Saving the CEO (49th Floor #1)(51)

Oh, and there was also the part where they were done. Relationship, entanglement, whatever—over.

“Hi!” she said, stepping back to let him in. “Is this okay?” She twirled, showing off a long-sleeved black silk blouse, a dark purple pencil skirt, and low black heels.

“Perfect,” he said, and meant it. She managed to look polished but not overly formal. He might have added that perhaps the skirt hugged her ass and hips a trifle too tightly, but he checked himself. Just because he had a dirty mind where she was concerned didn’t mean there was anything wrong with the skirt.

“So Junior is a bit of a piece of work, hey?”

He laughed. “Yeah, he’s pretty much the textbook entitled, spoiled, rich kid who never grew up.”

“Because he never had to work a day in his life,” she said, her top lip curling up on one side. Coming from Cassie, that was probably the worst insult possible. “But I like Senior. And Tania.”

“About Junior,” said Jack, who had just come from a one-on-one with Senior.

“Yeah?” She turned to the full length mirror opposite the bed and whipped out a tube of lipstick.

“David just told me he won’t sell if Brian is opposed.”

“What?” She stopped, one lip scarlet-ified, the other her natural Cassie pink. The juxtaposition was oddly erotic. He took a step toward the door.

“He might not sell anyway, but if Brian objects, he definitely won’t.”

“Well, that’s it, then, isn’t it?” she asked. “Brian will object, won’t he?”

“I don’t think it’s that simple. You hit on it yourself—he may like the idea of helming a big company, but he might be self-aware enough to realize that he doesn’t actually want to work.”

“Hmmm.” She went back to her lips. “A self-aware lazy good-for-nothing!”

“A buyout might suit him fine—take the money and run. We’ll have to feel him out.” He ran his fingers through his hair and sat on Cassie’s bed. “I’m no closer with Senior, though. I can’t figure him out. He seems open to my ideas, but I think he wants Brian to want the company. Yet he must realize that putting his son at the helm of the family company will mean its ultimate demise.”

She turned, perfect geisha-girl red lips smiling at him. “Families are complicated.”

He sighed. “That’s why it’s so much easier not to have one.”





Chapter Fifteen


After a dinner of the most amazing duck confit Cassie had ever had—okay, the only duck confit Cassie had ever had—everyone retired to a small den-like room to start talking business.

“I’m just going to level with you, Jack,” said David. “I’m not sure you’re the right man for Wexler Construction. The eco-resort—I get it, I guess. But aren’t you trying to transition into being more of a Caribbean sun-and-surf type developer?”

“There’s a lot more continuity between the two types of projects than you might think,” said Cassie, before she could think better of it. Darn. She really should stick to the financials and let Jack do the rest of the talking. But now everyone, Jack included, was looking at her. “The Mexican property is also going to be an eco-resort,” she offered. “And though it’s bigger than this place would be, the basic principles are down-scalable.”

“Are they, though?” said Senior. “To be honest, I was always skeptical of your decision to move into Mexico. You’re a small player on the international scene. Hasn’t that project leveraged you way too much to take on something like this?”

“Actually, no,” said Jack. “Cassie can show you the projections for that project. It’s true we’ve directed a lot of resources into it, but we’re well positioned to work on a project here, too.”

“I’d like to see those numbers,” said David.

This was her cue. Cassie’s stomach fluttered. “I’ll just run to my room and get my computer,” she said. She hadn’t been sure if she should bring it with her, or if they were going to cling to the fiction that this was a social visit. But clearly Senior had shifted gears, and now he was all business.

“I’ll come with you,” he said. “Then we can swing by my office and you can show me there. I have some notes I want to get.” He stood and looked back at Jack. “Jack, you want to come, or are you still leaving the down and dirty finances to your lieutenants?”

“Lieutenants,” said Jack, smiling and lifting his glass. “Especially when the alternative is port that’s this good.”

Tania smiled. “And Jack promised me a game of chess, so I’m keeping him.”

And so Cassie found herself in David Wexler’s office, situated at the back of the house and featuring a wall of windows. “Oh!” she exclaimed when she stepped into the still-dark office. “Can you wait to turn on the light for just a moment?” She moved to the window. The house was situated in a small clearing, and if you looked up from this vantage point, the sky twinkled with stars.

“Amateur astronomer?” Wexler asked. “You start to take it for granted, but it’s gorgeous, isn’t it?”

“I can’t imagine taking this for granted,” said Cassie. When he didn’t answer, she realized she’d been unwise to speak so honestly. He probably thought she was scolding him somehow. “I just mean…”