Chapter 13

• Annabelle turns to him and smiles sincerely before turning back to face Nicholas. “It’s very generous on you and your company’s behalf; I’m just a little baffled as to why us. Why Corporate Cares? What’s the connection?”
• The corners of Nicholas's mouth turn up, his elbows propped and fingers steepled on the desk in front of his chin. “Let’s just say that you can be very persuasive, Ms. Tremaine.” He holds her stare as she inhales a sharp breath of air. “I think I’ll enjoy working with someone as passionate and,” he looks away, finding the word, before bringing his eyes back to hers, “responsive as I found you to be on Saturday night.” He keeps his face impassive, although his eyes are anything but as his tongue darts out to lick his lower lip.
• Despite the blood draining from her head at his words, she can. feel the flush spread over her cheeks and down her neck. He senses that she gets his insinuation, for the humor in his eyes is unmistakable. The corners of his eyes crinkle to express his amusement. She squirms under his gaze, wishing to be anywhere but here at this moment.