CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Renee sat beside her boss at the conference table and diligently took notes for the meeting. She gripped her pen tightly and tried not to be distracted. But she couldn’t help sneaking sidelong glances at Zack.
She allowed herself to admire Zack’s handsome profile and her eyes trailed down his arms to his strong, large hands. She knew every inch of his body, intimately. They had been having sex every single day for the past week.
It was insane and intense. Renee stared at the polished surface of the conference table and blushed. Zack had spread her out on this table just two nights ago and fucked her raw. They worked late almost every night. They invariably ended up tearing each other’s clothes off once they got the work done. They just couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Renee had never experienced such consuming passion and hunger before. It was beginning to frighten her. And she was starting to doubt that she could walk away from this affair unscathed. Zack had kept his end of the promise, and he kept their affair secret. Would that really make it easier for her to pick up the pieces of herself once things cooled off between them?
Renee tried to discipline her thoughts and her misbehaving, lusty body. When Zack leaned back and his arm brushed against hers, a jolt of molten heat coursed through her body and shot straight to her core. Renee crossed her legs tightly and inched her chair away so their elbows wouldn’t touch. Even the slightest contact sent her into heat.
Her libido was spiraling out of control. Renee dug her nails hard into her palms and reminded herself that she was at an importing meeting with her boss. She had to stay focused and do her damn job.
Getting distracted and addicted to Zack would be disastrous. She had to discipline her mind and tame her lust.
Zack was meeting with Mr Trafford Pratt, the owner of another investment firm to negotiate a deal. They were both interested in a prime piece of real estate and if they were going to put in competing bids, they would end up driving the price up. The higher price would only benefit the sellers. Zack thought that if they could work together, they might be able to get a good price for the land. It would be a lucrative investment for both their firms. They could cooperate to develop the land and fetch a very high price for the development.
Mr Trafford Pratt was a suave, smooth businessman. He looked to be in his late thirties, and he cut an imposing figure with his jet black hair, sharp features and tall, lanky frame.
His dark eyes were sharp and shrewd, and Renee was aware of his gaze on her. His answers to Zack’s questions were short and to the point, but Renee had the feeling that he was holding something back. He wasn’t telling Zack everything.
Renee lowered her head and scribbled on her notepad. She jotted down the gist of what the two men discussed and added her own notes in the margin.
Zack was leaning back in his chair, a slight smile on his face. His jacket was unbuttoned, and he looked relaxed. But Renee saw a muscle tick in his jaw.
Trafford Pratt wasn’t going to give any commitment. He was just stringing Zack along. From his answers, Zack knew that Trafford wanted the land and he was going to go all out to get it. This meeting was a waste of time.
Zack was a tough negotiator and he was quick to see opportunities and seize them. But he never played anyone out. Renee chanced a quick glance up at Trafford across the table. The man’s black eyes glittered as they locked on her.
Renee swallowed and bent her head quickly. She didn’t have a good feeling about Trafford Pratt. The man was sly and scheming, and his eyes gleamed with greed and lust.
“Well, it was nice meeting you, Trafford,” Zack said, pushing away from the table. He was done. If Trafford wasn’t willing to work with them, there was little more to discuss.
Trafford stood up. “I’ll talk to my finance people and see what they say,” Trafford said, smiling. “Perhaps we can still work out a deal.”
Zack shook his hand. “Sure.” His expression gave nothing away.