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But his voice halted her in place. “I don’t like to eat alone.”
She turned back to him. “You want me to stay?”
He nodded, but his eyes didn’t soften.
She compared the thought of a mouthwatering steak to the can of soup that awaited her at home, and resumed her seat.
“Where is Jennifer?”
Diane couldn’t repress a slight, lopsided grin as she revealed the irony. “She and her husband and their three daughters are on their honeymoon.”
The man shrugged. “Not exactly the scenario I’d choose for my honeymoon.”
“It’s what Jennifer chose. She’d just adopted three little girls when she met her husband. They went to Walt Disney World for a week, then they’re going on a cruise.”
“I guess I was a little late following through with my dad’s suggestion.”
“I don’t think it would’ve mattered. Jennifer wasn’t interested in what her mother wanted for her. Even if you were Prince Charming, she wouldn’t have gone out with you.”
“But you didn’t mind? Was it the money that convinced you?”
Diane bent over, picked up her purse and stood. She didn’t have anything to say to this man. She got two feet from the table when he grabbed her arm.
“All right, I apologize. I’m sorry. I just don’t like to be tricked.”
“You also don’t like to let people talk. I tried to explain many times.”
“And I wouldn’t let you.”
“No, you wouldn’t.” She looked around for their waiter. “Why don’t we ask to be put at two different tables? I needed to eat out this evening, anyway.”
“Why did you need to eat out?”
“A rough day at the office,” she said mildly.
“Want to tell me about it?”
“No, thank you. I remember Jen telling me about you, but I can’t remember your name.”
“I’m Jonathon Davis. You can call me John. Nice to meet you, Diane.”
She offered a small smile. “Shall I wave to the waiter so he can find me another table?”
“No, definitely not. I told you I don’t like to eat alone. Why shouldn’t we get to know each other and enjoy our meal?”
She hesitated, then said, “Okay, but I’ll pay for my dinner.”
“I thought you knew I was wealthy?”
“What difference does that make? I’m not exactly on welfare!”
He leaned toward her. “I invited you, so I pay.”
“But I accepted under false pretenses.”
“I think that was my fault. Please?”
She lowered her gaze. His eyes were magnetic. “I—I suppose. Okay.”
“I haven’t had to work this hard to share dinner with a lady in a long time.”
She just shook her head. She didn’t know what to say to that comment.
“So tell me what kind of job you have.”
“I’m a banker.”
“You work in a bank? Are you a secretary or a teller?”
“I’m vice president in charge of investments.”
“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know they gave those kind of jobs to women.”
“They don’t. I earned it!” Diane had faced enough discrimination in the workplace, she didn’t need it from a dinner companion. This time when she stood, she didn’t give him a chance to stop her. She scooped up her purse and stormed from the restaurant.
HE’D BLOWN IT.
It hadn’t been his intention to send her running. He’d simply said what had come to mind.
Diane Black was unlike his other dinner dates, who dabbled in careers or made one out of fund-raising for charities and planning socialite balls. She was a working woman, and he didn’t know how to act around that ilk.
Besides, she had only given him what he deserved. He had been a bear, dragging her along to dinner, too intent on getting it over with to really listen to what she’d been trying to say.
He sighed, staring at her empty seat. He truly hated eating alone.
An idea formed. He asked the waiter to wrap up their meals, and left him a sizable tip.
Fifteen minutes later, he arrived back at the fourplex. As he pulled into the parking lot, he was pleased to see Diane’s car. Now all he had to figure out was which apartment was hers.
He reached the door with his stack of take-out boxes just as the door was shoved opened and four very attractive young women came out. One of them stopped to stare at John.
“Hello. Are you lost?”
“No. I’m here to see Diane.”
“Oh. Well, she’s home. She came in a few minutes ago.”
“Which one is she in?”
“Upstairs on the right.”
“Thanks.” He hurried up the steps.
Knocking on the appropriate door, he waited until it opened, then grinned, holding up the redolent boxes. “Hi. I brought dinner.”
Diane didn’t return the smile. “No, thank you. I’m fixing dinner already.”
“Come on, Diane. There’s no point in letting this go to waste.”
She glanced down and drew in a deep breath, the delicious aroma breaking her resolve. “Fine. Which ones belong to me?”
“Oh, no, you don’t. Either I come in with the boxes or they don’t come in.”
“Fine,” she said again. But instead of opening the door wider, she closed it and he heard the lock click into place.
“Diane! Diane, you’re not being fair. Come on, open the door.”
He was answered with silence.
“Diane, I want to have dinner with you. I’ve already paid for it. The least you can do is share it with me.”
After a few minutes of banging on her door and calling out to her, to no avail, he returned to his car. He sat there in the car eating his meal…and hers, too. But he saw no sign of her.
Finally, he drove home, questioning why he had hung around waiting for her to acknowledge him. He had a lot of women after him, didn’t he? So why had he waited for her to forgive him?
He hadn’t found an answer by the time he reached home. The housekeeper greeted him, wanting to know if he needed a snack before he went to bed.
“No, Mrs. Walker, thank you. I hope you didn’t wait up for me.”
“No, of course not, Mr. Davis. I hadn’t gone to bed yet.”
He smiled at her and continued up the stairs. Of course she hadn’t gone to bed. It was only eight o’clock. What was wrong with him?
Tomorrow would be a different day. He could face his father without feeling guilty. And he wouldn’t have to explain that his date had been the one to call a halt to the evening.
Maybe that was what bothered him more than anything. She hadn’t wanted him! Most of the women after him wanted him because of his wealth, of course, but even that didn’t tempt Diane.
Had he gotten lazy? John didn’t think he’d ever angered a woman enough that she gave him up. But maybe he needed to be more careful about how he treated women. He certainly hadn’t learned that from his father, who was currently on wife number five, a woman younger than John.
With a sigh, he entered the master suite and began undressing. He’d get in bed and watch some television. That would take his mind off the infuriating Diane Black.
Sure it would.
DIANE STUDIED HER wardrobe the next morning. It was full of black and gray suits—what she’d learned early on constituted professional dress for a banker, male or female. The only color was an occasional muted pastel blouse. Today she actually yearned for a red jacket.
Maybe she’d go shopping tonight. After all, her position was safe, wasn’t it? She could occasionally break the rules if she still looked professional.
She didn’t want to question the sudden need to stand out. That would force her to think about the aggravating man she’d met last night. John Davis had irritated her more than anyone she’d ever met. Especially when she remembered that her bank, quite a large institution, had backed several of his recent projects.
Of course, he hadn’t recognized her, because she wasn’t involved in loans. So he wouldn’t know how to get in touch with her. And that was for the best.
She dressed in a pearl-gray suit with a silk blouse in silvery tones. It was one of her favorite outfits, and she needed her spirits lifted.
When she reached the bank, she was her normal quiet self, calm and pleasant. Her blond hair was pinned back neatly, the only nod to femininity her discreet silver earrings.
Once she was seated behind her desk, Diane relaxed and began her normal routine. She loved her job and understood how important it was for her customers.
In fact, today she was taking one of her clients to lunch. Mrs. Winthrop was a dear. Her husband had made a fortune, but since his death ten years ago Mrs. Winthrop had been relying on Diane to keep the fortune intact so as to provide for her grandchildren.
Diane was making sure that she didn’t invest the woman’s money in any risky stocks. She wanted the same thing as Mrs. Winthrop.
In fact, she had some projections to run before lunch. It was time to focus on the people who mattered.
And get her mind off John Davis.
OKAY, SO THE ARRIVAL of morning hadn’t removed Diane Black from his mind. John dressed for work, thinking about the woman who’d rejected him last evening. But it wasn’t because she’d dumped him. About midnight he’d finally admitted that he’d brought that rejection on himself. He’d been arrogant.
He’d complimented women all his life. It was how he got around them, got them to do what he wanted. But he’d been angry last night. He’d tried to force her to his will. And been irritated when she hadn’t done as he’d wanted.
Guilt had washed through him when he realized it. He felt like an insensitive clod stomping on a delicate flower. He wanted to apologize.
So, after he reached his office, he took out a phone book and began calling all the small banks, asking for a VP named Diane Black. By lunchtime, he’d had no luck. Had she lied to him?
If she had, it was his fault. He’d made it impossible for her to admit to having a lowly position.
Maybe his personal banker would know where Diane was. He was having lunch with Mark Golan today to discuss a new project for which he needed funding.
While he’d always handled his projects successfully, John wanted to be sure he had all his ducks in a row. So he put Diane from his mind and gathered up the various drawings and charts for his presentation. That was one thing he had learned from his father—to be the consummate professional. His personal life might be a wreck, but not his business life.
Which meant his father had the money to pay for all his mistakes, in the form of alimony for each of his three former wives. John’s mother, his dad’s first wife, had died when John was a little boy.
He had no intention of repeating his father’s mistakes. He wouldn’t be turned by a pretty face, which were a dime a dozen for a wealthy man. Too many women looked for a meal ticket they could marry.
He shook his head. Time to clear his mind from thoughts of Diane or his father. He needed to concentrate on business.
He met Mark at a nearby restaurant. Over lunch they talked about sports and mutual acquaintances. John knew the drill. He wouldn’t talk about his project until they arrived back at Guaranty National Bank, the largest and most respected financial institution in the Dallas area.
As he stepped into Mark Golan’s office, impeccably appointed to befit a VP, he began organizing his thoughts in his head. He didn’t want to make any mistakes in his presentation.
An hour later, after his pitch, it was with relief that he heard the bank’s decision—approval of the loan he wanted to finance the work. He was surprised to find Diane returning to his thoughts almost immediately. How had she gotten such control over his mind?
“John, you did a great presentation,” Mark said after the senior members had left his office. “You made us both look good.”
“Glad to hear it. You’ve always been good to me, Mark. I wouldn’t want to let you down.”
“It’s mutual. If I can ever do anything for you, just let me know.”
“Well, there is something….” John tried to affect a casual attitude. “You pretty much know most of the banking community, don’t you?”
