wearing a bulky gray sweatshirt, so it wasn’t like he was getting an eyeful, but she could feel her face turn red at his appraisal.
“I have to admit, I’m surprised. But if you’re not seeing anyone, I don’t see the problem.”
She started to get impatient. “The problem is, everyone in my life knows I don’t date. They don’t understand it, but they accept it. If I start seeing someone out of the blue they’ll go nuts. They’ll want to meet you. My family especially. I have an older brother and sister and none of us are married yet, and my parents really want grandchildren. If my mom gets the idea that I’m seeing someone, she’ll start planning a wedding. It’ll be awful.”
She took a breath. “And there’s no way they wouldn’t find out. You’re news. If we start going out, it’ll be in all the local papers.”
“My grandmother’s the only one who needs to think we’re romantically involved,” he said after a moment. “You can tell your friends and family whatever you want. Tell them we’re going out as friends and that the media’s making more of it than it is.”
He leaned forward, his biceps bunching as he rested his forearms on the table. His black T-shirt stretched across his broad shoulders.
“Say you’ll do it.” His voice was forceful and persuasive at the same time, backed up by that intense gaze and a quick, flashing smile.
Allison felt her palms getting sweaty. A very inelegant reaction, one the women Rick Hunter dated probably never experienced.
He was persuasive, all right. And confident, like there was no doubt he’d get his way in the end.
Allison rubbed her palms on her denim-clad thighs and scooted her chair back a few inches, putting a little distance between them. She’d seen this kind of confidence before—plenty of times, in fact. It had been a defining characteristic of a lot of the rich kids she’d gone to high school with. The boys especially, and one in particular. Paul had been so confident it had been impossible to imagine him ever failing to get something he wanted.
She folded her arms across her chest. “I’m sorry, but I’m not your solution here.”
He looked surprised. “You won’t do it?”
“Don’t look so shocked. You’re obviously used to people falling all over themselves to give you whatever you want, but—”
Now he was frowning. “I don’t expect people to fall all over me.”
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. I bet no one ever says no to you. Come on, admit it. Don’t you usually get your way? Maybe always?”
He folded his arms, like her. “No.”
“You grew up rich, didn’t you? I can spot the attitude a mile off. The silver spoon crowd—you’re all alike. You think because you—”
“Hey! Stop doing that.”
His voice was sharp enough that she actually did. “Stop doing what?” she asked.
“Stop making assumptions. Stop judging me because I have money. I’m sorry if that offends you—”
“That’s not what offends me. It’s your obvious belief that everything—and everyone—should just fall in your lap.”
He leaned forward again. “I don’t think that. I’ve never thought that. Believe me, I could give you a long list of things I’ve wanted in my life that I didn’t get.”
She frowned at him. “You ooze confidence. It practically … drips off you.”
He shook his head. “I’m not going to apologize for being confident. I am confident. But not because I have money, in spite of what you obviously believe. I’m confident because I believe in myself. Don’t you believe in yourself?”
Of course she did. As far as work went, anyway. As for personal stuff …
Irrelevant, Allison decided. She shrugged impatiently. “I suppose. Anyway, we got off track with the—”
“You got off track, as I recall. With your prejudice against the wealthy.”
“I’m not prejudiced.”
“What I don’t get is how you can run a charitable foundation. Aren’t rich people kind of your bread and butter? How do you manage to hide the fact that you despise them when you’re asking for donations?”
She flushed. “That’s a terrible thing to say. For one thing, it’s not only the wealthy who contribute to charities. And for another, I don’t hate rich people. I’m incredibly grateful to anyone who donates their money—or their time—to the Star Foundation. Especially when they do it because they want to, and not because they expect something in return.”
His jaw tightened. “Unlike me, right? Is that what you wanted to hear? Yes, I’m selfish. No, I don’t give without expecting something back. I’m sorry I don’t meet your high standards for human behavior, or fit into your perfect little world where everyone acts like a saint. But here’s a reality flash for you.”
He stabbed a forefinger on the table in front of her. “Charities all over the country are struggling right now, and yours is no exception. You can keep on looking down your nose at me, and let your foundation suffer—or you can admit you need my money and take it. How many of the families you pretend to care so much about will be hurt if you turn me down?”
He leaned back again. “Sounds pretty damn selfish to me.”
She was so mad her hands were shaking. But the worst part was, she knew he was right.
If she turned down his donation, she’d have to cut programs and services. The reality of that stared her in the face.
Looking across the table at him, seeing the coldness that had come into his expression, Allison felt a sudden wave of recklessness.
Why shouldn’t she accept his offer? They’d go out to a few overpriced restaurants and have a few stilted conversations. Why had the idea of that made her feel so nervous, so awkward and unsure of herself? Right now, she didn’t feel awkward at all. The anger flowing in her veins made her feel like she could do anything.
So yes, she’d take his money. With a donation this big, she might be able to add some services this year. Expand her existing programs. Reach more families.
And she’d get something else from him, too.
“I’ll do it.”
He blinked at her in surprise. “What?”
“I accept your proposal.”
“You do?”
“On one condition.” She leaned forward, schooling her features into what she hoped was an implacable expression. “You’ll visit Julie in the hospital this Saturday.”
To drop her eyes at this point would be a sign of weakness, so she held his gaze as his eyes narrowed and his dark brows slanted together.
After a minute he started to drum the fingers of one hand against the table. When he realized what he was doing he curled that hand into a fist.
“What if I say no?”
She shrugged. “You’ll have to find another woman of character who’s not attracted to you. It won’t be that hard. From where I sit, those two qualities seem to go together naturally.”
Another minute of silence. Then his fisted hand relaxed, and he leaned back in his chair.
“I should have realized you were capable of driving a hard bargain. You don’t give up easily, do you?”
“The families I work with don’t give up. I hold myself to the same standard.” She took a quick breath. “So do we have a deal, or not?”
His eyes didn’t leave hers. “We have a deal,” he said.
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