Good To Be Bad

A funny feeling niggled at her. “Who’s my contact at the University?”

He didn’t look up but glanced at the memo. “Dr. Philips. Dr. Rob Philips.”

R.P.

Karrie couldn’t move. She simply stared at the top of Sandhill’s graying head, her stomach doing flip-flops as the words of Madam Zora came back to haunt her.

ROB GOT OUT OF HIS CAR and looked down at his shoes. Great time to check and see if they matched. The Sanax representative was to meet him in five minutes. He hoped she wasn’t late. A dozen midterm exams waited grading in his office.

He hated this part of his job. Having to schmooze with corporations for either endowments or land use. The only thing worse was dealing with academic bureaucracy. But he played the games so that he could have freedom in the field. He’d learned the hard way to carefully choose his battles.

Having been a child prodigy had its drawbacks. He’d entered college too young, graduated too young and earned his Ph.D. at the age most people were figuring out their majors. Along the way social and tactical skills had lagged. He’d had his share of butting heads with the Dean and board members because he lacked the diplomacy and the patience that presumably came with age.

He wove through the parking lot of Joe’s Crab Shack, thinking again how peculiar it was that the rep had requested they meet at a restaurant. Probably figured he owed her dinner after having to come all the way from New York. Little did she know he’d do a lot more than spring for a meal to gain access to this particular site. Hell, he’d get down on his hands and knees and suck up big time if he had to.

Already having forgotten her name, he patted his pocket for the piece of paper the department secretary had given him. But, because he’d done something vile in a past life, it wasn’t there. He was cursed with a total lack of memory when it came to names. Modern ones, that is. He could list all the Greek gods from Atlas to Zeus without blinking. But anyone from this lifetime, and he was hopeless. It didn’t seem to matter that he’d repeated the name of the cursed woman over and over before leaving for the restaurant. All he could remember were initials. K.A.

He got inside the cool restaurant, and despite his fervent wishes the hostess informed him the Sanax watchdog hadn’t arrived yet, so he followed dutifully to their reserved table and ordered a glass of wine while he waited.

The place was starting to fill up and he hoped he wouldn’t see any of his students. Even though he didn’t get out much he seemed to run into someone from one of his classes every place he went. Which was one reason he didn’t circulate often. Young women appeared to be getting increasingly bold each year.

Although the restaurant area wasn’t too crowded yet, the bar was lined with happy-hour patrons, some of them standing for lack of stools. His gaze immediately was drawn to a redhead sitting at the end of the bar. Really more auburn, her curly hair was tied at her nape and hung halfway down her back.

Even in a khaki skirt she had a great backside, curvy and lush just as it should be. What he could see of her legs made his pulse quicken. Slender yet rounded with just the right amount of muscle.

A man walked up and said something to her and when she turned her head to respond, Rob thought there was something vaguely familiar about her. The slightly upturned nose, high cheekbones, the long graceful neck… She wasn’t one of his students. He was sure he’d remember. Even in his Thursday lectures where attendance often reached a hundred and fifty she would’ve stood out.

Anyway, she was too old to be a student. Probably in her mid to late twenties. Which automatically didn’t rule out the possibility except she was dressed in business attire. So where the hell could he have seen her before?

“Here you go.” The waitress set down his wine and smiled. “Did you want to order, or are you still waiting on someone?”

“Still waiting, thanks.”

“How about an appetizer in the meantime? The crab and artichoke dip is excellent. We also have an assorted shrimp platter.”

“No, thanks anyway.” What he wanted was for her to move and not block his view of the bar.

“Okay, I’ll check back later.”

As soon as she stepped away his gaze returned to the woman sitting at the bar. She was gone. The bartender cleared her empty glass and another woman claimed the chair.

Rob glanced around but didn’t see the redhead. She’d probably left with the guy who’d been talking to her. It didn’t matter. It wasn’t as if Rob would’ve tried to pick her up. That wasn’t his style.

Nevertheless, he took another cursory glance around the room and came up empty. He checked his watch. She was one minute late. He muttered a curse as he reached into his pocket to check once again for the slip of paper with her name on it. He was supposed to be a bright guy with a high IQ. One would think he could remember a name for more than three minutes.

K.A. It should have been enough of a reminder to give him the whole name, but it didn’t. He had no clue.

Taking a sip of his wine, he glanced in the direction of the hostess stand. Two couples hovered, waiting for her attention. Rob rolled a shoulder, curious at the tension cramping his muscles and making him inexplicably edgy.

This meeting wasn’t going to be a big deal. Just a formality. He didn’t expect them to turn down his request. They’d already given every indication that there’d be no problem with the dig. Although why they didn’t simply send him approval in writing he didn’t understand.

Maybe it was his guilty conscience making him uneasy. He hadn’t been totally forthcoming about his reason for selecting that particular site. Still, it shouldn’t matter to Sanax. The land was virtually useless. At least to them.

He took another sip of wine, and as he set down the glass, he saw her. The redhead was coming from the other side of the restaurant. He tried not to stare but the snug fit of her blouse and the way her breasts jiggled slightly reduced his resolve. She had a small waist, too, with a nice flare to her hips. Nothing emaciated or boyish about her.

As she got closer he forced himself to look away, hoping his appointment showed up before he got stupid enough to ask the redhead to have a drink.

“Dr. Philips?”

He turned. She stood in front of him, a tentative smile curving her lips. “Yes,” he said slowly, pleased yet disappointed that she obviously knew him. He’d really hate if she turned out to be a student, after all. But now that she was up close, she really looked familiar.

Her smile faltered. “You probably don’t remember me.”

Frowning, he studied her more closely, and when her tongue slipped out to touch the corner of her mouth, recognition instantly dawned. “Karrie?”

Slowly she nodded.

That name he hadn’t forgotten. What amazed him was how he could have forgotten that face for a single instant. She’d been the one student, the only one, who’d nearly been his undoing. He struggled for composure. “It’s been a long time. Five, six years?”

“Something like that.” She pulled out a chair and sat down. “How have you been?”

He glanced over his shoulder, surprised at her pushiness in inviting herself to his table. He remembered her as being a little on the shy side. Certainly not like some of the other more brazen female students.

Not that he didn’t want to talk with her, catch up on what she’d been doing, but he still had to meet with the Sanax watchdog. Besides, just seeing her again had knocked the wind out of him, and he needed to be on his toes. She wasn’t his student anymore. No more boundaries. And he was definitely interested. But first, business.

“Dr. Philips? Is anything wrong?”

He met her puzzled eyes. Hazel. More golden than green. And lashes that were naturally long and thick. He’d never been this close to her before. He’d made it a point not to.

“No, not exactly. I, um…”

She sucked in her lower lip, making the tiny dimple at one corner of her mouth more pronounced. It looked as if she’d pulled her hair back tighter since she’d been sitting at the bar, but escaped tendrils curled around her face, a mass of golden highlights picked up by the flickering light from the candle on the table.

“Good evening. May I get you something to drink?” The waitress said, making him jump. He hadn’t even seen her approach. “A glass of wine while you look at the menu maybe?”

“Just some iced tea, please.” Karrie smiled at the other woman and then looked back at him. “I got here early and had something at the bar already.”

Damn. How was he going to do this tactfully?

“Look, Karrie,” he said as soon as the waitress left. “I’d really like to hear about what you’ve been doing. Maybe you could give me your number and—”

She looked affronted.

This was precisely the type of situation he tried to avoid. Small talk, especially with women, was not his strong suit. He always managed to say the wrong thing. “The truth is, I’m here to meet someone. It’s business.”

Her confused frown deepened, her lush full lips parting provocatively. It threw him off balance and he fumbled for the right words that wouldn’t sound as if he were blowing her off.

He pushed a hand through his hair, then checked his watch. “Do you have plans later?”