Wanton Heat (A Feel the Heat Novel) (Entangled Brazen) Read Online Free PDF Page A

The designer charcoal jacket and pants fit like he’d been poured into them, while a sky-blue shirt made his eyes look impossibly indigo.
    Her lungs seized a little as he locked gazes with her, his insolence both annoying and a turn-on. Then he smiled, a confident smirk that implied he could read her mind.
    Man, she was so screwed.
    “Ready for our meeting?” She managed to stride toward him without stumbling, clutching her portfolio tighter. “I’ve got a ton of information you should see.”
    “I doubt that,” he said, his laconic drawl making her bristle. That was his intention, and she couldn’t react, couldn’t let him deliberately rile her when she had to nail this meeting. “But why don’t you come in and give it your best shot?”
    He gestured for her to pass him but didn’t move, meaning she had to squeeze past him to enter the den. So His Highness didn’t like to play fair? Too bad for him—she was a killer poker player and had called many a bluff.
    “I guarantee you’ll be impressed,” she said, pausing in the doorway, ensuring their bodies were less than a few inches apart.
    Heat flared in his eyes, and she resisted the urge to say “gotcha!”
    If he intended to undermine her, he’d have to do better than that. She was a master flirt, one of the best, and no way would she let some high-and-mighty prince play mind games with the sole intention of rattling her.
    “I already am,” he said, not moving a muscle. “Very impressed.”
    Zoe had no idea how long they stood there, locked in a standoff, neither of them willing to back down. She could smell his expensive citrus aftershave, could see the tiniest scar beneath his right ear, could feel the heat that radiated off him. It overwhelmed her. Dominic Ricci was too arrogant, too cynical, too much.
    “Good, then you’ll be even more impressed when you see this.” She practically shoved her portfolio in his face before slipping past him into the den.
    She made it as far as a small conference table before her legs wobbled. Damn the man for having such a potent effect on her.
    His business was her future. She had to remember that. Because that inner vixen she’d deliberately locked away for this entire trip? Was getting feisty, rattling her self-imposed cage to escape.
    It would be immense fun to take down a smug bastard like Dominic.
    “Refreshments?” He gestured at a mahogany side bar, where someone had laid out a paper-thin porcelain tea set and a mini-tray of baklava.
    Her mouth watered, but she shook her head. Last thing she needed was nuts stuck in her teeth while she tried to sway him. “No, thanks, I’d rather get started.”
    “Suit yourself.” He sat at the head of the table, leaving her in the awkward position of having to choose a seat. It would need to be close enough to him for him to see the iPad screen, but that would be too close for comfort. Damn.
    She chose the chair on his right, slid her iPad out, and set it up on its stand. It slipped slightly, courtesy of her sweaty palms, and he reached out, steadying it. Unfortunately, she’d been doing the same thing, and his hand enclosed hers. Long, elegant fingers. Broad palm. Firm grip. And heat, so much heat that seeped into her skin and zapped her arm like an injection of pheromones.
    “Thanks,” she said, casually slipping her hand out from under his and resisting the urge to cradle it with the other. “First, I’d like to thank you for giving AW Advertising this chance to meet with you.”
    “I was left no choice.”
    She didn’t understand his bitter response, nor did she want to. She had a job to do and that was convince him that Kaluna Resort’s advertising campaign was in his best interests.
    Her finger swiped the iPad to bring up her first PowerPoint slide, though she didn’t need to look at the screen. She’d mentally rehearsed this a million times and could recite her spiel in her sleep.
    “As I’m sure you’re aware, Kai Kaluna recently hired AW