Hammered

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Author: Desiree Holt
“I told you. Barracuda.
Shark. Great packaging but she eats men alive.”
    “Are you speaking of business or pleasure?”
    Tyler shrugged. “Either one, the way the word on the street
is. She’s a serial dater. When you’ve served your purpose you’re done. But no
one wants to piss her off because it’s well known she’s the power at Concordia.
Frank Vincent depends on her very heavily. For a lot of things.”
    Alex frowned. “You mean—”
    Tyler cut him off at once. “No. Uh uh. No hanky panky All
business. People who know say she’s the best mind in this business.”
    “Interesting.” Alex stared off into space, his brother’s
words spinning in his mind.
    “If what they say is true she’s definitely not my cup of
tea. Or yours.”
    “She’s a very astute businesswoman, covering all her bases,”
Alex said straight-faced.
    Tyler burst out laughing. “Well, look at you, Mr.
Stick-up-his-ass Businessman. ‘Astute businesswoman’?”
    “Okay, okay.” Alex looked across his feet propped on the
railing to the expanse of lawn and thick trees at its edge. “But I’ll tell you
this. What you hear is spot on. I don’t know about the maneater part but she is
sharp as a tack, damn good looking, and she uses every weapon in her arsenal. I
wouldn’t want to cross her. Ever. I have a feeling her opinion will have a lot
to do with whether we get this job or not.”
    “So I gather you won’t be seeing her socially?”
    Alex tilted his bottle to swallow some beer. “Actually I’m
taking her to dinner tonight. Nothing fancy,” he hurried to assure his brother.
“Just a casual dinner out. If we end up working together it would help to have
a good relationship. Not adversarial.”
    “You watch yourself, big brother. She could be setting you
up.”
    “I’m on full alert,” he assured Tyler. “Trust me on that.”
    “Just be sure you know all the rules.”
    “Don’t worry.” He finished his beer, stood and stretched.
“Two can play at that game. I think you’re right. She’s Frank Vincent’s
bloodhound and she’ll end up taking point on this project. After all, it’s all
a numbers game, right?”
    “As long as it doesn’t compromise quality.” Tyler nodded.
    “I’m making it my mission to find out what makes Ms.
D’Angelo tick so we can get our game plan together. We’re in the bigs here,
Tyler. We aren’t going to fuck it up.”
    * * * * *
    Why on earth am I so nervous?
    You know why, the devil on her shoulder said. You
just don’t want to admit it.
    “It’s just chemistry,” she said aloud, then looked down at
Raymond, patiently lying in front of the dresser. What kind of a dog name was
Raymond, anyway? She’d walked him and fed him, then let him out in the yard one
more time. Now she looked at him as if he held the answer she was looking for.
    “What do you think, big guy? What should I wear? Skirt or
jeans? Tank top and camp shirt or silk?”
    His tail thumped on the floor and his tongue lolled out of
his mouth.
    “Yeah, you’re a big help.”
    She wanted to get this just right, make him relax without
giving him any big ideas. Oh, if sex came up, that was okay. Her mouth watered
when she thought of him in bed.
    But nothing else!
    She stared into the closet where she’d hung the few clothes
she’d brought for the weekend. Casual meant different things to different
people, depending on who you were with. Anything from a simple dress and low
heels to jeans and a pretty top. Where was he taking her? Ragout’s had what was
called casual dining, although how casual it could be with table clothes and
flowers she didn’t know. Or Hannigan’s, a nice seafood place on the river.
Maybe Bluebonnet’s, rustic chic. Her dining habits were so opposite. She was
either in a four-star or five-star restaurant or eating something quick from
the deli.
    This wasn’t even a date. It was a business meal, right? Then
why was she so worried, the woman who knew what to wear for every
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