Free The Exhibition (An Executive Decision Trilogy) by Grace Marshall Page B

he could bring her to orgasm – though she was already pretty sure that was not his priority – and before he could even fully recover himself, there was a soft knock on the door. He pulled out and wiped himself on one of the linen napkins. ‘That’ll be breakfast.’ He tossed her the napkin. ‘Clean yourself up.’ Then, without so much as a backward glance , he went to the door, leaving her feeling nearly as shattered as the cup on the floor.
    She hurried to wipe herself and retrieve the robe. She had just cinched it tight around her when he returned looking as though nothing at all out of the ordinary had happened.
    She was mortified when the room service waiter followed, pushing the breakfast trolley in front of him. ‘Leave it,’ Mr. Jamison said without even looking at the waiter, who obeyed with a deferential bow of his head.
    The man had barely shut the door behind him before Mr. Jamison gave a quick glance at his watch. ‘I have a plane to catch, but you have the room for the rest of the day. There are clothes in the closet that should fit you. I’ve arranged for your gown to be dry-cleaned. It’ll be returned to your hotel room by the time you get back.’
    He picked up a small case from where it sat near the sofa and headed for the door, leaving her stunned and confused. Then he stopped, came back to her, and pulled her into a demanding kiss. He slipped a hand down between her legs, thrusting two fingers quickly up inside her and thumbing her clit until she came with a startled sob. Then he pulled away all business-like. ‘My secretary will be in touch with plans for furthering your career, and I’m sure the two of us will be entertaining each other again soon.’ He left without another word. 

Chapter Seven
    The light over the water was changing from hues of bronze and mauve to chrome and silver when Harris and Ellis slipped their kayaks from the river and settled on one of the sundrenched rocks for the breakfast they were both more than ready for. They’d been in the river for nearly two hours now and hunger had finally driven them to ground.
    ‘Let’s see – BLTs on Galina’s homemade potato bread, cinnamon rolls, and some of the blackberries she picked last night. Doesn’t get any better than this,’ Ellis said, pulling breakfast for the two from one of the waterproof bags while Harris poured coffee from the Thermos.
    ‘Well, it beats the hell out of the peanut butter and crackers I’d have packed,’ Harris said, as Ellis handed him a sandwich. ‘Say, does Galina have a boyfriend because I think I might be in love?’
    ‘She’d got two, actually.’ Ellis said. ‘She doesn’t think I know it, but I hear things.’
    ‘I don’t mind being a third.’ Harris spoke around a huge mouthful of sandwich. ‘Not if it gets me meals like this.’
    ‘I’ll give her your resume,’ Ellis said.
    The men ate in companionable silence, watching a pair of dippers, now fully into their molt and unable to fly until it was over. They flitted in and out of the river, as at home in the water as they were on the rocky banks. The woodland was alive with the sound of birds and the rustle of a breeze in the evergreens, all set against the gurgling backdrop of the water. It was on the second refill of coffee that Ellis spoke again. ‘So, I hear Lynn was able to find a painting that suited you at Stacie’s auction.’
    ‘Yep. Mountain lion. For my front room above the fireplace.’ He glanced over at Ellis. ‘I hope it makes up for my rude behavior Friday evening.’
    ‘I’m sure it didn’t hurt,’ Ellis said, stuffing the last of his sandwich in his mouth and washing it down with coffee. ‘And Stacie was probably happy for a friendly gesture after Jamison showed up.’
    ‘Jamison? What the hell was he doing there?’ He found himself feeling way more sympathy for Stacie than he’d intended. ‘Wouldn’t wish that bastard on anyone. Is she all right?’
    ‘He spent a million dollars on a