Alexandria sighed. Josh was far too old for his age, exposed to such a sordid life. Unfortunately, he was also right: this meeting was important. After all, it was for his future. Thanks, Henry. I owe you for this. I need this job. Alexandria bent to kiss Joshua. I love you, little buddy. Be safe.
I love you, Alex, he echoed. Be safe.
The familiar words comforted her as she made her way back through the cypress trees and around the kitchen to the steps leading to the balcony overhanging the cliffs. This restaurant was famous for its view of the crashing waves below. Wind tugged at her hair pulled into a chignon, spraying salt and droplets of sea foam. Alexandria paused at the intricately carved door, took a deep breath, raised her chin, and moved inside with an air of confidence her churning stomach belied.
Soft music, crystal chandeliers, and a jungle of beautiful plants gave the illusion of stepping into another world. The room was divided into private little nooks, its huge, flickering fireplace giving each recess a warm, intimate feel.
Alexandria flashed the maitre d a smile. Im meeting Mr. Ivan. Has he arrived yet?
Right this way, the man said with an approving look.
Thomas Ivan choked on his Scotch as the beautiful Alexandria Houton approached his table. He often brought his dates to this cozy restaurant, but this young woman was a decided improvement. She was on the short side, slender, but with full curves and fantastic legs. Her large sapphire eyes were fringed with dark lashes, her mouth lush and sexy. Her golden hair was twisted into a severe chignon that emphasized her classic bone structure and high cheekbones. Heads turned to follow her progress. She didnt appear aware of the havoc she was creating, but the maitre d seemed to be escorting royalty. There was definitely something special about this woman.
Thomas coughed to clear his throat and find his voice. He rose to his feet, shook her extended hand, and privately gloated at his good fortune. This gorgeous young creature needed him. A good fifteen years her senior, with money, influence, and fame, he could make or break her career. And he meant to exploit every pleasurable possibility of that very favorable position.
Its a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Ivan, she said softly. Her melodious voice played over his skin like the touch of silken fingertips.
Indeed. Thomas held her hand a moment longer than necessary. The sweet innocence in her eyes made her natural sexiness all the more provocative. He wanted her fiercely and set his mind to having her.
Alexandria kept her hands clasped together in her lap so their trembling would not betray her nervousness. She couldnt believe she was actually sitting with such a brilliant man as Thomas Ivan. Even more, being considered as the artist for his next project. It was the chance of a lifetime. When he remained silent, studying her intently, she searched for something polite and fairly intelligent to say. This is a beautiful restaurant. Do you come here often?
Thomas felt his heart leap. She was interested in him as a man! Why else would she make the inquiry? She might look cool and untouched, even faintly haughty, but she was fishing for information about his personal relationships. He lifted one eyebrow and gave her his carefully cultivated smile, the one that always took their breath away. Its my favorite restaurant.
Alexandria didnt like the suddenly smug look in his eyes, but she smiled anyway. I brought some sketches with me. Samples of ideas, drawings of the story line you suggested for your next game. I see so clearly in my mind what youre describing. I know youve been using Don Michaels for Nighthawks . Hes very good, but I dont think he captures exactly what you envision. I see so much more detail, so much more power. Under cover of the table, Alexandria twisted her fingers together but tried to remain outwardly composed.
Thomas was startled. She was absolutely right. Michaels was a big name, with a big ego to match, but hed never fully understood Thomass vision. However, Alexandrias obvious professionalism irritated him. She looked so cool and untouchable. She wanted to talk business. Women usually threw themselves at him.
Alexandria could see the annoyance gathering on Thomas Ivans face. She dug her nails into her palms. What was wrong? Doubtless she was coming on too strong. A man with his rakish, debonair reputation probably preferred a more feminine approach. She needed this job; she certainly couldnt start right out making him angry. What harm was there in a light flirtation? Ivan was a wealthy, handsome bachelor, exactly the kind of man she should be attracted to. She sighed inwardly. She never seemed honestly attracted to anyone. For a while shed put it down to the unsavory men in their neighborhood, to her many responsibilities with Joshua. Now she secretly thought she might be truly frigid. But she could fake it if she had to.
Thomas Ivans next comment proved her right. I dont think we should spoil our dinner with business talk, do you? he said, flashing a charming smile.