Private Sessions

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Oh, well. It looked as if the job would have to fall to her. When the other woman took the chair next to her, Bryna focused solely on her coffee.

Even she admitted to being surprised at her reaction to her cousin’s intended … especially since Elena was pregnant with what they all hoped would be the first of the next Metaxas generation. But so much had been riding on that deal with Philippidis. To just throw it all away because of a woman was unthinkable to her.

She frowned. If only Elena would have kept her legs closed, and her hand on her ex-groom’s arm, right now the first production line would be running and the second would be under construction, employing at least two hundred of the town’s hurting residents.

The thought made her mind drift back to Caleb and her own conflicted feelings for him.

Of course, the difference lay in that she wasn’t engaged to marry someone else so no one would be hurt if things spiraled out of control and then went south.

She swallowed hard.

Other than herself, that is….

5

WAS IT TIME YET?

Caleb looked at his watch as the presentation dragged on. There were ten men in the room for the weekly Wednesday meeting that had been scheduled for that morning, then delayed until afternoon because Manolis Philippidis was late flying in.

He glanced at the modern-day Greek tycoon at the end of the table. Manolis held a small coffee cup in his meaty fingers, his dark eyes on the acquisitions head who was talking about the pros and cons of buying a small business out of Minnesota that made public buses that ran on natural gas.

The new business was green business.

He looked at his watch again.

“Are we keeping you from something, Caleb?” Manolis asked, interrupting the speaker.

He sat back, grinning easily. “No. Not at all.”

“Perhaps we’re boring you, then?”

Caleb’s smile grew tight.

It was well-known that there was no love lost between the two men. Which was why Caleb had never worked directly for him. Would never hand that kind of power to a man who would just as soon fire you as look at you.

No. Caleb liked that he was a well-paid consultant to the company. A very well-paid consultant. Which sometimes required him to sit through trying meetings that had nothing to do with him. And suffer a man who was otherwise insufferable.

“To the contrary. I was thinking about the three other more viable gas-powered bus ventures that are looking for investors rather than to be bought outright.” He raised a brow. “Would you like me to continue? Or shall we get back to the meeting agenda?”

As expected, Manolis glowered at him, finished off his coffee and then looked at his own watch. “I believe this meeting is concluded.”

If there was one man who hated wasting time as much as Caleb it was Philippidis.

The Greek stood and everyone else at the table hurried to do the same. All but for Caleb, who took his time getting to his feet.

He extended his hand toward Manolis, who shook it. “You have information on these other companies? “

“I sent proposals to the ventures head a month ago.”

Manolis nodded. “Let him know I want to hear more about them at next month’s meeting.”

“Very well.”

The other man straightened his tailor-made suit jacket as if having just made an important decision and muttered his goodbyes before leaving the room.

Caleb followed him out, heading directly for his own office.

“Has …” he began as he neared Nancy’s desk.

She interrupted. “Miss Metaxas is waiting in your office, as you directed, sir.”

The sun had just emerged from the heavy gray clouds.

BRYNA READ THE SPINES of the books in the cases that lined Caleb’s office. Business tomes were interspaced with leather-bound classic fiction novels and philosophy titles. She wondered if he’d read them or if they’d come by way of a professional decorator. He was, after all, a consultant with the Philippidis company, meaning this wasn’t his permanent office, but rather a temporary one.

But how temporary? How many years had he been working with him?

She moved down the bookcase, squinting to read the script on a recognition-of-excellence plaque that had been propped against the books.

She looked around. There were no photographs, personal or professional. It seemed to her that everything was purposely displayed to reveal very little about the office’s inhabitant beyond his power and success.

She’d moved to where she could see behind his desk and now looked over her shoulder, eyeing the drawers there.

The door opened and she jumped.

Caleb seemed to take in the situation in one glance. He slowly closed the door even as Bryna walked to the visitor’s side of the desk.

“Nice to see you again, Miss Metaxas,” he said in that low, deep way he had of speaking.

She cleared her throat. “The pleasure’s all mine, Mr. Payne.”

He stood looking at her for a moment, not long, but long enough to encourage that longing to wend through her veins anew.

“We’ll see,” he said, but whether it was a threat or a promise, she didn’t know.

He walked toward his chair.

Did he know what effect he had on her? She’d offer an unqualified yes. He gave the impression of being a man who was aware of everyone and everything in any room he inhabited. And likely commanded the gazes of every female within a half-mile radius, along with a majority of men if just from sheer envy.

“I was pleased when you called for this appointment,” she said. “Would you like to go over the proposals?”

He opened the right desk drawer, watching her face as he did so. “Only one of them has possibilities.”

“Oh? Which?”

“The second.”

She smiled.

“That’s the one you intended me to choose.”

“It’s the one I’d hoped you’d choose.”

Of the three, the proposal was the most solid and followed the basic tenets of the original, only scaled down. Instead of four production lines, they’d begin with one. Rather than go whole hog, she proposed starting with a limited offering. Troy’s plans were large, ambitious, much like her cousin himself. But as she’d tried without success to explain to him, perhaps it was better to start small with the potential to grow than big with the possibility of failure … if he succeeded in selling the grand idea at all….

Caleb walked to a polished table near the window that held four chairs. He put the proposal in question down. “There are a number of things we need to reconfigure.”

Bryna followed him and pulled out the chair next to the one he stood behind. But he didn’t sit. Instead, he shrugged out of his jacket, hung it on a hanger inside a door that she suspected led to a full bathroom, and then undid his cufflinks, sliding them into his pockets before rolling up his sleeves.

Her mouth went dry. Even though he was going for comfort, he still looked more elegant than any man she’d ever seen. And that was saying something because her cousins weren’t exactly slouches when it came to the man department.

He’d begun talking, presumably about the proposal, but Bryna couldn’t make a word out. Her ears had stopped accepting input as her heart rate sped up. She was too caught up watching him take off his tie and undo his top three buttons. His waist was narrow where his Egyptian broadcloth shirt was tucked into his slacks, the belt further emphasizing the difference from his wide chest and shoulders.