you making such a production out of this?”
“Was there lip action?”
Keira pressed together those very lips Nathan had plundered and refrained from answering.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Mayson said with a triumphant smile.
“What was a yes?” Camryn demanded from the doorway. She crossed the room as quickly as Mayson had—a feat even more impressive in her killer heels they’d all been coveting for weeks—and settled herself next to her sister. “Okay. I want to hear all of it.”
“He wants to sleep with me.”
Camryn frowned. “Well, yeah, duh, he’s a man.” She shot a dark look at Mayson. “You dragged me away from my office for the obvious?”
“Your spreadsheets can wait, oh geeky one.” Mayson leaned forward, her expression rapt with interest. “Something happened last night.”
Keira knew it was impossible to resist in the face of her sisters’ eager expectations, so she simply let out with it. “We kissed.”
“Where?”
“At the Commons. Around the street from the apartment.”
Camryn’s interest was evident as she leaned forward, her posture a match for Mayson’s. “How’d that happen?”
“I don’t know, really.” That, at least, was the truth. One minute they were arguing their positions and the next she was in his arms, being kissed breathless. “It just sort of happened.”
A small sigh escaped Camryn’s lips. “That’s the best kind.”
“It’s idiotic, irresponsible, and inconvenient.”
“Which is also the best kind of kissing,” Mayson said.
Keira smiled, even as she searched for the right words. “It’s more than that. He wants the company. This isn’t a joke or some whispered rumor skating its way through the business press. He’s targeted us and he’s not going away.”
She saw it the moment the teasing lights went out of both her sisters’ eyes. Camryn was the first to speak. “If he thinks he can romance it out from underneath you, the jerk is in for a surprise.”
Although that seemed like the most obvious answer for his sudden, seductive interest—and one she’d spent half the night turning over in her mind—it didn’t fit. Didn’t feel right. Nathan Cooper might be a lot of things—ruthless sitting at the top of the heap—but his ardor hadn’t seemed faked. In fact, it had seemed as if it had sucker punched him as cleanly as it had her.
“It’s not that.” Keira shook her head, searching for the right words to describe what she was feeling. “I can’t explain it, but one was completely disconnected from the other.”
“I didn’t mean that nearly as harshly as it sounded,” Camryn said. “Because you’re completely wonderful. But what do you mean, disconnected?”
“He thinks he can have a fling with me and a go at the company. Like I’m somehow separate from McBride Media.”
“You are separate, K.” Mayson waved a hand among all three of them. “We all are. Just because our last name’s on the company doesn’t mean we’re not individuals. We’re women first.”
“Yes, but his blithe assumption he can have both is infuriating.”
“He’s a powerful man borne of a powerful man.” Before either of them could argue with Mayson’s point, she said, “Please understand, I’m not excusing it, but it is in his blood.”
“That’s an excellent point. Sally and I were going over the financials again this morning and he’s following every takeover trick in the book.” Camryn began ticking points off on her fingers. “Major stock purchase followed by an SEC filing, wooing our other major investors—even that salvo in the Financial Journal had the distinct purpose of getting investors riled up. Nathan Cooper knows what he’s doing.”
“So why muddy that with attraction? He can’t be blind enough to think I’m not going to take this personally.” Keira dropped her head in her hands, the sheer stupidity of her actions the night before stabbing daggers at the base of her skull.
Mayson spoke