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forward and held her hand out over the table toward him.
    “Yes, but you must call me Evan, as we
are supposed to be a couple.” His fingers caressed her palm as he released her
handshake.
    Unwanted shivers scattered her senses for
a moment. “Yes. Evan,” she managed to say, hoping she didn’t sound as
breathless as she felt.
    It was at that moment she knew she was
playing with explosive ordnances here, and her only experience in the past had
ended with her getting badly burnt. She would need to work extra hard to keep
herself at a safe distance from Evan’s potent sensuality.
    The corners of his lips rose in a
self-congratulatory smile. “It’s going to be a pleasure doing business with
you.”
    Cassie fought the urge to flee as he
placed the first land mine.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
     
    The following
afternoon, dressed comfortably in khakis and a black linen shirt for San
Miguel, Evan settled next to Cassie in a leather seat on the company jet.
    “Do you need anything before we take
off?” he asked her.
    “You mean like a preflight cocktail?” She
looked up after buckling her belt.
    “It’s only two o’clock. Do you always
drink this early in the day?”
    She grinned. “No, I was just teasing. I’m
fine. Thanks.” She wriggled in her seat as if to find the most comfortable spot
then looked out the window.
    He studied her profile while pretending
to watch the busyness of the Boston airport over her shoulder. Their dinner the
previous night had been unexpectedly entertaining. Not only had she cleaned up
nicely in a sexy dress, she’d turned out be a gutsy negotiator, even though
he’d easily been able to read her face and body language, a skill he’d honed
through his years as a Dom.
    He’d gotten a kick out of her bargaining
strategy and had willingly given in to her demand for more money. He would have
paid her twice what she’d asked if he’d needed to. Hell, he’d spent at least
that much on jewelry for his last girlfriend’s Christmas present.
    Although he’d enjoyed the interplay with
Cassie, he hadn’t wanted to push her too far. It was too important to have her
with him this weekend. For the health of Mitchell Industries, he needed this deal
to go through with Xavier and having a woman at his side was Xavier’s
requirement.
    After his negotiations with Cassie,
they’d enjoyed a delicious dinner and lively conversation. She’d entertained
him with amusing stories of growing up a Navy brat, but he couldn’t help
noticing the hint of sadness in her tone the few times she’d mentioned growing
up without a mother’s influence. There’d also been an underlying tension in her
words when she mentioned her father, and for some reason, he’d wanted to push her
into telling him why.
    Evan had delayed their departure for San
Miguel until this afternoon, so Cassie could do some emergency shopping for the
weekend. He scanned her from head to toe. If he wasn’t mistaken, she’d gone for
a complete makeover, and the results were impressive. She looked every inch the
part of his socialite girlfriend.
    Her hair was cut shorter in a way that
stylishly curled around her shoulders. Her fingernails were polished, as were
the toenails peeking out of her strappy heels, and they matched the bright pink
sundress she wore under her white cardigan.
    When they reached San Miguel, she wasn’t
going to need that sweater anymore, and he was anticipating the opportunity to
brush his fingers along the soft skin of her bared shoulders as he helped to
slide it off her.
    He’d been taken aback by his enflamed
reaction when she’d opened her hotel room door last night. She’d changed so
completely from the androgynous helicopter pilot into a sexy woman, he almost
hadn’t believed it was the same person.
    Her brown hair had fanned around her
heart-shaped face and hung just below her shoulders. Her skin had looked soft
and smooth, but it was her eyes that had really