Crew watched as the shutters came down on her revealing eyes, closing him out. She was hiding something from him, and the competitive man he was wanted to know all her deepest secrets. He wanted to strip her bare, take her apart, and then help to build her back up. After all, that's what he did, wasn't it? He made things whole again. It couldn't be any more difficult than fixing a failing business.
"I don't want a mental makeover. I want you to teach me how to seduce a man. If I wanted to talk about my pathetic life, I'd see a psychiatrist."
Her snappy response showed him just how much she was holding back. Well, he would just have to call her bluff. If she walked, that was it. There was nothing he could do about it. He feared curiosity would eat him alive, but only for now. He'd eventually forget about her.
"Then we have nothing else to discuss. You can enjoy your stay in the resort, but I have more important things to do." Crew looked down at his desk, opened a drawer and pulled out a cigar, then snipped the end. He didn't indulge often, but when stress was at a peak, the smooth flavor of a good Cuban could ease his nerves.
Haley sat fuming as he waited for her to make a decision. Though he gave her no sign of what he was feeling, while he leaned back and propped his feet on the desk as if he didn't have a care in the world, his muscles were taut.
Crew played to win. There was no use in entering this game with her if she wasn't putting all her cards on the table. When the silence grew too long, he looked pointedly at his clock, and then at her face.
He almost feared seeing fire shooting from her eyes as she realized the bind she was in. For her to walk away when he'd agreed to her proposal would be mad on her part, but she clearly wanted to tell him to shove it.
Chapter Seven
"Fine. If you insist on trying to understand me, I'll tell you, but I'm tired right now and don't feel like talking," Haley responded. "It's been a long day."
She wanted to get up and kick his feet from the desk, then grab his stupid cigar and take a big puff for herself. But that would only end with her hacking up a lung, so she sat stiffly while she waited for whatever he had to say next.
"Good. Now that we have the practicalities out of the way, I can learn a little more about you."
The man just didn't listen. She didn't want to discuss anything about herself. She needed time to come up with a convincing story for him. There was no way she would tell him about the hell she'd gone through living with psychotic grandparents who had wished she were dead every single day of her life.
She'd buried the past, and to dig it back up again would do too much damage. It would destroy everything she'd worked at building over the last eight years. The moment they buried her bitter grandparents in the ground, she'd been freed. It had just taken her a long time to figure that out. To tell the truth, she was still learning.
"I don't think so, Haley. I believe you need time to regroup, time to come up with a clever story. I don't want to give you that time. I won't force you to tell me your entire life story, but I'd at least like to know something about you. Give me a small piece and I'll call it a night."
Haley scrambled to come up with something that wasn't too revealing, but the man seemed to have a built in radar for lies. It seemed that she had no choice but to part with a few honest details. In the end, it would all be worth it, because then she'd be one of those women she'd always admired, and she'd be free of the past.
"I plan on discovering an ancient culture that no one has ever discovered before. I don't care where, but I want to do an archeological dig. Ancient peoples fascinate me - how they worked so well together, how they survived such harsh conditions, and how they continued to procreate. I also have a fascination for old journals and the lives of people who lived before I was ever born." Maybe she'd revealed just a little more than she'd planned to, but when she spoke of her dream, she tended to get excited.
His eyebrows rose and the corners of his lips turned up. She had the sudden urge to smack the look off his face. The thought stunned her; she'd never felt desire to hit anyone, not ever, not even when those horrid kids at school had made her feel two inches tall.
"Do you have a journal of yours I can read?"
Now he was mocking her! She was done.
Haley stood quickly and began moving toward the door. There was nothing that made sitting here any longer worth it. She'd rather die a wallflower than be constantly humiliated.
"Haley, I was just kidding. You have to learn the difference between a joke and the intent to harm another person. I wasn't making fun of you," he said as he caught up to her at the door and gripped her arm.
A sensual fire shot down her arm from the touch of his firm grasp on her bare skin. Her legs felt weak and she was afraid to look up into his eyes. This wasn't what she wanted. She didn't want to feel an overwhelming sense of desire for a man she needed only as a teacher.