Was he serious? More importantly, why hadn’t she thought of that?
She felt a shimmer of excitement. Maybe her spa idea wasn’t dead, after all. And the New York-based Crystal Spa chain would be an even better choice than the Millennium.
She’d learned from the Millennium experience. She’d make sure she was even better prepared for a pitch to the Crystal.
“Can I try out the Crystal on my expense account?” she asked with a teasing lilt.
“Of course.”
Scoffing her dismissal, she went back to painting. “Like Roger would ever go for that.”
Besides, she didn’t have to test out the Crystal Spa to know it was fantastic. Everyone always raved.
“Forget Roger, will you?” urged Hunter. “Here.”
She glanced back down.
With the roller hooked under one arm, he pulled out his wallet. Then he tossed a credit card onto her tarp-covered breakfast bar. “Consider this your expense account.”
She nearly fell off the ladder. “You can’t—”
“I just did.”
“But—”
“Shut up.” He went back to the paint tray. “I know the spa idea’s great. You know the spa idea’s great. Let’s streamline the research and make it happen.”
“You can’t pay for my spa treatments.”
“Osland International can pay for them. It’s my corporate card, and I consider it a perfectly legitimate R & D expense.”
Sinclair didn’t know what to say to that. Trying out the spa would be great research, but still …
He rolled the next section. “It’s not like I can go in there and check out the wax room myself.”
She cringed, involuntarily flinching. “Wax room?”
He chuckled at her expression. “Buck up, Sinclair. Take one for the team.”
“You take one for the team.”
“I’ve done my part. It’s my credit card.”
“They’re my legs.”
“Who said anything about legs?”
She stared at him. He didn’t. He wouldn’t.
“We were this close!” She made a tiny space with her thumb and index finger. “This close to having a totally professional conversation.”
“I’m weak,” he admitted.
“You’re hopeless.”
“Yeah. Well. Irrespective of what you get waxed, and whether or not you show me, it’s still a good idea.”
It was a good idea. And her gaze strayed to his platinum card sitting on the canvas tarp. Even if he couldn’t keep his mind on business, this was not an opportunity she was about to give up. “I’m thinking a facial.”
“Whatever you want. I need to know if they can deliver the kind of opportunity we’re looking for.”
“What if they’re locked into a supplier contract like the Millennium?”
Hunter shrugged. “Every business is different. We’ll deal with that when and if it happens. Tomorrow good for you?”
She nodded.
With only twelve days until Valentine’s Day. There was no time to lose.
Three
The next day, lying on her back in uptown Manhattan’s Crystal Spa, a loose silky robe covering her naked body, Sinclair was feeling very relaxed after her facial massage. A smooth, cool mask was drying on her face. Damp pads protected her eyes, and she found herself nearly falling asleep.
“Sinclair?”
She was dreaming of Hunter’s voice. That was fine. Dreaming never hurt anybody.
“Sinclair?” the voice came again.
No.
No way.
Hunter was not in this room.
Warm hands closed up the wide V of her robe. “No sense playing with fire,” he said.
“What are you doing here?”
“I need permission to cancel your appointments for this afternoon.”
She tried to form words, but they jumbled in her brain and turned into incomprehensive sputters.
“We need to fly to L.A.,” Hunter told her matter-of-factly.
“This is a dream, right? You’re not really here.”
“Oh, I’m really here. But, hold on, are you saying you dream about me?”
“Nightmares. Trust me.”
He chuckled. “The only appointment I could get with the president of Crystal Spas was in their head office in L.A. at three today. We have to get going.”
She blinked. Why did they need to talk to the president?
“I want to pitch the idea of debuting the whole chain.”
Sinclair gave her head a little shake. “Seriously?”
“Yes, seriously.”
They were going to debut Luscious Lavender in the entire Crystal chain? That would be a phenomenal feat.
“I could kiss you,” she breathed.
“Bad idea. For the obvious reasons.” Then he looked her up and down. “Plus, you’re kind of … goopy.”
She just grinned.
“It’s not a done deal yet,” he warned.
“But we are going to try.”
“We are going to try. Can I cancel your appointments?”
“You got a cell phone?”
He pulled it out of his suit pocket.
She dialed Amber’s number.
The whole chain. She could barely believe it. The whole damn chain.
Hunter was sorry now that he’d even told Sinclair about Crystal Spas. The meeting hadn’t gone well, and she was clearly disappointed as she climbed into the jet for the return trip to New York.
“We knew it was a long shot,” she said bravely, buckling up across from him.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault. Some people can’t make quick decisions.”
The whole thing had frustrated the hell out of Hunter.
“At his level, the man had better learn to make quick decisions. He had a chance to get in on the ground floor in this.”
“His loss,” said Sinclair with conviction.
“They’re superior products,” replied Hunter.
“Of course they’re superior products,” she agreed.
Hunter did up his own seat belt. “We say emphatically as two people who’ve never tried them.”
She smiled at his joke.
“We should try them,” he said.
“I’m not trying the wax.”
He chuckled. “I’ll try the wax.”
“Yeah,