The Ceo's Little Surprise. Kat Cantrell
to take his offer to the others for due consideration.
But she knew her friends. They’d agree with her that the formula was priceless. “I told you, the formula isn’t for sale.”
He stood suddenly and advanced on her, clearly over the power play she’d instigated by standing by the door. The closer he got, the harder her pulse pounded, but she blinked coolly as if lethally sexy men faced her down on a daily basis.
“It’s smart business to consider all opportunities,” he said as he leaned against the doorjamb not two feet from her. “If you sell, you don’t have to worry about little things like FDA approval and production costs and false-claim lawsuits. You just roll around in your millions and leave the hard work to someone else.”
The scent of clean forest and man wafted in her direction.
“I’m not afraid of hard work,” she stated firmly as she fought to keep from stepping back, out of the line of his masculine fire. It was a battle of wills, and if she fled, he’d figure out how much he truly affected her.
The man was a shaman, mystical and charismatic. One glance, and she’d follow him into his world of hedonistic pleasure. Or at least that had been true in college. She’d learned a few tricks of her own since then, along with developing a shield around her fragile interior.
His gaze held her captive as he reached out and tucked a chunk of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering far longer than they should have.
“What are you afraid of?” he asked softly, his expression morphing into something almost...warm.
You. She swallowed. Where had that come from? Gage didn’t scare her. What scared her was how easily she forgot to control her emotions around him.
This cat-and-mouse game had veered into dangerous territory.
“Taxes,” she muttered inanely and ignored the way her pulse raced.
When was the last time she’d been touched? Months and months. She’d developed a reputation among single men in Dallas as a man-eater and unfortunately, that just made her even more popular as men vied for her attention so they could claim victory. Mostly she just shut them down because the whole scene exhausted her.
And she couldn’t lose sight of the fact that the reason she chewed up men and spit them out was staring her in the face. He was very dangerous indeed if she’d forgotten for a second the destruction he’d caused.
And that’s when it hit her. She was handling Gage all wrong.
This wasn’t college and Gage wasn’t her mentor. They were equals. And he was on her turf. That meant she called the shots.
If he wanted to play, she’d play.
* * *
Once Gage had tucked the errant lock of hair behind her ear, he’d run out of legitimate excuses to have his hands on her. Which didn’t keep him from silently running through a litany of illegitimate excuses.
“Gage,” she murmured throatily and the base of his spine heated. “The formula’s not for sale. I have a board meeting. Seems like we’re done here...unless you’ve got a better offer?”
Her eyelids lowered to half-mast and she didn’t move, but the sensual vibe emanating from her reached out and wrapped around him, drawing him in. Those cutaway panels at her waist would fit his palms perfectly and with any luck, the mesh inserts would allow him to feel her while fully clothed. The thought sent a rush of blood through his veins and the majority of it ended up in a good, solid erection that got very uncomfortable, very fast.
“I just might have something in mind,” he said, his vocal chords scraping the low end of the register. God, she’d even affected his voice.
Down boy. Remind her why the formula is for sale...but only to you.
Yeah, he needed to get back on track, pronto, and stop letting her get into his head. He dropped his hand but leaned into her space to see about turning those tables on her. “You’re doing amazing things here, Cass. I’m proud of what you’ve accomplished.’
Wariness sprang into her gaze as she processed his abrupt subject change. “Thank you. I’m proud of what the girls and I have built.”
He crossed his arms before an errant finger could trail down the line of her throat. Because his lower half wasn’t getting the message that the goal here was to get her hot and flustered. Not the other way around. “Remember that project I helped you with for Dr. Beck’s class?”
That was before they’d started sleeping together. He didn’t recall being so magnetically attracted to Cass back then. Sure he’d wanted to get her naked. But at twenty-four, he’d generally wanted women naked. These days, his taste was a bit more refined, but no woman he’d dated over the years had gotten him this hooked, this fast.
Of course, he never looked up his old girlfriends. Maybe any former lover would affect him the same. But he couldn’t imagine that would be true.
Her eyes narrowed a touch. “The project where I created a new company on paper, complete with a marketing plan and logo and all of that?”
“That’s the one,” he said easily. “You got an A plus, if memory serves. Except you didn’t do that alone. I was right there every step of the way. Guiding you. Teaching you. Infusing you with CEO superpowers.”
In fact, he’d done such a good job, here he was smack in the middle of her corporation negotiating over a Fyra product that was better than his. He appreciated the irony.
An indulgent smile bloomed on her face and he didn’t mistake it for a friendly one. “Nothing wrong with your memory. As much as I’m enjoying this trip down memory lane, if you have a point, now would be the time to make it.”
“Your success here...” He waved a hand at her office without taking his eyes off her. “Is amazing. Your C-suite is unparalleled. But you didn’t get here without me. I’m a big factor in your success.”
“Yes, you are,” she agreed readily. Too readily. “You taught me some of the most important lessons I’ve learned thus far in my life. Fyra’s business philosophy grew 100 percent out of my experience with you.”
She blinked and undercurrents flowed between them but hell if he could figure out what they were. Regardless, it was a great segue. Exactly what he’d hoped for.
“I’m glad you agree. That’s why I’m here. To collect on that long-outstanding debt.”
“Oh, really?” Her head tilted slightly as she contemplated him. “Do tell.”
“You know what I’m talking about. Without me, Fyra might never have existed. You might never have achieved your goals, particularly not to this degree. Don’t you think turnabout is fair play?”
“Hmm.” She touched a finger to her cheek. “Turnabout. Like I owe you for what you’ve done. That’s an interesting concept. It’s kind of like karma, in a way.”
“Kind of.”
But he didn’t like the comparison, not the way she said it. Karma was rarely a word used in the context of reward. More like you were getting what you deserved.
“What I’m saying,” he interjected smoothly before this conversation went in a direction he didn’t like. “Is that I want to buy your formula. My role in your success should be a factor in your decision-making process. In all fairness, you do owe me. But I’m fair, too. I’m not asking you to give me the formula for old times’ sake. One hundred million dollars is a lot of tit for tat.”
He watched her as she filtered through his argument, but her expression remained maddeningly blank.
“Here’s the thing, Gage.” She leaned in, wafting a whole lot of woman in his direction. “You did teach me and I’m grateful. But you must have been sick the day they taught corporate structure, so I’ll clue you in. Again. I’m a quarter owner in