The Rebel Tycoon's Outrageous Proposal

They were so engrossed in their discussion that he didn’t check his watch until hunger pangs reminded him they hadn’t eaten.

“It’s nine o’clock,” he told Holly. “I’m starving. Let’s get a pizza and keep working.”

She wrinkled her nose, as if pizza didn’t suit her, but agreed, so he went ahead and ordered. He poured two glasses of wine from a bottle he found in the refrigerator. When he looked up at Holly, she was rubbing the back of her neck with both hands. The movement lifted her breasts beneath the thin cotton of her blouse, drawing his eyes down to the high, rounded curves. He wondered which of those sexy bras she had on underneath. Maybe the transparent, gauzy white underwire with the front opening clasp. Or the—what was it, ivory?—with the imagination-stirring gold buckles on the straps.

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