don’t usually shake hands with women. Let them make the first move.”
“All right.”
“Do you own a skirt that comes below your knees?”
Her lips faintly curved. “Not this season.”
“Then buy some. And be sure your arms and shoulders are covered. What you have on is fine, but the skirt needs to be longer.”
“These people are coming to my country—I’m not going to theirs. I don’t see why I should change to please them.”
“How bad do you want to make this deal?”
It meant everything. If she closed this purchase, she could prove to her grandfather that she was the person to take over as president of the company when Michael Curtis resigned next year.
“I’ll take care of it,” she said.
“I need the details of their visit. How long they’ll be staying. Which hotel they’ll be in, what security measures are being taken.”
“We’ve booked them into the presidential suite at the Four Seasons. They’ll have the entire twentieth floor. It’s a five-star hotel and it’s close to the office. I was planning to leave security up to their own people.”
“Bad idea. They don’t know the city or the hotel. I can take a look if you want, see what might need to be done.”
“All right, yes. That sounds like a good idea.”
“And you’ll need to inform the local authorities of the visit.”
“Already done. Everything’s covered.”
They spent the better part of another hour going over the protocols, things like not waving someone forward with your fingers, which an Arab might do to summon a dog. Or making the okay sign, forming a circle with your thumb and forefinger, which meant you were giving the person the evil eye.
Sage was exhausted by the time Cantrell unfolded his tall frame from the chair. Damn, the man was big. He had feet the size of snowshoes and big hands, as well.
She didn’t let her mind wander in the direction that led her.
Instead, she thought that for a bodyguard he seemed fairly polished and intelligent. His clothes were perfectly tailored to fit his tall, broad-shouldered frame. His suit wasn’t a two-thousand-dollar Armani, but it hadn’t come off the rack at J. C. Penney’s, either.
He glanced down at the heavy watch on his wrist. “Why don’t we take a break?” he suggested. “You haven’t had lunch. We can meet back here in an hour, get started again.”
Her shoulders sagged. “I thought we were finished.”
Cantrell’s mouth edged up, a hard mouth, but sexy. “I hate to disappoint you, but we’re just getting started.”
Sage looked at the stack of notes on her desk, thought of the endless preparations she still needed to complete to get ready for the Saudis. “I’ve got appointments all afternoon. I won’t be finished until at least seven o’clock tonight.”
“All right, I’ll pick you up here at seven. We’ll catch some dinner and continue where we left off.”
She gazed up at him and inwardly groaned. She was exhausted from working the long hours necessary to prepare for the negotiation. Now she had to deal with Jake Cantrell.
To say nothing of the tug of attraction she felt whenever she looked at him. Or worse yet, when she felt him looking at her.
She wouldn’t act on any of it, of course. She was committed to Phillip. Which reminded her to call and tell him she wouldn’t be able to see him tonight. They would have only tomorrow evening to say goodbye before he returned to Edinburgh, where his North Sea drilling operations office was located.
Reluctantly, she returned her attention to Cantrell. “I’ll be ready when you get here,” she said. And wished she’d be going home to get some sleep instead.
* * *
Jake left the office and climbed into his Jeep. He’d bought it two months ago, a replacement for Sassy, the old, beat-up one that had served him so well over the years. The new Jeep was also black, but shiny, and had a canvas top without holes. He’d had it up all summer so he could run the air conditioner, which actually worked.
He cranked the engine, thinking of the evening ahead. What the hell had he been thinking? Yes, he needed to work with Sage as much as he could before the Saudis arrived. He sure as hell didn’t need to take the woman to dinner.
Yet there was something about Sage Dumont that interested him. He tried to think of her as the spoiled rich socialite she undoubtedly was, but somehow it didn’t seem to fit.
He reminded himself that she was engaged, and that cooled his ardor a little. Not enough.
He wondered what kind of man she had chosen to marry, and how she really felt about him, then reminded himself it was none of his damned business. Disgruntled that he had taken the assignment at all, he left downtown Houston and drove to his office in the University District, where he did freelance work for Atlas Security.
Jake shoved open the office door and walked in, passing Annie Mayberry, Trace’s receptionist and office manager, who was seated at the front desk. A small woman in her sixties with frizzy blond hair, Annie ran the place like a dictator. She also mothered the single men who worked there, and though they grumbled about her overprotective nature and salty disposition, everybody loved her.
“So how did it go?” she asked. “You take the job?”
“I’ll probably regret it, but yes, I did.”
One of her penciled eyebrows went up. “She’s a real beauty, that Sage.”
Jake’s steps slowed. He stopped and turned. “You knew Sage was the assignment? Why the hell didn’t you say something?”
Annie just smiled. “’Cause I was afraid you’d say no. You know how you can be when it comes to women.”
Jake frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means you think a woman has only one job, and that’s to keep you entertained in bed. You aren’t interested in a female who might stand up to you. Sage Dumont is just as used to being in charge as you are. That has to chap your behind but good.”
Amusement warred with irritation. “She’s used to being in charge, all right. She works for her grandfather. Of course she’s in charge.”
“You might want to do a little checking on that. Sage started at the bottom. She’s good at what she does, and that’s why she’s been promoted so many times over the years.”
“How the hell could you possibly know that?”
“Because, smarty-pants, I read the newspapers. They’ve done a lot of stories about her and her family. Plus I did a little checking on the internet when Trace mentioned he was recommending you for the job.”
“All right, so let’s say she worked her fingers to the bone to get where she is today. Doesn’t change the fact that as long as I’m protecting her, she has do what I say.”
“You told her that? How’d that work out?”
“We talked things over and she agreed to follow my rules.”
Annie snorted as if he was deluding himself. “She’s engaged, you know.”
He scoffed. “That’s pretty hard to miss, with the size of the diamond she’s wearing.”
“Phillip’s not the right man for her.”
Jake couldn’t believe this conversation. And yet this was Annie. She had an uncanny ability to know everything that was going on, and she was usually right. “Really. And why is that?”
“Too