Free Beyond Bliss by Delia Foster Page B

face brightened considerably.
    “It’s okay … that means shopping !”
    She blinked a few times. “What gives you the impression that I am going to Hawaii?” she asked slowly.
    He blinked back at her as if she was a kindergartener, slow on the uptake. “Rosie said Mr. Sinclair has more details, but it’s an offsite meeting, and he needs you to go with him. It’s not for four more weeks, but I’m supposed to take care of booking your travel and making sure you’re prepared.”
    What a crock!
    “So his majesty couldn’t be bothered to check with me first? What if I had plans? And who goes to Hawaii on business ?” She couldn’t help herself from sneering the last word. It probably wasn’t appropriate, especially given that Tyrone was on his payroll and not hers, but he’d pushed her irritation to new heights.
    “Honey, that man can play lord and master over me all he wants,” Tyrone said with a serious expression on his face. “And who cares? You’re going to Hawaii! The beach, the sand, water, and a hot guy.”
    “None of that matters,” she snapped in annoyance. She glared and pointed to her computer screen. “Employees are prohibited from engaging in relationships or any other behaviors from which a perceived conflict of interest may arise,” she quoted from the handbook.
    Tyrone smiled mischievously. “But you’re not an employee, are you?”
    She ignored him and kept reading aloud. “This policy extends to temporary employees, contractors, vendors, and other third parties engaged in a business relationship.”
    She felt guilty when his face fell. 
    And then she realized what they were talking about. 
    “Tyrone, this is completely inappropriate. Even if I accompany  Mr. Sinclair  to Hawaii, it’s strictly in a professional capacity.”
    He looked at her dubiously, but she paid no attention. “Please set up a meeting between me and Mr. Sinclair for this afternoon, and do  not  book my travel,” she said firmly.
    He raised his brow at her as if he knew she was postponing the inevitable, and he would be making arrangements later this afternoon. She stared at him challengingly, but thankfully for once, he just nodded and left the room without saying anything.
    *****
    She was definitely to kill him. 
    High blood pressure, sudden cardiac arrest, or maybe a brain aneurysm. He contemplated them all as he watched her determinedly stalk over to Rosie’s desk, Tyrone wringing his hands, trailing after her. Her mouth moved, and he could see the gloss on her lips even through the fine grain of the streaming video. Rosie said something back to her, something she clearly didn’t like because she crossed her arms tightly in front of her chest, the motion inadvertently plumping up her soft, pretty breasts, which were already straining against her camisole. She had on yet another one of her tight-fitted suit jackets.
    She had to own a million of those fucking tight jackets.
    “Always knew you had voyeuristic tendencies.” 
    He didn’t bother to swivel in his chair. Sean was a stealthy bastard, and always moved quietly, despite his large frame. 
    “What do you want?” he muttered.
    “Just enjoying seeing you squirm,” his friend said mildly. “You’ve never had to go to such drastic lengths to get a woman’s interest before.”
    He ignored his friend and continued to stare at the screen. Sophie now had one of her perfectly manicured hands propped against the curve of her hip. A hip that was enticingly encased in a snug pencil skirt that hugged her delightful bottom. At least this one ended at her knees, although he didn’t know which was worse – the tight skirts barely half a size above her birthday suit or the tiny, microscopic ones that showed off her firm thighs and beautifully shaped calves. 
    He was only slightly aware that Sean had started to count softly, he was that focused on her image.
    Suddenly, she whirled around, determination set on her beautiful face. 
    “Three,” Sean