Free To Catch a Man (In 30 Days or Less) (The BAD BOY BILLIONAIRES Series) by Judy Angelo Page B

so her
preening must have worked.  Or he must have really, really liked her.  She
liked reason number two better. 
    The fact was, she wanted him to
like her.  For real.  Because, for her, all of this was growing a lot more
serious than just like.  She was beginning to fall in love.
    It was strange.  Could a woman fall
in love in the space of six days?  According to the Psychology books she’d read
it was men who would usually say they’d fallen in love at first sight.  Women
spent more time in getting to know the man before admitting to such feelings.
    But, from that first meeting, she’d
felt that connection.  It was freaky but the mere sight of him had set her body
blazing.  Had he felt the same way?  Was that the real reason he'd kissed her
last night?
    She drew in a deep breath, the
thoughts bumping around in her head, and stared out her bedroom window at the
sun rising over the plains.  With all she had to do, today was going to be
hectic.  And she would have to fix dinner for Stone.  Well, actually, she
planned to ask Cook to do it.  Cooking was not exactly one of her best skills. 
Fishing?  Yes.  Maybe even catching some wild game, like birds or rabbits.  But
cooking?  Please.
    She pulled the mosquito netting
aside and slid out of bed.  She might as well get started early.  She was
looking forward to a productive day and, if all went well, a very exciting
evening.
    Anita came to get Indie just after
eight o'clock so she got a chance to have breakfast with the boys.  Then after
they'd filed away to their classes she toured each room and got to know them
individually.  The little ones were really excited to have her, and climbed
onto her lap and pulled her hair which was growing a little longer.  They
wouldn't let her leave until she'd read them a story and then another until
finally, hugging them and laughing at their antics, she was able to slip out. 
    She toured the other classes and
was able to note their needs.  Later she would write a requisition list.  After
that it was time to examine the housing facilities and determine what needed to
be done.  By the time she'd done her tours it was almost three in the
afternoon, she'd missed lunch, and she hadn't even had time to speak to Cook
yet.
    Of course, when she did speak to
him he was none too pleased at the short notice and he held nothing back in
telling her so.  Still, after much cajoling and wheedling, she got him to agree
to prepare a simple meal of chicken stew with mashed potatoes and sweet corn.
    That settled, she hurried back to
her cottage-cum-office where she did paperwork  until about five o'clock.  At
that point she had to break to get herself ready for her dinner date.  She was
pleasantly surprised when the meal arrived at five-twenty, long before she'd
even had a chance to dress and fix her hair.  Not that there was much to fix,
it was so short.  But still, she wanted to look her best.
    This evening she softened her look,
forgoing the slacks for a flowing, ankle-length dress with a slit that ran up
her left calf and halfway up her thigh.  She knew she had nice legs.  She'd
received her fair share of compliments.  And tonight she planned to give Stone
a peek so he could see what he was missing.
    And that idea was all her own.  No
Tessa, no Cosmopolitan Magazine, all Indie.
    She set the table and, on an
impulse, she set a short, fat scented candle in the middle and lit it.  She'd
found the candle in one of the kitchen cupboards and why should she let it go
to waste?  More importantly, she was trying to draw this man in so she might as
well go all the way. 
    As the sun began to slide toward
the horizon Indie went to the door and looked out.  And there, striding toward
her house, tall and dark with the setting sun to his back, was Stone.
    At the sight of him her heart gave
a flutter.  Sure, she was expecting him and, of course, this wasn't their first
dinner date.  But still, she couldn't stop her heart from