Ten Ways To Win Her Man

“You can’t seriously think I’ll accommodate you on this. It makes absolutely no fiscal sense, and I have board members to report to!”

“It was worth a try.”

“So was looking for life on Mars but no one seriously thought they’d find it there.”

“Call me a dreamer.”

And wouldn’t that go with those blue eyes. Danielle shook her head as something soft tried to fill it. “My answer is no.”

“So it’s on to round two then. But Dani.” He trailed off and moved to the door, opened it and looked back at her. “Don’t take anything that happens from here on in personally. Just for the record, it turns out that I like you.”

“That’s m’lady to you.” Her intelligent, calculating, CEO knees nearly buckled.

He chuckled, a sound that was rich and warm and golden, then he stepped through the door again and was gone.

Danielle’s stomach jittered. It felt as if it had suddenly filled with a hundred fluttering…well, plovers. She’d read somewhere—probably in all that literature he’d sent her—that they darted after their food when they were hungry. Her nerves were darting. She sank back down into her chair again, dazed.

What had just happened here? Pure, sizzling, instant chemical attraction, she answered herself. It scared her to death. She didn’t know quite what to do with it.

But she liked it.

Chapter Two

“He wants you to call off the resort because of those birds?”

Danielle’s secretary stood openmouthed in the center of her office early the next morning. Angelique was a stunning, statuesque and shrewd blonde who proved that looks didn’t necessarily preclude brains or vice versa. When Richard had first hired her, Danielle had felt the requisite kick of wifely alarm. Then she had gotten to know her.

Three years ago, when Richard had passed on, Danielle had moved her own lackluster secretary into the PR department and had kept Angelique on to work for her. Over time, they’d become friends, eschewing all Richard’s whispered warnings in Danielle’s head that it wasn’t wise to become overly intimate with the staff. The business was all Danielle had. There was no one outside it for her to confide in, worry with, to clap for her victories. Without Angelique, Danielle knew she would be isolated in her ivory tower.

Maxwell Padgett’s words shot back to her. And you’re alone now. She shook them off.

“Actually, I think it’s all political.” Danielle sipped papaya juice. Twelve hours after the scotch, she still had a headache. Twelve hours after Maxwell Padgett had made his departure, her insides still hummed.

Angelique thought about that and nodded. “Senator Roberson promised something during his campaign about preserving that area of coastline.”

“Yes.” And the public knew that with Maxwell Padgett and his coalition in his corner, Roberson could deliver on such promises. It had gotten Roberson elected by a narrow margin. What he’d had over his opponent was his close relationship with the powerful lobbyist who could be trusted to push through the legislation Roberson wrote.

Still, Danielle had stood tough against both of them for months. But now she had actually met Maxwell Padgett and that put a different spin on things. Her blood shivered again.

“How do you do it?” she asked suddenly. “How do you draw men like bees to honey?” It was one of Angelique’s gifts. Longevity in relationships was not.

Angelique poured herself a mug of coffee and frowned at her. “Why do you want to know?”

Just for the record, it turns out that I like you. Remembering Max’s words, she recalled the skitter of excitement that had gone through her. She wanted to feel more of that, Danielle thought, whatever had been going through her blood since twenty past six last night. “I’ve decided I want one.”

Angelique went still. “But you were married to Richard.” Angelique rarely made such inane observations which, Danielle supposed, only showed how much she’d surprised her. And what did that say for the state of her life?

“Of course I was,” Danielle said. “Three years ago. You’re the one who keeps telling me that you think I need to get out more.”

“I know. I did. I do.” Angelique drank from her mug. “I guess I meant…with friends. I seem to have this image of you and Richard still welded together, in the back of my brain.”

“He’s gone now,” Danielle said quietly. And, she thought, she had never felt like this with Richard. Not once, not for a second or a minute or an hour. She’d met him during her last year in graduate school when he’d lectured to one of her classes. He’d invited her for a cup of coffee afterward, and they’d eased into a comfortable, steady courtship that had turned into a comfortable, steady marriage. It had lasted for seven quiet years until he had died. He’d taught her, praised her, admired her…and yes, in many ways he’d welded her to his side where nothing or no one could do her harm or touch her too closely.

This was different.

This was…lust, Danielle thought. It was chemistry, with a zing here and a wallop there. It was fireworks on the Fourth of July going off in her brain. It was possibility—open, endless possibility—a feeling of being utterly alive. Maxwell’s hands! And that grin. His eyes! Her heart rolled over.

She’d been in awe of Richard from the first moment she’d met him, but he had never once made her forget herself and drink two scotch and waters. Their marriage had been a placid pond compared to a churning ocean. Max Padgett was tidal waves, and she had only just realized that she didn’t know how to swim.

“Okay, I can deal with this,” Angelique mused. “You are, after all, still a young woman.”

Danielle glanced at her. “Well, thank you for that.” She was only thirty-six.

“Are we talking about any specific man here?”

“Maxwell Padgett.”

Angelique’s jaw dropped all over again. “This is about the bird man?”

“Who did you think I was talking about? Will you help me?”

“To do what exactly?”

“I don’t know…to acquire his interest.”

Angelique was instantly alarmed. “Acquire? A man isn’t some property you can buy! If you want him, you have to lure him.”

“Lure?” Danielle paused, frowning. “Okay. But I need a plan.”

“A plan is exactly what you don’t need.”

“I want to set my goals and figure out how best to effectuate them.”

“No! With men, you just have to sort of…you know, feel your way along. A plan would scare the death out of 90 percent of them. If Max even smells a plan—” Angelique broke off and snapped her fingers. “Gone.”

“No plan?” Danielle repeated faintly. She was definitely out of her depth here.

“No, just a few minor adjustments to start with. The first thing you need to do is plunk down a million or so into some kind of sanctuary for those little feathered friends of his.”

“A million?” She was shocked. “That’s ridiculous! They’re plovers!”

“It will look sincere. And he feels strongly about them. Besides, Richard left you with more money than you could spend in a lifetime even if you weren’t raking in your own huge salary.”

That was true. Danielle hesitated, then she nodded. It seemed like a lot, but Angelique knew about such things. She was never without a man.

“It will make him happy,” Angelique continued, “and it will buy us some time to get rid of these suits you always wear.”

“Richard loved my suits!”