The only prayer Gage had of cracking that ice was to give her something sizzling hot to grab on to with both hands.
âYour pointâif I recallâwas that youâd use all the information at your disposal to seduce me,â Cass murmured throatily. âI donât think you have a shot.â
âGuess thereâs only one way to find out.â
The irresistible draw between them sucked him in, and finally his arms closed around her, and her mouth sought his. A scorching kiss ignited the pent-up emotions and desire Gage had been fighting since heâd first laid eyes on Cass in the parking lot of her building.
Yes. Her tongue darted out in a quest for his and he lost himself in the sensation of her hot flesh. She tasted of wine and familiarity.
Memories zipped by, of Cass spread out under him, hips rolling toward his in a sensuous rhythm, hair spread out, her gaze hot and full of anticipation and pleasure as they came together again and again. Memories of her laughing with him, challenging him, filling him.
He wanted her. Just like that. Right now.
* * *
The CEOâs Little Surprise is part of the Love and Lipstick quartet: for four female executives, mixing business with pleasure leads to love!
One
By the time Gage Bransonâs tires hit the Dallas city limits, Arwen had started howling along with the radio. Not for the first time since leaving Austin, Gage questioned the wisdom of bringing his dog on a business trip.
Of course, it wasnât a normal business tripâunless showing up at your ex-girlfriendâs office building unannounced and uninvited counted as customary. And Arwen wasnât a normal dog. She was his best buddy, and the one and only time heâd left her at one of those pet hotels, sheâd refused to speak to him for a week.
Arwen shared Gageâs love of the open road and honestly, he didnât mind the company as he drove to Dallas to collect a long overdue debt from the CEO of Fyra Cosmetics.
GB Skin for Men, the company heâd just pushed into the billion-dollar-a-year category, had enjoyed a good run as the top skin-care line of choice for the discerning guy who spends time in the elements: professional athletes, outdoorsmen, even the occasional lumberjack.
Gage had spent millions designing a new product to heal scars. The productâs launch a month ago had outperformed his carefully executed publicity strategy. GB Skin instantly cornered the market. But now his former loverâs company was poised to steal his success out from under him with a product of their own. That wasnât going to happen.
A Black Keys song blasted through the speakers and the howling grew unbearable.
âArwen! Really. Shut up.â
She cocked her ginger-colored head and eyed Gage.
âYeah, never mind,â Gage grumbled good-naturedly and flicked off the music.
The exit for Central Expressway loomed and Gage steered the Hummer north. He drove a few miles and before long, he rolled into the parking lot at the headquarters for Fyra Cosmetics.
Nice. Of course, heâd done an internet search for pictures before driving up from Austin. Just to check out the company Cassandra Claremont had built alongside her business partnersâslashâfriends after graduating from the University of Texas. But the internet hadnât done justice to the sharply modern, glass and steel, five-story building. Cassâs multimillion-dollar cosmetics company lived and breathed inside these walls, and the deep purple Fyra logo dominated the landscape.
âStay here and keep your paws off the gearshift,â he muttered to Arwen and got the trademark vizsla smile for his trouble. It was a cool day, so he parked in the shade and left her in the car with the windows cracked.
Cass had done very well for herself thanks to him. Gage had been her mentor for eight months and turnabout was fair play. She owed him. And heâd help her see that by reminding her of how heâd guided her at a time when she had no idea how to navigate the shark-infested waters of the cosmetics industry.
With any luck, Cass would be curious enough to see him on short notice. Gage couldnât call ahead and lose the advantage of surprise. Not when he was here to get his hands on Cassâs secret formula.
So secret, he shouldnât even know about it since it wasnât on the market yet. His sources had whispered in his ear about a miracle formula developed in Fyraâs labs that worked with a bodyâs natural healing properties to eliminate wrinkles and scars. His intel adamantly insisted it was better than his. And he wanted it.