[4 Seasons 01] Seducing Summer Read Online Free PDF

biscuit
and chewed it. “Mmm,” she said with great enthusiasm.
    That made him laugh, which pleased her in
turn. Knowing she could encourage his smile out gave her more pleasure than it
probably should have.
    She’d expected him to return to his desk,
but he began to walk slowly around her office, looking at the pictures on the
walls. All but one were shots of women in Four Seasons lingerie, tasteful
photos with clever lighting that made all the models—most of whom had generous
body shapes—look sensual and sexy.
    “Do you like?” She rose and walked over to
him, carrying her coffee and biscuit, wondering if he’d give her some comment
about being mad not to like photos of women in their underwear.
    “They’re excellent.” He gestured at the one
in front of him. “Superb lighting.”
    “It makes them look quite beautiful,
doesn’t it?”
    “All women are beautiful regardless of
lighting.” He tipped his head, studying the model in the photo.
    “That’s a nice thing to say.”
    He turned his gaze to her. “I would imagine
you have to think that to work in a place like this.”
    “It helps, for sure. We believe that
everyone should be proud of their body no matter what shape or size you are. Everyone’s
different, and that should be celebrated. Nobody should have to change
themselves to fit society’s version of the perfect person.”
    He studied her for a long time. He didn’t
say anything, and his gaze didn’t move from hers, but she couldn’t shake the
feeling that he was thinking about her naked.
    Finally, though, he just said, “You have a
biscuit crumb on your lip.”
    Sticking out her tongue, she searched along
her top lip, then along the bottom one, until she found it, and sucked it into
her mouth. “Waste not, want not.”
    His gaze had dropped to her lips, but now
it rose back to meet hers. She couldn’t tell what he was thinking, though.
Probably what an idiot she was with biscuit all around her mouth.
    Without saying anything else, he continued
walking around the room before stopping at the largest photo on the wall. It
was of Callie, Rowan, Neve, and Bridget, taken on the day of Willow’s wedding.
They stood in a line, backed by cherry trees and purple, pink, and white
wisteria. The photographer had taken the shot at the moment a brisk summer
breeze whipped across the green, and all four of them were laughing, fighting
the way their dresses were lifting in the wind.
    “The Four Seasons,” Callie said.
    “That’s Neve, isn’t it?” He gestured to the
girl in the light blue dress.
    “Yes. That’s Rowan—she designs our
lingerie. And you must have seen Bridget downstairs, too—she runs the shop.”
    “You met at university, right?”
    “Yes.” She gave him an appraising look.
He’d done research on the business? Another point in his favor.
    “I like that your lingerie caters for all
sizes,” he said.
    “Everyone deserves to feel pretty in what
they wear, and it’s not only thin women who want to look sexy. I can personally
vouch for that.” She smiled.
    “Not every man wants a stick insect,” he
said. “Some of us like a woman to have curves.”
    Was he saying that he liked curvy
women? He didn’t elaborate, and again, she couldn’t read anything else in his
expression. He certainly wasn’t flirting overtly. Which was appropriate, of
course. It would make her life much easier over the next few months if there
was no spark between them.
    Would be a bit dull, though.
    She shrugged. “Well there are plenty of
curves to go around at Four Seasons. None of us is keen on dieting.”
    Laughing, she walked over to the
architect’s desk that stood against the wall. If he was going to be her PA,
he’d need to know the business, so she might as well try to forget he was a guy
and talk to him the way she would have talked to Becky. “Come and look at
these.”
    Two huge catalogues sat on the desk.
Finishing off her biscuit, she placed the coffee cup to one side and opened