Free Just the Sexiest Man Alive by Julie James Page A

you on your . . . little project.”
    He ignored her not-so-subtle dig at his film. “And you?”
    She responded matter-of-factly to this. “I’m willing to put my personal preferences on the matter aside.”
    Jason gazed down at her. She really wasn’t affected by him at all.
    He found this fascinating.
    “Am I correct in understanding that you dislike me, Ms. Donovan?” he asked coyly, circling around her in amusement.
    Taylor followed him with her eyes, her voice even. “I won’t let my feelings about you compromise my career, Mr. Andrews. You got me in a lot of trouble at work, you know.”
    Jason stopped, surprised to find himself uncomfortable at the thought. “I’ll tell you what,” he said magnanimously. “Let me buy you a drink. We can start over—get to know one another properly.” He flashed her the smile that made hearts flutter worldwide. Five and a half billion dollars in lifetime box office gross for his “little projects.” Take that.
    Taylor cocked her head, appearing to consider his offer. Then, with her arms folded across her chest, she took a few steps toward him. When she was close enough that they were practically touching, she stared up at him, her green eyes boring deep into his. Jason could feel the warmth of her body, and he wondered if she knew what he was thinking right then.
    Apparently, she did.
    “Let’s get something straight, Mr. Andrews,” she said steadily. “This is business. Nothing else.”
    Before Jason could get in one word edgewise on the matter, Taylor backed away and turned to leave. “And I’ll expect you to be at my office first thing tomorrow morning. Do try not to be late.”
    Then she flipped her hair over her shoulders and, in what was admittedly not a half-bad impersonation, threw the very words Jason had said earlier right back at him.
    “Surely you understand, Mr. Andrews . . .” she drawled mockingly, “I am a very busy woman.”
    And with that, she turned on her heels and strode out of the bar.
    Jason stood there, staring after her once again. How the hell the woman kept getting the last word in, he just didn’t know.
    As he watched Taylor pass by the windows outside, Jeremy pulled up next to him. For a moment, even he seemed uncertain what to say.
    “Well,” Jeremy finally managed, “she seems very nice.” He appeared to have enjoyed Jason and Taylor’s little exchange. “Very spirited.”
    “You’re right about that.” Jason shot Jeremy a devilish look. “Now I just need to channel that spirit into a more . . . enjoyable outlet.”
    Jeremy shook his head doubtfully. “I don’t know. I think you’ve met your match.”
    Jason scoffed at the very idea. “There’s no such thing.”
    “Well, from what I’ve seen and heard so far, the lawyer is up by two .”
    Jason considered this. He may not have liked losing, but he loved the thrill of the game.
    “We’ll see how long that lasts . . .” he mused out loud. Then he followed Jeremy back to the pool table and confirmed that the next shot was his. He studied the pool table, suddenly feeling lighter, more alive than he had in a long time. In fact, he couldn’t remember the last time something had piqued his interest as much as this lawyer had.
    Jason leaned over the pool table and aimed. He shot and expertly fired the cue ball off the corner of his own striped nine ball, which spun and rolled neatly into the left side pocket. He straightened up and smiled confidently at Jeremy.
    Game on.

    THE NEXT MORNING, Taylor could feel the buzz the minute she stepped off the elevator. Perhaps it was the fact that everyone stopped and stared as she walked through the corridor on the way to her office. Or perhaps it was the gaggle of secretaries who huddled around Linda’s desk, passing a mirror between them as they reapplied lipstick and fluffed their hair. It could mean only one thing.
    Jason Andrews was in her office.
    Taylor headed over to Linda’s desk. When she got there, her secretary