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turned back to Adam. “Then perhaps you’ll bring Lauryn to cocktails on Monday evening. The club is closed then, isn’t it?”
    â€œWe’d like that,” Adam accepted without consulting Lauryn. But she didn’t care about his high-handedness. He was going to get her into a house her mother had probably visited and introduce her to people her mother had probably known. While they were on the island maybe she could convince him to show her his place and she could walk her mother’s path.
    â€œLovely. See you at eight.” Mrs. Ainsley glided off with the grace of the queen.
    Adam sat quickly, followed by the arrival of their meal. After the waiter departed Lauryn looked at her companion. “You’re very sneaky.”
    A mischievous smile slanted his lips, making him look like a bad boy inviting her to come out and play. The dormant rebel in Lauryn raised its head, but she quickly reined in her naughty urges. She’d given up her penchant for bad boys.
    â€œI know what I want and I’m not ashamed to go after it. Helene is one of the biggest gossips in the Greater Miami area. By the time we announce our engagement it will be old news.”
    She gaped at him. “Need I remind you that I turned you down?”
    â€œYou’ll change your mind.” He lifted his wineglass in a silent toast. His eyes held a challenge. “Or I’ll change it for you. We’ll be good together, Lauryn. In bed and out.”
    Tendrils of desire wound through her. And that, Lauryn realized, was the crux of her dilemma. The answers she wanted were right at her fingertips, but only if she broke the promise she’d made to her father and herself before the ink on her annulment had dried.
    Next time, she’d vowed, she’d marry for all the right reasons.
    And the business alliance Adam proposed didn’t even come close.

    He almost had her.
    Adam didn’t know why the idea of drinks with the Ainsleys’ stuffy crowd excited Lauryn, but he’d seen the flash of interest in her eyes and the heightened color on her cheeks earlier at lunch.
    He rinsed the last of the shaving cream from his face, patted dry and then padded naked into his bedroom to dress for a Friday night at the club. He fed off the pulse of the music, the flash of the lights and the energy of Estate’s guests. Knowing he provided a good time for hundreds of people each night and was financially rewarded for doing so filled him with satisfaction.
    Work. He lived for it. Why couldn’t his family—specifically his brothers—see that? But they viewed his life as one big party and treated him like a perpetual frat boy.
    He made it halfway across the room before the mental image of Lauryn in his bed stalled his steps. Hell, he couldn’t be attracted to her, could he? Before Brandon’s suggestion, Adam had never had a sexual thought about his accountant. Or any employee, for that matter.
    Lauryn had done nothing to light his fire. She was cool and withdrawn. She didn’t flirt. Even though he’d spent an hour with her today, he didn’t know any more about her than he had before lunch except that the smiles he used to make other women melt didn’t affect Lauryn Lowes.
    But he had to admit something happened when he touched her to quicken his pulse and heat his blood. Was his interest piqued solely because she’d said no?
    Shaking his head to clear the image of her pale skin spread across his black sheets, he headed for his closet. Any anticipation he might feel for seeing her again could be attributed to moving closer toward his goal. The marriage would be strictly business. Not pleasure. Although he was beginning to suspect Lauryn had a good body beneath her shapeless clothing and that he could derive a great deal of pleasure from exploring it.
    All right, so he wanted to see her naked, but that was only because he was curious to know what she was hiding and why.
    And if