plain or simple about it.
The last thing she needed was to get mixed up with Tyson, or any man for that matter. She had put her divorce behind her, moved to be closer to her family and start over in her business. Hard work lay ahead of her and she had very little time to indulge in an affair. Besides, hadnât a failed eight-year marriage proved she was lousy at relationships?
âMay I help you, madam?â
âYes,â she said, glancing around. âIâm meeting Tyson Steele for lunch.â
The maître dâ smiled. âYes. Dr. Steele arrived a few moments ago and requested one of our private rooms in the back. Iâll lead the way.â
âThanks,â she said, following behind the man. A private room? In the back? She didnât like the sound of that and had a mind to turn around and walk out. But Tyson was a client. And so far, he was the only one she had. She kept telling herself that once the advertisements sheâd approved finally ran, business would pick up. She certainly hoped so.
The maître dâ opened the door then stepped aside for her to enter. She looked around and saw Tyson. He stood and she could feel the air between them sizzle. She knew he felt it as well when she saw heat smoldering in the depths of his green eyes.
He must have come straight from the hospital since he was still wearing his physician jacket. Tightening her hand on her briefcase, she moved forward and tried to fight the attraction she felt toward him. âTyson.â
âHunter. Glad you could join me.â As if only realizing his attire, he took off his white coat. âSorry, an emergency detained me.â
No need to say she hoped it wasnât anything serious, because he was a heart surgeon, so anything he did was serious. âNo problem. I know your time is valuable so we can go ahead andââ
âYou look good again today.â
âThanks.â Knowing they would be meeting for lunch, she had worn a pantsuit. The way he had checked out her legs yesterday had been too unnerving. âAs I said yesterday, usually a client has purchased property, but sinceââ
âWeâll discuss business later. Letâs order first. Iâm starving. Iâve been in surgery all morning and missed breakfast.â
âOh. Of course.â She glanced down at the menu and tried ignoring the tingles of awareness going through her. It wasnât easy sitting across the table from such a sexy man. So far he seemed all business and hadnât said anything she considered inappropriate. She wouldnât hold that compliment on how she looked against him. In fact she appreciated him making the observation. Carter had stopped telling her how good she looked even when sheâd gone out of her way to please him.
âI already know what I want.â
She glanced up and swallowed deeply at the look she saw in his eyes. She wasnât imagining the sizzling undercurrents flowing between them. âDo you?â
âYes.â
She held his gaze and the sexual tension surrounding them began mounting. He had been referring to what he wanted off the menu, hadnât he? With Tyson, one could never be sure. Sheâd discovered that often his words had a double meaning. âThat was fast,â she said, breaking his gaze to look back down at her menu.
âIâve never been accused of being slow, Hunter.â
She glanced back up at him again. âAnd what did you decide to get?â
âThe pork chops. Thatâs what I usually get whenever I come here.â
She nodded. He had been talking about what was on the menu, after all. âThe pork chops sound good.â
âThey are and thatâs what I want for now. What I really want Iâll put on the back burner until...â
She glanced up to find his focus totally on her, making the undercurrents between them sizzle even more. âUntil what?â
âI can bring you