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dark suits of varying shades of black and grey mill around the entrance. It makes the emerald green I chose pop in contrast to the funeral vibe.
    Taye introduces me to four men and two women in the span of fifteen seconds. I shake their hands and smile politely. He ushers me into a large room where more individuals, also in sharp suits, are already seated, preparing for the meeting. We find place cards with our names and take a seat.
    “Gigi, I’ll set up the laptops if you get us another cup of coffee.” Taye gestures to the sideboard with the coffee pitchers. “I’ll have decaf.” I nod and head to the table. I’m careful to walk slowly, with my head held high, trying valiantly to hide my nerves. This is the first meeting I’ve been invited to since my promotion to Contributions Manager. I want to make a good impression. My future with the Safe Haven Foundation depends on it.
    I fill two small coffee cups with decaf. Each cup has a tiny gold trim along the rim. I’ll bet they’re real china. Everything in the hotel seems top notch. Even if the Chairman is paying the bill, it seems frivolous. Turning, coffee in hand, I take one step into a rock solid chest. Luckily, I’m still holding the two cups out to my side and don’t spill them.
    I look up, ready to apologize, when I’m stricken by the distinct, heady smell of sandalwood and citrus. Oh no! Aquamarine orbs prettier than an open blue sky bore into mine. The beauty steals my breath. Excitement and fear scream through my veins in equal parts. Rigid hands hold me by the waist. His presence surrounds me and the room fades into nothing but him.
    “Miss Callahan. We meet again,” A smug grin adorns his chiseled features, and I’m disheartened that he didn’t use my first name.
     

Chapter 3
     
    “You’ve got to be kidding me!”
    Chase grabs the coffee cups and gives them to a hotel steward who hovers nearby. “Put these next to Miss Callahan and Mr. Jefferson’s name plates,” he instructs. Based on his obvious knowledge of Taye, and now me, he had to have known who I was when we met at the bar last night. He never said a word. Frustration and anger war within me.
    Chase grasps my hand and brings it to those plump lips. Electricity zaps me the second his lips touch my knuckles. His expressive eyes darken, pupils dilating. I swear I feel the lightest sweep of his tongue in between my middle and ring finger with that kiss. I gasp, and his eyebrows rise. He watches me intently, sending me crazy mixed signals.
    I hear the softest “Mmm,” and I’m lost in the sensation of his nearness. His body dwarfs mine by a good half foot, even in heels. My focus zeroes in on the bit of flesh still pressed against my hand. The air around us is sizzling, and I’m once again breathing in his woodsy fruity love potion concoction. Finally he lets go as Taye joins us.
    “Gigi, I see you’ve met Mr. Davis, the Chairman of the Board,” Taye says. The. Spell. Is. Broken.
    I look at Chase, certain my bafflement shows in my widened eyes. I am so screwed!
    “You’re the Chairman of the Board?” I close my eyes and attempt to piece the puzzle together. How the hell did I not know this? Recognition slaps me against the forehead. The company letterhead has “C. Davis, Chairman of the Board” listed prominently at the top. I sigh. So stupid!  I should have been smart enough to put two and two together. Now the joke’s on me.
    Chase shakes Taye’s hand. “Mr. Jefferson, good to see you again. I trust you’re well?” 
    “Yes, Mr. Davis. Thank you. I’ve brought along Gillian Callahan, our Contributions Manager,” he says with pride.
    Chase looks at me. His eyes discreetly skim me from head to heeled toe. A flicker of heat fills his blue gaze. “We’ve met, briefly. I look forward to your presentation this afternoon, Miss Callahan.” He acts as if nothing happened between us. Technically, nothing has…besides a few caresses and a near kiss. Now that I know who