The Tantric Principle(19)
Arianna popped a wheat cracker with Brie in her mouth, then spoke. “Pretty much like the movies. At least, my job is. My main title is the manager of the Creative Services Department. I lead a team which comes up with the ideas for ads, print, television, radio, internet, etcetera. I deal with copyright, graphic artists, and a thousand personalities. But my mainstay is coming up with a killer idea and then selling it. Products and companies are always looking for branding. The next big catchy theme song, like the Gap commercials or the Geico gecko.”
“Hmmm, maybe I should hire you for my yoga school.”
She grinned wickedly and reached for a grape. “Got about $500,000 in available funds for one ad?”
He choked. “Crap. I guess I need to stick with the pennysaver.” Arianna laughed. “Guess so. Though if you want to branch out, I can help you with the marketing.”
He smiled at her with pure pleasure. “You’d do that, wouldn’t you?”
“Of course.”
He seemed to file the knowledge away and continued. “So what account are you working on now?”
Guilt nipped at her conscience. She wanted to tell him about Chicago but she needed more time to think and process the outcome. She stretched her legs out in front of her and caught the look on his face. She teased him by deliberately spreading her legs. His gaze snagged on the lines of her lacy pink underwear. “I’ll tell you what account I just closed. Do you see what I’m wearing?”
“I’m a little distracted by what’s underneath.”
“That’s what I’m talking about. Rosebud lingerie.”
One black brow shot up. “You’re kidding? That’s getting as popular as Victoria’s Secret.
Isn’t that the commercial with the woman half dressed ready to get spanked? Then she pulls her head up and whispers “Rosebud. Get your man to do anything.”
“That’s it.”
He blinked. “Did you come up with that line?”
She nodded and looked quite proud of herself. “It was a bit of a risk and I almost took the bullet. Thought it could be too sexual, but boundaries are being pushed and we can’t be afraid to test them.”
He shook his head in admiration. “You’re good.”
“Thanks. But there’s always someone better waiting to take over my job. You’re only as good as your last win. That’s why I ended up in your yoga class. I needed some balance.” Grant stared at the woman in front of him and felt his chest tighten in an age old response he wanted to avoid. Wine red strands of hair fell past her jaw with a glossy sheen as she turned her head. She popped another grape through pouty red lips that were too big for the features on her face, yet worked to pull a man right in. Her eyes were a moody shade of green that reminded him of storm tossed seas and mossy hills, quick with laughter and temper. She wore a buttery yellow top that looked soft to the touch, and molded to her full, high breasts. Her chocolate brown skirt showed off lean, tanned legs. Arianna Devlin was a firestorm in a feminine package.
She constantly surprised him. Her ambition, her heart, and her honesty. She had created one of the biggest advertising campaigns in a cut throat industry, yet sat with him on her office floor, legs open, eating brie and laughing like it was any other day.
He was falling in love with her.
The knowledge wrecked him and ripped him to shreds. Dear God, he had no time for this nonsense. He wanted to have a hot affair for as long as it lasted, then part amicably. He should have known. From the first day, the woman had never inspired tame emotions. She’d cut through his relaxed control and made him want to rip off her clothes and thrust into her with possession.
He wanted to own her in the basic way a man loves a woman. Such primitive feelings were foreign to him. Even his first wife commanded a loving sweetness and protectiveness, but never these darker emotions. Primal instincts buried deep for all of these years rose. Instincts he didn’t want to deal with.
“Grant? What’s wrong?”
He opened his mouth and almost blurted out the words. Truth for truth. He loved her, goddamnit, and they would both have to accept it. He almost said it. Then—
“Oops, sorry!”
Grant turned toward the door as a tall man with sandy colored hair stood before them. He looked caught off guard, then instantly curious. Grant knew right then and there he had been lovers with Arianna. When his gaze swung to hers, he noticed she looked wary, almost as if she was afraid he would guess and judge her for it. Or as if she was hiding something.
He pushed the thought away and concentrated on being polite as she introduced him.