Page 65 of Seducer

Or of course, I could just be losing my mind.

“Mr. Blackwell,” I managed. “I am so sorry.”

“No harm done.” He chuckled as he peered down at me.

There wasn’t a scrap of recognition in his eyes. None.

The disguise had worked. Both of them. His scent was just as intoxicating as it had been the few nights before, his appearance immediately providing a series of naughty images that were highly indecent for the office setting.

I was still breathless and noticed Tina was watching us carefully. If I looked in her direction, I’d be certain to see a glare ofamusement on her face. How often had she teased me about becoming an old maid one day? Too many to count.

“Well, I’m glad you’re alright, Miss…”

“Capshaw. Sara Capshaw.”

“Sara Capshaw.” The way he repeated my name sent a shiver down my spine. I had a sense he was memorizing every inch of me, hiding away my name as if for future use. He slowly removed his hands and gave us both a nod before walking away.

Only then did I let out a strangled breath.

“Wow. That was hot,” Tina half whispered.

“That was clumsy of me.” I dared take a quick look over my shoulder. I couldn’t help but stare at his sexy butt. Whew. Just being that near to him again had made my blood boil.

“He is one crazy man.”

“Why do you say that?” For some reason, her exclamation annoyed me.

“Didn’t you see his picture in the paper? Did you not read the story?” she asked as she turned around to watch him walk away.

“I don’t have time to read the paper.”

“That’s how you stay afloat in this business. From what was in the trashy article, he beat the crap out of some reporter outside a fancy country club. It was on the news this morning too.”

“How quickly you forget what I was doing this morning, and you said trashy. Don’t believe everything you read.” She had me wondering what had happened. There wasn’t a person as famous as the three Blackwell brothers who didn’t get some bad pressfrom time to time, but I was surprised Zach had snapped and hit a reporter.

“Normally I wouldn’t.” Lie. “But there was art. A clear direct shot of Mr. Blackwell throwing a brutal punch. The reporter was even whimpering on camera. Too funny.”

Funny? Her sense of what was comical was bizarre. I glanced quickly over my shoulder. The man had disappeared. Then why did it feel like his eyes were still on me?

“I though he looked hot doing so.” Tina laughed.

“You think every man is hot. Let’s face it.”

“So what? At least I’m looking. You keep your blinders on. So you know. I think he likes you.”

I snapped my head back in her direction before pushing her arm away and continuing a straight path right to my desk. “He does not like me, Tina. He’s an owner of the company. He didn’t know I exist until just now.”

“I don’t think so…” She was singsong, even dancing around me. I wanted to punch her.

Hopefully, there really was no recognition.

“Why in God’s name did he hit the reporter?”

Tina acted as if she was about to spout off the greatest secret in the world. Leaning forward, she kept her voice low and husky. My guess was on purpose. “Something about the Blackwell brothers’ father. The article alluded to some shocking news.”

“Shocking news. Such crap. I’m glad Mr. Blackwell reacted. Good for him. Now, time to get to work.” I couldn’t shake the vivid images rolling through my mind. Completely self-conscious, I touched my hair, praying my limited disguise would work. Perhaps I was the biggest fool in the world to think a few conservative clothes, limited makeup, and glasses could hide remnants of the passion we’d shared. Maybe the time spent together meant nothing to the man and I was just a notch on his belt. A lump formed in my throat from the thought. I’d been such an idiot.

“Fine, fuddy-duddy. You’re going to die old and alone. I have that flyer on the new club I mentioned. Let me grab it. You can look it up on the internet. It’s really cool. The guy spent like a bazillion dollars turning some old estate into a fabulous place. I hear it’s going to be a bed and breakfast.”

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