Cecilia Styles is set to write a hard-hitting article on billionaire CEO James Taggart.
Until she interviews him, that is. He catches her off guard with his charm and humanity.
She makes an impression on him, too. Enough of one for Taggart to offer to continue the interview the next day. Cecilia knows she needs to remain professional, but she has fantasies...
Cecilia heard grunting coming from one corner of the room. Frowning, she walked over to investigate. Pushing a palm frond out of her face, she saw a second amazing Taggart was pumping iron in a corner gym. Looking at his triceps as they bulged in their effort to shove the bar away from his chest kindled an unexpected hint of warmth between Cecilia’s legs.
She coughed politely.
With one final push, James Taggart, CEO of Taggart Holdings, heaved the bar back onto the rack and sat up. He grabbed a hand towel and dabbed it at his forehead and face and took a long pull out of a water bottle.
Cecilia felt frustration and began tapping her foot. Taggart looked at her, his sharp eyes appraising and calculating. He must have liked what he saw, because he smiled as he pulled the nipple of the water bottle out of his lips.
“Ms. Styles, right?” Taggart said.
She had been forced to wait, and now he wasn’t even certain he remembered her name? Cecilia was fed up. She cocked her eyebrow at him and said, “And you must be Mr Taggart?”
There was a glint in his eye, and Cecilia felt a sudden coldness in her chest. Had she really just been cheeky with a man who could ruin her career with a phone call?