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Bachelor CEO
Michele Dunaway
Chase McDaniel had it all planned out.He'd work his way up in the family business and eventually become CEO. Except the heir to McDaniel Manufacturing just got a rude awakening. His soon-to-retire grandfather is ordering him to take a year off and find out what he really wants.Chase knows what he doesn't want–gorgeous, talented Miranda Craig taking his job! Being handpicked to run a company is the dream of a lifetime. And Miranda has no intention of stepping aside…even if Chase is the sexiest man she's ever met.But their strictly business arrangement may be in danger of turning into something more. Especially if a certain matchmaking relative has his way…
Miranda couldn’t believe what a mess she’d made of things
“I honestly didn’t mean to mislead you,” she told Chase. “Do you think we can put this behind us?”
“So we start over as if we’d never met?” he asked.
“Fresh start on Tuesday,” she replied, aware that the air above the dock had become charged.
“So today is meaningless,” he said. “I forgive you and you forgive me.”
Realizing that somehow she’d started down a slippery slope, but not sure where it was leading her, Miranda nodded. “Exactly.”
“Seems I need something for which to be forgiven,” Chase replied, reaching forward and toppling her into him.
The man can kiss was the last recognizable thought Miranda managed.
Dear Reader,
When I was growing up, my family spent the Fourth of July week on a lake in northwestern Wisconsin, fourteen miles from the town of Rice Lake. The “summer home” belonged to my grandparents, who stayed there from June to early September before retreating to Florida for the winter. Memories of boating, golf, dinner at the country club, lunch on the porch and attending church in a tiny chapel remain some of my favorites to this day.
While the towns and lakes in this book are fictional, the buildings around the lake are based on those I experienced in my childhood. Bringing Chase and Miranda here when I wrote Bachelor CEO allowed me to relive some of those good times.
I’m delighted to be part of the MEN MADE IN AMERICA series. Chase McDaniel is definitely an all-American boy. He’s determined to claim his birthright as company CEO, although he’s not prepared when his grandfather tosses in one last roadblock, in the form of Miranda Craig.
I hope you enjoy reading Chase and Miranda’s story as much as I did creating it. Remember, you can always contact me through my Web site at www.micheledunaway.com. Enjoy the romance.
Michele Dunaway
Bachelor CEO
Michele Dunaway
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
In first grade Michele Dunaway knew she wanted to be a teacher when she grew up, and by second grade she knew she wanted to be an author. By third grade she was determined to be both, and before her high school class reunion, she’d succeeded. In addition to writing romance, Michele is a nationally recognized English and journalism educator who also advises both the yearbook and newspaper at her school. Born and raised in a west county suburb of St. Louis, Missouri, Michele has traveled extensively, with the cities and places she’s visited often becoming settings for her stories. Described as a woman who does too much but doesn’t ever want to stop, Michele gardens five acres in her spare time and shares her house with two tween daughters and six extremely lazy house cats that rule the roost.
This book is dedicated in memory of all
my grandparents. You helped shape my life
and your love made me a better person.
And thanks to all the teachers in the Francis Howell
High School English department who bought
charity raffle tickets and stacked the odds to give
Mike Storm his supporting role. Mike, for putting up
with me next door in A115 for six years,
this Iowa book is for you.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Epilogue
Chapter One
She shouldn’t be bending over like that.
As he gazed at the woman wearing the short blue pinstripe skirt ahead of him, Chase McDaniel’s throat constricted and his silk tie suddenly felt tight. She leaned over farther, continuing to study the back end of her car.
He had a perfect view of well-shaped legs that led upward toward…
The bead of sweat that formed on Chase’s forehead had nothing to do with the late May heat wave. It might be ninety-two degrees, but the vision in front of him was what was getting him all hot and bothered in the company parking lot this Friday morning.
She straightened, and he noticed how her crisp white shirt clung to her breasts, outlining the white cami she wore beneath. She’d shed the suit coat, and her sunglasses were perched atop her head to keep her short black hair back.
She was hot. Both literally and physically. He’d never seen a woman quite like her, Chase decided. She had a commanding yet sexy presence. His libido heightened, and he worked to control his physical reaction. Her car was in a visitor space, and as he approached he could see what vexed her—a flat tire.
It was 10:00 a.m., and the official start of the Memorial Day weekend was hours away. Here in Chenille, Iowa, the day promised to be a scorcher. But the unseasonably warm weather was ideal for heating lake water and making the weekend perfect for outdoor activities.
Chase’s grandfather was already at the family summer home in Minnesota, and that’s where Chase was heading next, once he stopped and did his good deed for the day. “Hi,” he said, pausing a few feet from her.
She turned, and he inhaled. She had the greenest eyes he’d ever seen.
“Hi,” she replied. Her frustration with the situation was obvious.
“Looks like you have a flat.”
“You think?” She rubbed her forehead, and dirt from the tire streaked her skin. His fingers itched to wipe the smudge off, but he kept his hands to himself. He’d liked her on sight, and being up close hadn’t done anything to change his mind.
“Do you know of a repair shop I can call?” she asked, focusing on the matter at hand.
“Do you have a spare?” Chase countered.
She wrinkled her nose. “I hope so. I’ve never had to use it. Never even looked to see if it’s there.”
He moved to her trunk and noticed her Illinois license plates. Chenille was an hour northwest of Dubuque, which sat on the Iowa-Illinois-Wisconsin border. “Where are you from?”
“Chicago,” she replied, watching as he lifted the trunk lid. “What are you doing?”
“Changing your tire.” Chase gave her the grin that his sister Chandy declared irresistible. “You’re in Iowa. We do things like that, especially out here in Chenille.”
“I’d never even heard of this town until a few weeks ago,” she admitted. “Couldn’t have found it on a map before then either.”
He laughed. “Not many people can unless you’re looking for us. We’re a company town owing our livelihoods to McDaniel Manufacturing. I assume since you’re here you’ve heard of the products.”
“Oh, I dug around a little. McDaniel Manufacturing makes cheeses, ice cream and other assorted dairy items. The popular product lines give Kraft a solid run for their money.”
He tossed her trunk mat on the ground, wondering about the purpose of her visit. She’d driven a long way. Maybe she was in sales. A lot of vendors and suppliers did come calling. “So you did your research.”
“Any smart woman would.”
“And you’re a smart woman?” He refrained from adding that if she was, she’d have checked her trunk for a tire. Luckily, she had one, and it was inflated.
“I like to think so.”
Chase chuckled, unscrewing the bolt that held her tire jack and spare in place. “So where’d you go to school?”
“Northwestern University.”
“Good old Evanston,” he said, placing the bolt in his pants pocket. He didn’t want to lose that.
She took his words the wrong way. “Do you have a problem with Northwestern?”
“Nope. Not if you don’t care that I went to the University of Iowa,” he replied. He removed the car’s jack and handed it to her. His fingers brushed hers for a second as she took it from him.
After placing the spare on the ground, he shed his suit coat and rolled up his sleeves. He’d never been afraid of dirt or hard work, and he could shower when he reached Lone Pine Lake.
He’d be about a half hour late, but his grandfather would understand. Leroy was all about chivalry, especially on the parking lot of the company he owned and loved.
Chase loosened the lug nuts and he placed the jack under the frame of the car. He inserted the handle and began to turn it, raising the car up slowly until the tire was free of the ground.
Then he removed the lug nuts and the bad tire, ignoring that his hands had turned black from the brake dust and the road grime. He slid the spare on, reversed the process, and soon had her car ready to go.
“Thank you.”
“No problem.” He put the flat in the trunk and set everything on top. “If I were you, I’d take this down to Bay’s Tire and have them look at it. Bay’s is right there on the main drag. You can’t miss it. Looks like an old gas station without the pumps. Tell them Chase sent you.”
“Okay.” She crossed her arms over her chest and studied him.
“So, where are you heading after this? Going inside?” he asked.
She shook her head, her short locks swishing. “No. I’m finished. I’m actually starting work here Tuesday. I filled out my tax forms today.”
“Oh.” He frowned. Come Tuesday she’d be an employee. Chase had been well schooled in sexual harassment law. McDaniel Manufacturing prided itself on its employee satisfaction, stellar work environment and safety record.
Still, she wasn’t quite on the job yet, and something about her intrigued him. Curious to learn more, he said, “I was wondering if you’d like to reward me for my valor by letting me take you to an early lunch.”
Instead of saying yes, she arched a dark eyebrow and her pixie mouth formed a slight pucker. “That’s sweet, and I really appreciate your offer, but you’ve already helped me out enough. I should have joined an auto club or something. As it is, I’ve got to get going. The moving van is on its way, if it’s not already waiting at my apartment.”
“They’re always late,” he replied, delaying her inevitable departure. Of course, he really had no clue about moving companies. He’d only moved once, from his grandfather’s estate to his own place, ten years ago.
However, she was already edging away, to the driver’s side of the car. He stood there feeling like a fool. “It was nice meeting you,” he said.
“Thank you again,” she replied.
“You’re welcome.” Chase remained frozen in place until she drove off. Then he retrieved the suit coat he’d set on the ground. His dry cleaners would kill him, but the bill would be well worth it.
Chenille had never seen anything like her.
If it had, Chase would have found her long ago. Goodness knows he’d gone through enough women looking for the right one. Sex was never an issue. The problem was finding someone who could keep his mind and heart interested, as well. Someone he could love forever. Call him a closet romantic, but he believed in true love and wouldn’t settle until he found it.
He held up his dirty hands and grimaced. Even though he’d brought his suitcase with him, it might be best if he went home to shower before leaving for Minnesota. He should be able to do so and still be in plenty of time. His grandfather had specifically asked him to arrive earlier than the rest of his siblings. Every Memorial Day weekend the entire family gathered at the house on Lone Pine Lake, starting Friday night, to kick off the summer and celebrate Leroy’s birthday.
His grandfather would be eighty tomorrow, and Chase was certain Leroy was finally ready to announce his retirement. He’d been hinting for a while about passing the torch. Chase had been groomed his whole life to become CEO of the family business, a role and legacy that had passed to him when his parents died in a single-engine-plane crash.
Once he’d had dreams of leaving Chenille and making his way in some big city, but he’d long ago left those fantasies to his siblings.
His sister Cecilia had made her home in New York as a professional ballerina. Now thirty and at the end of her dancing career, she’d started teaching ballet, gotten married and had a child on the way. Chase’s younger brother, Chris, was also married, and worked in Davenport as a minister. The youngest of the McDaniel clan, twenty-seven-year old Chandy, was doing her pediatric residency in Saint Louis.
Chase drove the short distance to his home, an atrium ranch sitting on five acres. He’d hoped to share it with a wife and kids, but he refused to get married until he knew he’d found his soul mate. Everyone in his family had happy marriages, and Chase wanted the same.
For a second, he thought of the woman he’d met. McDaniel currently had several management openings, two in human resources. Maybe she’d filled one of those.
