So Good: A Ribbon Ridge Novel (Love on the Vine Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

close the door, and make myself presentable. Sound good?”
    Still, she hesitated, but finally said, “Sure.” She walked toward him slowly, and he couldn’t help but appreciate the view. She wore a sleeveless red-and-white-floral sundress with red sandals. Her toenails were painted red too, and they’d been coral the other night. Yeah, he noticed things like that. Just like he noticed the sexy gold chain hugging her ankle.
    She stepped into the office, and he gestured to the mini fridge tucked beneath a granite counter in the corner. “Help yourself to whatever,” he said. “There’s water, iced tea, and a Riesling.” He winked at her before going into the bathroom to get dressed.
    He hurried, half afraid she would leave before he could finish and curious as hell as to why she’d come.
    When he went back out, she was standing at the floor-to-ceiling windows, which afforded a stunning view of the vineyard and Ribbon Ridge beyond.
    “This is gorgeous. How do you work? I’d just stare at this all day.”
    He moved to stand beside her. “Sometimes it’s tough, I’ll admit. But I do love my job, so that helps.”
    “I bet,” she murmured, and he loved the dark, seductive sound of her voice.
    He looked at her empty hands. “You didn’t get anything to drink?”
    She turned her head to look at him. “I didn’t want to open the Riesling.”
    “Not one of your favorites?”
    “Just the opposite. It would be a shame to open it now and have just one glass.”
    Cam grinned. “So, we’ll have more than one.”
    Her lips curved into a half-smile. “I’m working.”
    He went to the fridge and grabbed a sparkling water. “Is that why you’re here?” He downed half the bottle before sitting in the comfy leather chair that was angled near the couch.
    She came to join him, perching on the dark brown leather sofa, where she’d dropped her shoulder bag. “Yes, actually.”
    “Bummer. I was hoping you’d changed your mind about going out with me.”
    She smoothed her hand over her skirt, which fell across her knee. “I don’t remember you asking me out. You asked if you could call me.”
    “You are such a stickler for details.”
    “I’m a stickler for accuracy.” She straightened, assuming a businesslike posture. “Anyway, let’s stay on topic, shall we?”
    Damn, he loved talking to her, even if they were sparring. Especially if they were sparring. She was sharp and engaging—flirty, even if she didn’t mean to be. “By all means.”
    “I came to talk to you about your wine. Have you selected a distributor yet?”
    He should’ve seen this coming, but he’d been too distracted by his attraction to her. “No. You think it should be you?”
    “I do. I love your wines, and I think I have a good handle on how to sell them.”
    He didn’t disagree. Her comments about them reflected a keen knowledge and a true love of wine. Still, he wanted to make her work for this. A woman he used to see had once called him sadistic because he’d taunted her too much in bed. Maybe she was right.
    “Tell me how.” He sat back in the chair and took another drink of water, all while scrutinizing her and thinking about his damn three-strikes rule. He wanted to ignore it and try again. Hell, he wanted to torch it to the ground and put everything he had into pursuing her, but he wasn’t a stalker. Still, if they hired her as their distributor, they’d see each other often enough, and maybe that would be all he needed to wear her down. She couldn’t be disinterested. Not with the way she flirted. And definitely not with the way she’d checked him out in his towel.
    “My territory is western Oregon and Washington. I have great contacts. Before I moved here, I worked for the Southern Oregon Wine Collective.”
    Cam had worked with them a little when he’d been at Blackthorn Cellars. “That’s a great outfit. Why’d you leave there to come here?”
    She hesitated just long enough to make him curious. “It was a