Reckless In Love (The Maverick Billionaires #2)(9)
“Expect the unexpected,” she reminded herself, saying what had become her mantra so many years ago almost under her breath.
“I always do,” he agreed with a smile. “And then I make sure I’m prepared to deal with whatever comes. Especially when the unexpected is more beautiful, intelligent, and captivating than I ever could have dreamed.”
Charlie’s head, her body, her heart were all still spinning as they pulled up to the curb. Sebastian opened the door and drew her out of the car, their hands linked. And as they stood on the sidewalk, closer now even than they’d been in the limo, the heat arcing between them was electric.
Explosive.
So explosive that she had to pull her hand away just to keep a little sanity. And remind herself that the commission needed to come first. Before all the hot sex she was dying to have with him.
She forced her gaze away from his to take in the immense skyscraper rising above them—and that was when her breath left her lungs for the second time that morning.
Windows reflected the surrounding buildings and the San Francisco Bay. High on the glass fa?ade a monumental sign proclaimed to the world in huge blue letters that the building belonged to MMI. To Sebastian Montgomery, who was Montgomery Media International. A wooden construction barricade walled off the front while a covered walkway led to the entrance.
Inside lurked a completely different world. Traffic noise was hushed. At least three stories high, the lobby ceiling was made entirely of glass that grew up out of the floor at the front and curled over, allowing a wide strip of sunlight to pour down from between the surrounding buildings. Above them, the curved balustrade of the mezzanine provided an overlook. The floor appeared to be polished marble in varying shades of gray and black swirled through with cream. A broad belt of sunshine crept across the marble toward the huge circular fountain filling the lobby center. Charlie put a hand to her mouth, mesmerized as beams of light slid up the sides, and the fountain’s tiles seemed to glow with iridescent color—blues, greens, and reds, like a hummingbird in sunlight.
“It’s magnificent,” she whispered to Sebastian, wondering how on earth she could do it justice.
“I agree,” he said in the same hushed tone, but his gaze was on her, not the fountain. “Totally magnificent.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Magnificent. It was more than just a word to Sebastian, encompassing not only Charlie’s beauty but also the wonder with which she took in everything around her.
“Did you plan the light show this way?” Her voice was quiet, as if they were in a sanctuary.
“It lasts only a short time as the sun moves through at noon. Then the effect is gone.”
“You’ll have people coming here just for this sight.” She held her hands up to the ceiling, the sky, her skin glowing like that of a goddess in the sunlight streaming over her. “And it’s not even hot.”
“Low-E glass reduces the heat.”
“You thought of everything.”
“That’s what I do.” In Sebastian’s experience, if you didn’t account for every detail, if you didn’t understand absolutely everything about the people you dealt with, life could go completely down the tubes.
But he’d never imagined this moment, standing close to the most beautiful, talented woman he’d ever seen. So close he could barely keep from shoving his hands into the thick, gorgeous red masses of her hair and tasting her.
Devouring her.
“Can you already see what the space needs?” He grinned as he added, “A T-Rex, maybe?”
Her smile was a radiant curve. She’d put her palms against her neck, her elbows together in front of her, as if the posture increased her concentration. Tipping her head one way, then the other, she looked up, turned a circle, then stopped in the same spot she’d started from. “I love my T-Rex, but he’s not right for this space.”
Watching her work, getting to be a part of her creative process, had a physical effect on him. A need to touch, to taste, to explore. To try to satisfy all his cravings for her right here, right now. Yet at the same time, it went beyond sex. Because he wanted to be a part of that inner life, to touch the inner woman, to explore her genius. During his early morning meeting, he’d even found himself imagining how he wanted to sketch her. Instead of paying attention to the details of the negotiation, he couldn’t stop thinking of her.
Sebastian had never felt this way about a woman. Not until Charlie.
Then, when her eyes suddenly met his, he was hit with another one of those electric jolts as she said, “I know what you need.”
You.
“Tell me.”
“A chariot race. Like in Ben-Hur.” Her arms came out, encompassing the whole, then her fingers curled as if she were creating her vision out of water that wasn’t even flowing yet. “Four horses running so fast they’re almost flying. The chariot bouncing so hard, it throws its driver, then slams on its side, snaps its wheel, and the magnificent stallions gallop headlong, dragging the broken carcass of the chariot behind them.” She tilted her head as if she was already looking at the sculpture in the middle of his building. “Can you see it?”
“Yes, I see it. The horses breaking free of all attempts to control their power—of everything holding them back—so they can run as fast as they were born to go. It’s what all of us truly long for.”