Later that day in the MC boardroom, Jason wasn’t any closer to figuring out how to keep Lauren in San Francisco. He seesawed his pen on the large oval acrylic table, turning the red leather chair ever so slightly from side to side.
Fellow ad exec Gavin Spencer eyed his rocking pen and raised an eyebrow.
Jason stilled. Damn. He felt like a kid hyped up on a pack of Pixy Stix, all because he wanted to be home with his new wife.
Instead, he was stuck at a mandatory meeting at work. Located in the center of the sixth floor, the boardroom was a huge space, with all four walls made of clear glass that turned opaque with the touch of a button. One wall was currently lit up as a huge screen for the computer-generated presentation of the day.
Brock clicked away the final image on his PowerPoint presentation before turning to the table again. “That’s all for now.” He turned to his assistant, Elle Linton. “You’ll forward the specs from my presentation to everyone?”
She nodded efficiently, her brown hair clasped back smoothly and unpretentiously. “Will do, Mr. Maddox.”
Brock tapped the button, transforming the opaque walls back into clear windows. “Jason?”
He forced his attention front and hoped like hell the CEO wasn’t about to ask what the last slide was about. “Yes?”
“Let me be the first to officially congratulate you on your wedding. On behalf of everyone here at Maddox Communications, we wish you and Lauren a long and happy life together.” Brock started a round of applause.
As the cheers and clapping subsided, Flynn stood. “Everyone here at Madd Comm is looking forward to getting to know your new bride better at the company dinner party.”
“Absolutely, we’ll be there.” The dinner gathering would be more formal than their get-togethers at Rosa Lounge. Wives were expected to attend. Rumor had it that Flynn’s estranged wife had chaffed under all the pressure that came from the hours demanded by MC to stay ahead of Golden Gate Promotions.
Jason cricked his neck from side to side, not sure how anyone managed to balance it all, especially in today’s competitive market where there were plenty of hungry dogs ready to take his portion. Success had an added edge for him now that he had a wife and baby depending on him.
Gavin clapped him on the shoulder. “What the hell are you doing here leaving that pretty new bride of yours alone?”
“Don’t be eyeing my accounts while I’m away,” Jason answered, only half joking.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Gavin said, his own competitiveness shining through. But that edge would keep MC on top, which was good for both of them.
Jason rolled his large leather chair back, his feet itching to hit the road. He couldn’t afford to take his eye off the ball at work, but an afternoon away the day after his wedding seemed more than reasonable. In fact, it would look strange otherwise. And he did need to make inroads with Lauren to keep her and the baby in San Francisco. “I’m knocking off early today. Lauren and I are planning our honeymoon for later. She understands I have the Prentice account to contend with right now. In fact, she’s looking forward to meeting Walter Prentice at the big bash.”
Brock studied him through narrowed eyes, assessing. “Perhaps we’ll have a chance to get to know your bride in a more informal setting, maybe for an after-work drink at Rosa Lounge sometime this week.”
“I’ll speak with Lauren and let you know.”
Brock nodded shortly. “Sounds like you have a real keeper there, sharp business lady, to boot.”
“Thank you. Lauren’s a special lady. I’m happy she’s willing to follow me out here to California, especially given she has a company of her own back East.” There. He’d laid the groundwork for her returning to NewYork as he’d promised her he would do, but damned if he would give her up that easily.
Her?
It was about their baby, right? About being a full-time father to his kid in a way his father had never been for him and his sister. Hell, time to stop lying to himself. He wanted Lauren here. He wanted her in his bed and in his life. She fit. They’d already proved they got along well as friends and at work.
They definitely were in synch sexually.
California was the right place for her to stay. He could ease the stress for her at work and in her family. They could have it all here in San Francisco. He just had to convince Lauren.
Now that he thought about it, she knew as well as he did that they had chemistry. He’d put all his effort into seducing her when he should work on convincing her on a practical level, showing her the ways their lives could fit together. He needed to think less about returning to his wife’s bed and more about persuading her they could make a real family here together in San Francisco.
So for now, he would keep his hands to himself while he romanced his wife.
Lauren tugged her bathrobe tie tighter as her foot hit the last step leading into the hall. Supper with Jason had left her edgy, the carry-in Latin cuisine amazing, their legs brushing against each other at the kitchen island frustrating. She’d hoped a shower would help ease the tension, but no luck. She’d spent the whole time under the spray imagining inviting him to sit on the seat opposite her.
Then joining him to straddle his lap, instead.
A trickle of water slipped from her hair down the V of the robe, between her breasts, heavy and achy with desire. She stared through the carved archway into the living room. A fire crackled in the fireplace. Jason knelt in front, jabbing at the logs with a poker. Jeans pulled taut across his lean hips, the muscles in his thighs rippling against the faded denim and calling to her fingers to explore his strength up close and personal. The blaze in the hearth and between her legs both beckoned. She walked closer, the wood floor chilly beneath her bare feet.
His back still to her, Jason stood. He reached into a cardboard packing box and pulled out a thick striped comforter. With a snap of his wrists, he whipped the spread out and let it rest on the floor in front of the crackling fire.
“Did you finally give up on the chair and opt for the floor?”
He smiled back over his shoulder. “You seemed pretty awake at supper, so I thought you might want to hang out and talk.”
“Talk. You want to talk?”
“Sure. Why not?”
Thinking of her sailboat drawing he’d kept framed in his home office gave her the courage to step into the romantic setup he’d prepared. On the corner rested the same black lacquer tray he’d used to bring her breakfast. A couple of cooking utensils—grill tools?—rested on the edge. This time, the wineglasses contained…
“Grape juice. I thought it was only fair you enjoy grapes in some form, since you have to bypass California’s amazing wines for a few more months.”
Tucking her robe around her knees, she sank onto the comforter. “How was work? Was everyone grilling you for details about the Vegas nuptials?”
“Some natural curiosity. Lots of congratulations.” He glanced over his shoulder quickly, then went back to work on the fire. “Everyone wants to get to know you better, of course. There’s a dinner party this weekend for the big Prentice account.”
“Of course I’ll be there. That’s why we did this whole marriage thing, right?”
He jabbed the fire, his pause overlong. “The office also goes to a local hangout for drinks every now and again. We don’t have to go this week if it’s too much for you. You’re working all day, as well.”
“Drinks are fine—well, water with lime—but I don’t have a problem spending time with the people from MC.” Except for Celia. That could be damn awkward now that she thought about it. Suddenly she didn’t want