Overnight Cinderella. Katherine GarberaЧитать онлайн книгу.
good deal of her time in those stores.
“Duke, I’ve done some preliminary work on security for the Gala, but would love to hear your ideas.”
He had some thoughts he’d love to share with her, too, but he had to keep his mind on business. Security for the Gala was crucial. With recent labor disputes, threats had been made. Since the strikers weren’t anywhere close to resolving their employment issues, Duke was personally going to monitor the security.
“I’ve booked the Seashore Mansion on Hilton Head for the event.”
Duke shook his head, he was familiar with the five-star luxury resort and knew the layout. With its balconies and beachfront access there was little chance of good security. The resort relied on the private beach to keep intruders at bay. That wouldn’t do. He’d have to do an on-site tour and then find a place that met his security needs.
“Don’t shake your head. I already signed a contract with them.”
“You may have to break it.”
“No, I won’t. Your job is to oversee security, not secure a location.”
“I can’t do my job if I don’t know what’s involved. I’ll call the hotel myself and see if they’ll meet our needs.”
“‘Our needs’?”
“For both the event and the security.”
“Is there a security risk?”
“Nothing my team can’t handle, but there have been a few threats made since the strike started.”
“I didn’t realize that. I’m very good at my job, Duke. Don’t let my outside packaging fool you.”
A vision of that unhooked garter wandered up from his memory. “Your undergarments are in no way average or mousy.”
She blushed. Against his will he was fascinated by the tide of peach sweeping up her cheeks. Did the color start at her breasts? He’d never met any woman who was as open in her emotions as this lady.
“You’re a cad to mention that.”
“Cad?”
“Cad,” she said, and gave him a tight smile.
“A bit Victorian in our language, are we?”
“In my lifestyle, too, not that it’s any of your business. I hope we don’t have to change locations. The grand ballroom overlooks the ocean, and the patio for the reception is simply the best I’ve seen up and down the coast. We really want to do things right this year.”
“I know, but security has to be a consideration.” It was the one thing he did really well. Protect strangers, he thought.
“Very well. I have a backup location.”
Duke didn’t say anything else. He admired her spunk and preplanning. She’d known her location might not work out and had a contingency plan. Despite what she’d said about being mousy and average, her personality said the opposite.
She was full of spirit, and though he admired grit, he didn’t want to admire her because she was also intelligent. Two qualities he’d always found attractive in a woman. Dammit. He wasn’t attracted to her. His racing blood and arousal said differently.
“Where’s the backup location?”
She told him and they discussed the other details of the event. The invited speaker was a renowned motivationalist who would also need a security detail. They even talked about checking out the workers before letting them into the ballroom the night of the Gala.
As the meeting progressed, one thing became very clear: Cami wanted to be in charge. He wondered if she had the confidence to pull off the event and the high-level meetings involved. He knew she had the skill. Her preplanning and poise in this meeting made that apparent.
He wondered what stimulation would work the best with her. He’d bet she couldn’t resist a dare.
“The work you’ve done is great. Send all the files up to my office and I’ll have my secretary book biweekly meetings for us. I’ll oversee the coordination of the security details while you do the grunt work.”
He knew he shouldn’t be pleased to have his theory proven but couldn’t help it. She was almost beautiful when her eyes sparkled with determination.
Tapping an unpainted fingernail against the surface of her desk, she said, “Duke, you seem to have misunderstood something.”
“What’s that, Cami?” he asked, deliberately using her first name to goad her.
“I’m the event coordinator. That means I’m in charge of the event—the entire event.”
He waited a beat to make sure she was focused on him. “Not anymore.”
Cami stared at the modern warrior sitting in her guest chair and felt her temper rise. Or at least she tried to tell herself that the tingling in her veins came from anger—and not any attraction she might be feeling.
The situation was delicate. She’d have to bring him around to her way of thinking. He obviously didn’t know a thing about event planning because he thought five months out they could break their contract and find a decent space elsewhere.
She knew her looks and the way she acted invited people to walk over her, especially after the meeting earlier this week when she’d done everything but come right out and say, “I’m incompetent.” But when she was in her element, as she was in this job, people usually discovered she had enough backbone to stand her ground.
She needed all the courage she could scrape together to work with Duke Merchon. He was a very overwhelming man. He exuded confidence and self-assurance the way her older sister did. Cami realized she was tired of playing second fiddle.
She’d started this meeting off all wrong. She wished she’d just lived with the stupid run up the middle of her leg instead of deciding to change her hose. Once a man saw a woman’s legs, he looked at her differently.
“If this is because I was changing my hose when you arrived—”
“It has nothing to do with your legs,” he cut her off. “I’m used to being in charge. I can handle any problem that arises. It makes sense to have one leader. Security touches all aspects of the event.”
“Ever heard of a little thing called the Equal Rights Amendment?”
He leaned forward, using all two hundred pounds and six foot two inches to intimidate her. “Ever hear ‘might makes right’?”
Cami smiled. It was so obvious this man was used to winning and being in control. But she couldn’t afford to give up her position as event coordinator. This was her chance to prove herself within Pryce Enterprises, and a promotion hinged on her success. Not just a promotion but a change of life. She wouldn’t be a research librarian anymore but Pryce’s special events coordinator if she pulled this off. Besides, she realized suddenly, she wanted Duke to acknowledge he was wrong.
“I’m afraid I have heard the phrase, but it doesn’t apply in this case.”
“Why not?”
“I’m not afraid of you.”
“You should be.”
“Why?”
“Honey, a woman like you doesn’t stand a chance against a man like me.”
God, she hated it when men pointed out how plain she was. Why did they start sentences with “a woman like you”? Didn’t they understand she was more than they saw? Maybe you aren’t, a tiny voice inside her answered.
“Duke, we’ll get along a lot better if you stop pointing out how unattractive I am.”
“Anyone with those legs isn’t unattractive.”
She lifted