business.
Jennifer was impressed. With a brisk, but personable, manner, Philip
laid out his expectations. They were clear, but gave Mr. Saitou enough leeway
to accomplish what was needed. So often, she'd seen managers try to be too
specific trying to micromanage their employees and the situation never ended
well. As the conversation turned to problems with a current contractor, Philip
surprised her again by asking for Mr. Saitou's opinion rather than just telling
him what to do. Apparently Philip's penchant for giving orders was something
just restricted to the bedroom. She admired a man who was willing to listen to
others' opinions and ideas. Mr. Saitou was taken aback as well, but offered his
solution, tentative as it was. With a skill that Jennifer had never seen
before, Philip asked pointed questions, guiding Mr. Saitou to refine his idea
into the best possible solution for the situation. By the time they reached the
office building, both men were satisfied with their talk.
“Phil – Mr. Haas,” Jennifer realized mid-word that she should address
Philip formally when in a professional setting. He didn't acknowledge the slip
as they exited the limo. “Where did you learn how to do that? How to get him
exactly where you wanted him?”
“I didn’t get him where I wanted him, Miss Brooks,” Philip's tone was
sharp. “What I do isn’t about getting people where I want them. We came to a
mutually beneficial understanding. When you hire good people, you know that
they will have good ideas that you may not have thought of. It’s important to
hear these ideas with an open mind. Mr. Saitou’s ideas were in a direction I
agreed with and we worked towards a solution that we both were happy with.” He
increased his pace, leaving her several steps behind.
Jennifer could feel her face coloring as she nodded dumbly. He was
right. Managing wasn’t about getting people to do what you want, but to come to
a good middle ground that works well.
But what about me? Jennifer though to herself. Was this job a mutually
beneficial outcome?
Chapter 5
Between the time change and the rapid pace of the meetings, Jennifer
wasn't entirely sure what day it was when she found herself on the plane, on
her way back to New York. They'd been in the air for about an hour, both her
and Philip in their own worlds. He was going over the finalized details of the
trip's negotiations while she was reading through the notes she'd taken in the
notebook Philip had purchased for her after their first meeting. She'd caught
him watching her a few times as she was jotting down various tidbits of
information and she wondered what he thought of her attention to detail. Not
that he'd tell her. In some ways, she thought they were closer than when they'd
left New York – she was sure he smiled at her differently than he did other
women – but he hadn't even touched her since they'd left the city.
“Jennifer,” Philip's voice drew her from her reverie. “Will you join me
for a drink?”
She looked over her shoulder and saw him smiling at her from the
mini-bar. Her stomach did a flip-flop that had nothing to do with being on a
plane. Jennifer couldn’t help smiling to herself. As she made her way towards
him, he turned to the server and said something about privacy. Something heated
coiled in Jennifer's belly as the young man behind the bar excused himself. By
the time she reached Philip, they were alone in the cabin.
For a moment, she thought he was going to hand her a drink. Instead, he
wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to him, bending his head to
cover her mouth with his. She gave a little gasp of surprise and he took full
advantage of her lips parting to thrust his tongue between them. She pressed
her body against his and felt him hard and waiting. She'd been craving this
since they'd left things unfinished at the hotel eons ago. The embers that had
been smoldering since then burst into flame and she opened
The Cowboy's Surprise Bride