Free Isn't It Rich? by Sherryl Woods

have told her that not even the most modest power suit of all time could accomplish that. She was an innately sexy woman, the kind who conjured up forbidden images, at least for him.
    “Coffee?” he offered.
    “No, thanks. Too much caffeine and I’ll never sleep tonight.”
    Richard was pretty sure he wasn’t going to sleep anyway, so a little caffeine wasn’t going to matter. “I bought a video for us to watch later,” he said, gesturing to the table.
    She picked it up, studied it, then grinned. “You bought a romantic comedy?”
    “I heard it was good,” he muttered defensively. “I thought all women liked that kind of sappy stuff.”
    “We do. I’m just surprised you took my feelings into account.”
    “My aunt raised me to be a thoughtful host.”
    “Even when you’re an unwilling one?” she asked skeptically.
    “Even then,” he insisted. “Maybe it’s most important of all then. And Destiny obviously knew that I’d mastered that lesson when she sent you charging down here. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have risked it.”
    Melanie met his gaze and opened her mouth. Richard cut her off. “I don’t want to hear another apology. We both know you’re here because of my aunt. If anyone’s to blame for the awkwardness of the situation, it’s Destiny.”
    “She was just trying to help both of us out,” Melanie replied. “You can hardly blame her for caring about you and for trying to do me a favor.”
    “Yes, I can,” he said grimly. “When it takes the form of meddling, I most certainly can. If this was only about that contract, she’d have planted you in my office on Monday morning, not in this cottage on a Friday night, armed with my favorite wine and food.”
    Melanie grimaced. “Maybe we shouldn’t go there. We don’t seem to see eye-to-eye on your aunt’s motivation. In fact, maybe I should go in the living room and sit in front of the fire and get some work done, and you can stay in here and do the same.”
    Richard bit back a grin. “Retreating to neutral corners, as it were.”
    “Exactly.”
    “Maybe that’s not such a bad idea,” he said as he gazed directly into her eyes. He thought he detected a faint hint of longing there. Best not to give himself the chance to discover if he was right.
    She stood there, looking undecided, then finally sighed. “See you later, then.”
    “Yeah, see you later.” When she was almost out of sight, he called after her. “Melanie?”
    She hesitated but didn’t turn back to face him. “Yes?”
    “Anything in particular you’d like for dinner?”
    She turned then, her expression perplexed. “There are choices?”
    “Sure. Why would you think otherwise?”
    “Destiny made it seem as if…”
    “As if I would be starving if you didn’t show up down here,” Richard guessed. He grinned. “Told you what she was up to.”
    Melanie nodded. “Damn but she’s good,” she said, sounding more admiring than annoyed.
    “It’s something we should both keep in mind, don’t you think?” he responded.
    “Oh, yes,” she said, squaring her shoulders. “I will definitely keep that in mind. As for dinner, surprise me.”
    As if I could, Richard thought, but he nodded. Maybe when it came to dinner, he could come up with something totally unexpected. Lord knew, though, that the woman seemed able to read his mind when it came to anything else.
     
    Melanie grabbed her cell phone and marched outside, oblivious to the cold. She punched in Destiny Carlton’s number, then waited for a connection. When it came, the signal was faint, but she could hear Destiny’s cheerful voice.
    “You are one very sneaky woman,” Melanie accused, though without too much rancor.
    “Melanie, darling. How are you? Are you stranded down there with Richard?” There was an unmistakably optimistic note in her voice.
    “I’m sure you knew I would be,” Melanie grumbled.
    “Not knew, hoped ,” Destiny corrected. “Is it going well? Has he agreed to hire you