page8 (1/2)
At least that explained things, though she flattered herself if she thought he’d want her again, want her badly enough to threaten to tell her husband about them But there was no “them” There never had been and besides, the day he had to coerce a woman into bed was the day he’d check himself into a retirement home
It just plain infuriated hi him over He wanted to tell her that—but she’d already packed up her things and left
Running out seeet aith it this time
Slade shook hands all around Dobbs walked him to the door
“We’ll be in touch soon, Mr Baron”
Slade nodded “That’s fine Oh, by the way…your Ms Stevensprocedures that were inaccurate”
“A diligent young woman, Ms Stevens” Dobbs chuckled “Just between us, I’m afraid she went a bit overboard”
“Diligent, as you said, sir But I’d like to correct her about those procedures Would you knohere I ht find her?”
“In Finance Fourth floor The receptionist there can direct you Nice of you to want to help straighten her out, Mr Baron—or may I call you Slade?”
“You may, indeed,” Slade replied, and s out Lara Stevens will be a pleasure”
The receptionist was obliging, and pointed hiht direction
Lara’s secretary was not “You can’t go in there unannounced,” she said, and leaped to her feet, but Slade had already turned the knob and flung open the door
Lara was standing at theShe swung around at the sound of the intrusion, the color draining from her face when she saw Slade
“Ms Stevens, I tried to tell this gentlee his way into your office—”
“Tell your secretary to go away,” Slade said coldly
“Ms Stevens, if you’d like me to call security…?”
Slade moved into the room “Tell her, dammit”
Lara sed “It’s all right, Nancy” Her voice was steady and cal crazy She couldn’t let hihtly, “it’s fine This is Mr Baron We, ah, we had so just now…” Lara pasted a smile to her lips “That will be all, Nancy Thank you”
Slade waited until he heard the door close behind him
“I underestiar,” he said softly
“What do you want, Slade?”
He dus in a chair and strolled toward her “Here I’d ticketed you for bein’ nothin’ ood time…”
Her face was still white as paper but she didn’t move a muscle
“…lookin’ for a good tiot all the instincts of a shark”
Lara stepped forward and folded her arms This was her turf, not his, and she’d be daain, Slade What do you want?”
“Just the chance to congratulate you” He smiled lazily “You put on one hell of a fine performance for the boys in the boardrooh to make it count “Or should that be Mrs?”
“Mrs…” She caught her bottoold on her ring finger, then at him “Yes”
“That’s it? Just, ‘yes’?” Slade leaned a hip against the edge of her desk “Coet hitched? Since we last met?” This tiet’ to wear your ring e had our little, ah, encounter?”
That got to her Her shoulders squared and the look she shot hi
“I won’t even dignify that comment with an answer Now, if you’ll excuse me—”
“Who’s the lucky guy? I ive him a call, invite him for a couple of beers”
She thought of inventing a naht better of it “I knoill break your heart to hear this but you won’t have the chance I’m divorced”
Slade’s brows arched “Is that a fact? Married and divorced, all in a year and a half My oh my, darlin’ You’ve certainly been busy”