He was thinking of her.
His thoughts drifted to her, as they had insisted on doing for most of the day. The quick flash of desire annoyed him. Seated behind a huge mahogany desk, Max Gray formed a tight fist.
Damn you, Kate Bergen!
“I’ve rescheduled your meeting with Rosen for next month, including the one with Lambert.” Max’s secretary, Darcy, informed him over the speaker phone. “Also, Bacci & Bacci, the PR firm called and are ready to present when you are.”
Although distracted, he managed to reply. “Always efficient, Darcy.”
“I try,” she said, sounding pleased. “Anything else?”
“Contact Geraldine in London. Have her email me the preliminary figures. And I want to hear from Luca by three, Rome time.”
“He’s in Washington at the moment, Max.”
Feeling restless, his fingers tapped a fast staccato on the desk. Where had this sudden feeling come from? he wondered. As he tried to formulate a response, he remembered the taste of Kate. “Washington? Did he sign already?”
“Not that I know of.”
“Well, track him down. I want to know what’s going on with the Marlowe acquisition.”
“Will do, Max,” she said, and clicked off.
With business taken care of for the moment, his mind returned to the object of his desire.
What was it about her?
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