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Boardroom Seduction
Anita Bunkley
When Kacey Parker leaves her hectic, big-city life for small-town Texas, the ambitious swimwear designer doesn't expect to go overboard for her new boss. Sensual and sensitive, Leon Archer is a man few women can resist. Ignoring the rumors swirling around the plant, Kacey enters the uncharted waters of passion….Kacey may know what women want. But Leon knows exactly what the sexy designer needs. The tidal wave of desire engulfing them is just the beginning. Even when a backstabbing colleague threatens to submerge their relationship–and the future of his company–Leon knows that, together, he and Kacey are an unbeatable team. If he can convince her that she's his one true desire….
“Now, where were we before I left you all alone in the dark?”
He placed two fingers under Kacey’s chin.
“Right about here,” Kacey replied, pressing her body to his, not about to erect any barriers that would interfere with the raw, sexual awakening he’d stirred inside of her. Though shocked by the intensity of her need to be near him, she loved the sensation of isolation and privacy that descended on her as she stood in his arms.
Between the slow kisses that he placed on her exposed skin, his hands crept downward, moving along her spine until they clasped her buttocks in a firm caress and crushed her soft womanhood against his rigid sex, fusing them together like two pattern pieces perfectly joined at the seam.
Succumbing to his tantalizing move, Kacey opened her mouth and took his tongue deep into her mouth, letting his languid thrusts satisfy a thirst for Leon Archer that she felt might never be quenched.
ANITA BUNKLEY
is the author of many successful mainstream novels and novellas and is enjoys writing romance for her many fans. A member of the Texas Institute of Letters and an NAACP Image Award nominee, she is the recipient of a 2007 Career Achievement Award from RT Book Reviews. Anita lives in Houston, Texas, with her husband, Crawford.
Boardroom Seduction
Anita Bunkley
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
To my husband, Crawford, with love.
Dear Reader,
Living on the Texas Gulf coast means lots of sunshine, extremely hot summers and, of course, opportunities to swim nearly year round. However, I am originally from Ohio, where the winters are long and the summers are short, so I have experienced, and enjoyed, living in both climates. My inspiration for Boardroom Seduction is centered on the many differences between the urban East Coast lifestyle and the more relaxed Texas way of life, and how such differences impact a romantic relationship.
While preparing for this story, I thought about my own experiences when I first arrived in the Houston area. As I began to explore the unusual, wonderful aspects of the Texas coast, I fell in love with the climate, the food, the outdoor lifestyle and, of course, the people. Swimsuits are a big part of a woman’s wardrobe in this sun-splashed climate, so what better occupation for my heroine than a swimsuit designer? And so Kacey Parker was born!
As you travel between New York and Texas with Kacey and Leon, I hope you will feel the pain of their dilemma as they test their abilities to accept new worlds and learn to appreciate each other’s choices.
I hope you enjoy my fun-in-the-sun romance as we cross geographical borders and watch love blossom between two very talented and devoted characters.
Enjoy! If you want to drop me a line, please email me at arbun@sbcglobal.net.
Read with love!
Anita Bunkley
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 1
“And finally, here’s my showstopper. I call this one Sheer Double Dip,” Kacey Parker announced with pride, moving to stand beside the final photo in her PowerPoint presentation. She clicked the remote control and sent the image of a leggy model in a hot pink monokini and a dazzling bronze tan onto the screen. When the sultry image emerged, gasps of approval erupted from the two people seated at the conference table at Leeman’s Retailers, Inc.
“This is the only swimsuit in my SunKissed line that looks totally natural when dry, but becomes sexily opaque when wet,” Kacey went on, sliding her gaze toward Steve Hadley, eager to catch her boss’s reaction.
At least he isn’t frowning, and that’s good, Kacey decided, hopeful that she had impressed him enough to green-light her swimsuit designs for his chain of department stores.
“Hmm, see-through fabric?” Ariana Mendio, the vice president of merchandising for the upscale department store, murmured. “That’ll make for some stunning surprises when the ladies get out of the water,” she noted in her well-modulated Italian accent.
Kacey smiled in agreement, happy to have Ariana, who’d been with Leeman’s for eighteen years, on her side. The woman was an absolute fixture at the company and her opinion carried weight.
“Surprises? Absolutely,” Kacey agreed with a nod in Ariana’s direction. “The fabric is a new synthetic that designers are calling Naughty Net. It’s soft, durable and becomes extremely sheer when water hits it.”
Kacey took a deep breath, pleased, so far, with her presentation. She’d joined Leeman’s as a sales clerk eight years ago, and her warm personality and flair for design had helped her move into the position of director of special promotions. In that job, she’d gained valuable knowledge about what buyers wanted, expected and would pay dearly for. A competitive swimmer in college, Kacey especially loved working on promotional events in women’s sportswear and swimwear, where she enjoyed pulling together dramatic displays of the functional yet attractive apparel that drew customers’ attention.
However, as fulfilling and demanding as her current job was, once she left the store, she dedicated herself to her dream job—becoming a swimsuit designer. Over the past year she created her portfolio and when she showed it to Ariana, her coworker immediately took it directly to Steve Hadley, who was so impressed, he invited Kacey to show him more of what she could do.
“Is this fabric readily available?” Steve asked, jotting notes in the margins of Kacey’s portfolio.
“Right now, only from China,” she answered, wishing she had better news. “But it makes this one-piece the sexiest swimsuit any woman could ever want. Just look at the detail. The plunging neckline, low scooped back and high-cut legs.”
“Specialty fabrics could add thousands to production costs,” he mused as he flipped through Kacey’s proposal, a slight frown bridging his thick black eyebrows.
Kacey paused, inhaled and swallowed her apprehension, aware that her specs related to costs and materials would require a significant financial commitment at a time when upscale stores like Leeman’s were nervously watching the bottom line.
“I know,” she agreed. “However, I’m hoping to find better rates per unit in Thailand,” she acknowledged, setting aside her remote control. “I’m sourcing that now.”
Finished with her presentation, Kacey walked to the far side of the room and turned up the lights, allowing the Manhattan skyline to loom dark and gray in the expanse of glass windows that made up one wall. Kacey squinted at the heavy April rain pounding the buildings and slicking the skyline, weary of the thunderstorm that had started during the night and continued to rage. She was definitely not looking forward to a crowded train ride home to Harlem later in the day.
After taking a seat at the conference table across from her boss, Kacey looked directly at Steve Hadley, prepared to expand her pitch. “I know the specialty fabric could run up production costs, but the expense would pay off in the end. Using Naughty Net on the Sheer Double Dip would make it an instant bestseller.”
“I love it,” Ariana cut in, cooing her words in her sexy Italian voice as she slipped her fingers through a mass of white-blond, shoulder-length hair. Even though she’d lived in America for thirty years and was a naturalized citizen, Ariana took care to maintain her accent, which she laid on thick to dramatic effect when she wanted to make a point. “I adore all eight styles. Great line, Kacey. Wonderful photos. Linette pulled off some very attractive shots.”
“Right. Linette is the best,” Kacey agreed, referring to Linette Grier, Kacey’s best friend and an up-and-coming photographer specializing in sportswear photos. “She’s been so busy lately, I was lucky to get her.”
“Ah, well, I’m glad you did,” Ariana said. “Very nice. Well, Kacey, all I can say is that your designs are spot-on,” she continued. “I especially like Twisted Bliss, the black one-piece that shows off just the right amount of skin but still offers full bottom coverage. Excellent choice for, uh…mature women who still keep in shape, shall we say?” She chuckled, winking at Kacey before turning her attention to Steve Hadley. “Older women with disposable cash are our most important demographic, right?”
Hadley inclined his head in brief acknowledgment of Ariana’s point. “Kacey, I think your designs show promise and the line is worth exploring,” he stated, choosing his words very carefully, without conveying his decision. “However, because you’re an employee at Leeman’s, it makes for a bit of a sticky situation.”
“Conflict of interest, and all that?” Kacey injected.
Steve nodded at Kacey before going on. “Right. You’d have to leave Leeman’s and become a contractor if we decide to proceed with this. But first, let’s get some samples made and assess the project, okay?”
“Whatever will work,” Kacey rushed to say, willing to do anything necessary to move her career as a swimsuit designer forward. After all, her goal was much larger than to simply do custom work for one retail outlet. She wanted to have her own design firm, have control of her future, and launch a creative explosion that would make hers a household name.
“However,” Steve was saying, “We must source that specialty fabric at a much better price to make the investment pay off.” He licked his lower lip in thought, his eyes riveted on the scantily clad model whose image still filled the screen. “I’m thinking that a totally domestic production would be the best option. Save shipping costs and time.”
“I agree,” Kacey replied, encouraged by the fact that he was leaning toward carrying SunKissed by Kacey in his fourteen Leeman’s stores. All he needed was reassurance that the product would turn a profit.
“What about manufacturing in Mexico?” Ariana offered.
With a shift, Kacey smoothed the skirt of her burgundy power suit, crossed her arms and placed them on the table. Leaning toward her coworker, she made a slight grimace of concern. “I checked out a few south-of-the-border plants, but didn’t have much luck. However, there are two manufacturers I’m still looking into.”
“Kacey,” Steve started, clearing his throat. “I want to be clear. I agreed to take a look at your collection because I think you have a good eye for what women want. You also have a great sense of style and I like your swimsuits very much.”
Kacey beamed her thanks, but said nothing, holding her breath as Hadley continued.
“But,” he went on, “I have concerns about the timing. It’s very late into the spring shopping season to introduce a new line of swimwear.”
“But women buy swimsuits year-round,” Kacey countered, pushing tendrils of highlighted bangs away from her face, now wishing she’d had her spiral curls trimmed during yesterday’s visit to the salon. However, she’d been in a rush to get out of the beauty shop and home to put the finishing touches on today’s presentation, which it seemed, so far, was going pretty well.
“Exactly,” Ariana, stated, agreeing with Kacey about year-round swimsuit purchases. “Winter cruises to the tropics, heated pools in homes and hotels, hot tubs in private residences. That’s what keeps women buying swimwear through all the seasons. I know we’re getting a late start, Steve, but if we can source the Naughty Net and include the Sheer Double Dip style, I think SunKissed by Kacey could be flying out of our stores in six weeks.”
“Hmm,” Steve murmured, fingers laced and tented in thought. “Only if we could get fast turnaround on production.” He shifted his body to focus on Ariana. “What about Archer Industries? We’ve worked with them before and always had good results,” he remarked. “What do you think?”
“Good possibility,” Ariana agreed. “The Archer factory has a reputation for fast turnarounds, high-quality production and cost-effective shipping. They handle quite a few private labels.”
“Old man Archer came through with that rare Hawaiian print we needed for the menswear line last year,” Steve added.
“Yeah, and saved us a ton of money, too,” Ariana agreed.
With a lift of her finger, Kacey joined in. “You’re referring to Archer Industries in Texas, right?”
“Yes,” Hadley replied. “Rockport. On the Gulf Coast. Not much else is there but the Archer factory. That family has been in business for years. The founder, Leon Archer, is getting on in years, but he runs that shop like a well-oiled machine. He’s a dying breed…a good old-fashioned businessman who takes pride in doing a first class job, no matter how large or small.”
“I phoned and sent an email to Archer,” Kacey said, eager to let her boss know that she’d already considered the family-owned firm that had done quite a bit of business with Leeman’s over the years. “I just received an email this morning to contact Nona James, the quality control manager. I’m going to call her as soon as we finish here.” Kacey began to gather the papers she’d strewn over the conference table, anxious to return to her office, get on her computer and tie up all the loose ends related to her proposal.
“Don’t bother with that,” Steve stated. “Mr. Archer deserves a personal call from me. He’s a throwback to the old days…likes to do business with the person in charge. In fact, I’ll call him right now.”
Kacey watched as Steve reached for his handheld, scrolled through his address book and punched in a number. Within seconds he was talking to Mr. Archer, giving the manufacturer an overview of Kacey’s proposed swimsuit line.
“Sure, sure,” Steve agreed in an expansive voice after several minutes of conversation. “The designer, Kacey Parker, can come down, meet with you and we’ll go from there.” He turned to Kacey, placing a hand over his phone as he whispered, “He thinks he can do it. And he would like to meet with you at the plant tomorrow afternoon. Go ahead and book a flight to Rockport,” he said before returning his attention to his conversation.
“You’ll have to fly into Corpus Christi…the closest big city,” Ariana offered in a hushed tone. “Rent a car. The factory is on the outskirts of town. About half an hour from the airport.”
Kacey nodded, grabbed a pen and began to jot down the instructions that Ariana was giving her while Steve ended his call.
Once he had finished and refocused on Kacey, he told her, “Take your portfolio, fabric samples and proposal to Texas and sell this line to Archer. He’s the man we want.”
Kacey grinned, drew in a gasp of surprise and then sighed. Had her boss actually given her the green light on her proposal? Was SunKissed by Kacey going to become a reality after so many months of dreaming and planning? She pushed back her chair and stood, papers clutched in one hand, her heartbeat increasing by the second.
“Then, you’re saying, it’s a go?” she prompted, needing to hear the words from Steve Hadley himself that her swimsuit line was headed into production.
“Yes, it’s a tentative go. And if you manage a five percent reduction in overall manufacturing costs, there’ll be a nice cash bonus in it for you,” he offered, sounding strongly supportive of Kacey’s project.
“Oh, I’m sure I can do that, Mr. Hadley. Five percent won’t be a problem. Trust me. I’ll work this out.”
“I hope so. I’m impressed with your designs, Kacey, and if we can have product in stock by mid-June, I feel confident our customers will buy it.”
Kacey struggled to appear calm, though she was desperate to scream with joy. She’d been dreaming about this day ever since she started her career in retail merchandising. Now, she had a real shot at shifting her focus toward designing for the masses instead of setting up displays and running in-store contests. She could hardly wait to start the journey.
While Kacey headed toward the conference room door, Steve remained seated, looking over his eyeglasses at her as he advised, “Pack well. You might be in Texas for a while.”
“A while?” Kacey quipped, arching a shapely brown eyebrow in his direction. “Certainly Mr. Archer and I can accomplish all we need to do in a day. Two at the most.”
