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He hadn’t decided how honest to be with her about the sex thing. Considering how soon it was into the encounter, he didn’t want to bare his soul and all his insecurities. That time might never come.

      She stood silhouetted by the light coming through the sheer draperies. He couldn’t see her face very well, but her rigid posture suggested she was feeling under attack. He would have liked to move closer, but she might interpret that as being too aggressive.

      He decided to give her part of the truth and hope that worked out. “You’re right, there’s more to my visit than working out a franchise deal for Dateline: Dallas. That’s a bonus, but it could be a very promising bonus for both of us. I’m dead serious about wanting to expand the newsletter to other cities.”

      “You’re not offering me a business deal out of guilt for what happened ten years ago, are you? Because if that’s the reason, I—”

      “Not a chance.” He held back a smile. Guilt, hell. She’d jumped to the wrong conclusion, which temporarily saved him. “There’s no place in business for guilt.” He’d heard that line from his father, although personally he thought his father had many things to feel guilty about. “The offer is legitimate, and I hope you take me up on it.”

      Her breasts lifted and quivered as she took a deep breath. “So what else is going on?”

      Damned if his mouth didn’t literally water as he imagined uncovering those full breasts and rolling her taut nipples against his tongue. “Ten years ago we obviously were attracted to each other. I was too…well, too young to recognize the potential, but I haven’t been able to forget you.”

      That was way more than he’d wanted to say and it left him vulnerable. He didn’t like to appear needy, but that was better than saying he wanted another chance because he’d been a stupid virgin the first time they’d had sex.

      She regarded him silently for a long time. Too long.

      He finally broke the silence. “Obviously you’ve been able to put me right out of your mind, though,” he said at last. A guy had to salvage a little pride. “Don’t worry about it. I’m a grown-up, and I can put the whole thing aside and focus on business. We can go get some lunch and talk about—”

      “I haven’t put you entirely out of my mind, either.”

      Thank God. Maybe he wouldn’t end up roadkill, after all. “That’s how you’ve made it seem.”

      “I…okay, maybe I have.”

      “Playing it cool?”

      “Sort of.” A smile flitted across her mouth and was gone. “But I do remember that night, Dustin.”

      And it was entirely possible that, whenever she remembered it, she focused on his miserable performance. He hated that. “Look, we really don’t have to get into the subject now. The franchise deal is what we should concentrate on.” He’d been trying to tell himself that, but repairing his sexual record seemed equally important. That only showed that he wasn’t a true businessman like his father.

      “You know what? I want to get into this right now.” She sat down on a chair positioned by the window and crossed those beautiful long legs. “I doubt I’ll go for the franchise, but if I thought you were only using it as a way to—”

      “I’m not. Swear to God.”

      She studied him. “I guess I’ve never fully trusted someone who has a lot of money. They can use it to manipulate situations.”

      What a joke. Little did she know that he couldn’t do that even if he wanted to. But admitting his shaky financial status might make her shy away from throwing in with him. Accepting her sympathy regarding his dad was okay, but he didn’t want her sympathy when it came to the money crunch.

      He cleared his throat. “So you’re afraid I would franchise your newsletter in order to get you into bed?”

      “Would you?”

      “No. That’s sleazy. I’m sorry you think I would stoop to that kind of thing.”

      “I don’t think it’s so hard to imagine.” She used her captain-of-the-debate-team voice. “Which came first, finding me or discovering the newsletter?”

      This conversation wasn’t going to end for a while. He decided to walk over and sit on the side of the bed so he could face her. By moving closer, he could judge her expression better. Maybe he’d lose the feeling that he was on a runaway train. “Finding you.”

      “And why were you looking for me?”

      He sighed. “This will sound lame, but it all goes back to chemistry.”

      “Aha! That’s what I—”

      “Chemistry class.”

      She stared at him.

      “In the months since my dad’s stroke, I’ve felt this growing sense of panic that I was in over my head, that I couldn’t manage the company. And I—”

      “Doesn’t your dad have assistants, secretaries, people who can help you catch up?”

      He shook his head. “Clayton Ramsey didn’t delegate. He was also a hard guy to work for, and no secretary stayed for long. The last one quit and moved to Alaska right before he had his stroke.” Dustin decided not to add that his father hadn’t paid those secretaries enough to get decent ones or make them feel any sense of loyalty. The office was still a mess from the last secretary’s slipshod work.

      “Anyway,” he continued, “to say that I don’t feel confident is an understatement. My successes have come on the football field and the racetrack. The only time I’ve accepted an intellectual challenge was in that chemistry class with you. When I said you were a good influence on me, I wasn’t kidding.”

      “You want me to help you run the company?” Her eyes widened. “Dustin, I’m not remotely qualified.”

      “No, I’m not asking for that. I want…” He paused and rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m going to run the company. Come hell or high water, I’m going to accomplish that. But Ramsey Enterprises needs to diversify so that it’s not so dependent on oil.”

      “Ah. Middle Eastern oil is cutting into your profits.”

      “Yes.” Wiping out his profits was more like it. He shouldn’t be surprised that she’d have information on that. She was a journalist. “I thought you might have some ideas to offer, and when I found out about the newsletter, I had the brainstorm that it could be the start of Ramsey’s diversification program.” He glanced at her.

      “My little newsletter?”

      “It’s growing, and it could grow bigger.” Apparently his business degree hadn’t been a total waste of time, because he’d recognized a potential gold mine when he saw one. “Every major city in the country is a potential market. That’s not a little concept.”

      With a self-deprecating smile, she relaxed back into the chair. “And here I thought it was all about sex.”

      He had a split second to make a decision. “Actually, it is.”

      She sat up with a jolt. “But—”

      “Everything I’ve told you so far is the absolute truth, but there’s more.”

      Her throat moved in a slow swallow. “Then I guess…you’d better tell me.”

      “The thing is, ten years ago, when we…well, it wasn’t exactly perfect.” He looked into her eyes. “Was it?”

      Her gaze was wary. “Well, maybe not, but I think we could blame that on the beer.”

      “Yeah. Sure. But I remember how much we both…how excited we were. That’s mostly what’s bothered me all these years. It should have been a better experience.”

      “We were young.”

      “Exactly.”

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