where had that come from? Gage didn't scare her.  What scared her was how easily she forgot to control her emotions around  him.

This cat-and-mouse game had veered into dangerous territory.

"Taxes," she muttered inanely and ignored the way her pulse raced.

When was the last time she'd been touched? Months and months. She'd  developed a reputation among single men in Dallas as a man-eater and  unfortunately, that just made her even more popular as men vied for her  attention so they could claim victory. Mostly she just shut them down  because the whole scene exhausted her.

And she couldn't lose sight of the fact that the reason she chewed up  men and spit them out was staring her in the face. He was very dangerous  indeed if she'd forgotten for a second the destruction he'd caused.

And that's when it hit her. She was handling Gage all wrong.

This wasn't college and Gage wasn't her mentor. They were equals. And he was on her turf. That meant she called the shots.

If he wanted to play, she'd play.

* * *

Once Gage had tucked the errant lock of hair behind her ear, he'd run  out of legitimate excuses to have his hands on her. Which didn't keep  him from silently running through a litany of illegitimate excuses.

"Gage," she murmured throatily and the base of his spine heated. "The  formula's not for sale. I have a board meeting. Seems like we're done  here...unless you've got a better offer?"

Her eyelids lowered to half-mast and she didn't move, but the sensual  vibe emanating from her reached out and wrapped around him, drawing him  in. Those cutaway panels at her waist would fit his palms perfectly and  with any luck, the mesh inserts would allow him to feel her while fully  clothed. The thought sent a rush of blood through his veins and the  majority of it ended up in a good, solid erection that got very  uncomfortable, very fast.

"I just might have something in mind," he said, his vocal chords  scraping the low end of the register. God, she'd even affected his  voice.

Down boy. Remind her why the formula is for sale...but only to you.

Yeah, he needed to get back on track, pronto, and stop letting her get  into his head. He dropped his hand but leaned into her space to see  about turning those tables on her. "You're doing amazing things here,  Cass. I'm proud of what you've accomplished.'                       
       
           



       

Wariness sprang into her gaze as she processed his abrupt subject  change. "Thank you. I'm proud of what the girls and I have built."

He crossed his arms before an errant finger could trail down the line  of her throat. Because his lower half wasn't getting the message that  the goal here was to get her hot and flustered. Not the other way  around. "Remember that project I helped you with for Dr. Beck's class?"

That was before they'd started sleeping together. He didn't recall  being so magnetically attracted to Cass back then. Sure he'd wanted to  get her naked. But at twenty-four, he'd generally wanted women naked.  These days, his taste was a bit more refined, but no woman he'd dated  over the years had gotten him this hooked, this fast.

Of course, he never looked up his old girlfriends. Maybe any former  lover would affect him the same. But he couldn't imagine that would be  true.

Her eyes narrowed a touch. "The project where I created a new company  on paper, complete with a marketing plan and logo and all of that?"

"That's the one," he said easily. "You got an A plus, if memory serves.  Except you didn't do that alone. I was right there every step of the  way. Guiding you. Teaching you. Infusing you with CEO superpowers."

In fact, he'd done such a good job, here he was smack in the middle of  her corporation negotiating over a Fyra product that was better than  his. He appreciated the irony.

An indulgent smile bloomed on her face and he didn't mistake it for a  friendly one. "Nothing wrong with your memory. As much as I'm enjoying  this trip down memory lane, if you have a point, now would be the time  to make it."

"Your success here..." He waved a hand at her office without taking his  eyes off her. "Is amazing. Your C-suite is unparalleled. But you didn't  get here without me. I'm a big factor in your success."

"Yes, you are," she agreed readily. Too readily. "You taught me some of  the most important lessons I've learned thus far in my life. Fyra's  business philosophy grew 100 percent out of my experience with you."

She blinked and undercurrents flowed between them but hell if he could  figure out what they were. Regardless, it was a great segue. Exactly  what he'd hoped for.

"I'm glad you agree. That's why I'm here. To collect on that long-outstanding debt."

"Oh, really?" Her head tilted slightly as she contemplated him. "Do tell."

"You know what I'm talking about. Without me, Fyra might never have  existed. You might never have achieved your goals, particularly not to  this degree. Don't you think turnabout is fair play?"

"Hmm." She touched a finger to her cheek. "Turnabout. Like I owe you  for what you've done. That's an interesting concept. It's kind of like  karma, in a way."

"Kind of."

But he didn't like the comparison, not the way she said it. Karma was  rarely a word used in the context of reward. More like you were getting  what you deserved.

"What I'm saying," he interjected smoothly before this conversation  went in a direction he didn't like. "Is that I want to buy your formula.  My role in your success should be a factor in your decision-making  process. In all fairness, you do owe me. But I'm fair, too. I'm not  asking you to give me the formula for old times' sake. One hundred  million dollars is a lot of tit for tat."

He watched her as she filtered through his argument, but her expression remained maddeningly blank.

"Here's the thing, Gage." She leaned in, wafting a whole lot of woman  in his direction. "You did teach me and I'm grateful. But you must have  been sick the day they taught corporate structure, so I'll clue you in.  Again. I'm a quarter owner in Fyra. We're missing three-quarters of the  decision makers, none of whom owe you a thing. I'll take your offer for  the formula to the board and we'll consider it. Period. That's how  business works."

Her mouth was set so primly, he had the insane urge to kiss her. But  they were just getting into the meat of this and he needed to hone his  focus. Not lose it entirely.                       
       
           



       

So he grinned instead and waved off her protest. "Not in the real  world, honey. You need to get out more if that's your best line of  defense. Deals are done and undone across the globe based on exactly  that. Companies don't make decisions. People do and rarely are they  united."

"Fyra is," she insisted. "We're a team."

"I hope that's true," he said sincerely. "If so, then it's in your best  interests to convince them to sell. How would they feel about their CEO  not honoring this lingering debt?"

Her brows drew together but it was the only outward sign she gave that  she'd heard the underlying message. This was business at its core and he  was not leaving Dallas without that formula. It had become more than  just about ensuring Fyra didn't take any of his market share. GB Skin  was number one for a reason and he liked being the top dog. His products  should be the best on the market and Fyra's formula would put him  there-assuming it checked out like he thought it would.

Not to mention that Cass's stubbornness had piqued his.