A Win-Win Proposition. Cat Schield

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Название A Win-Win Proposition
Автор произведения Cat Schield
Жанр Современные любовные романы
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       “Tell you what. I’ll make you a bet.”

      She felt audacious and desirable beneath Sebastian’s keen appraisal. Mad impulses had been driving her all day.

      Sebastian looked resigned. “What sort of a bet?”

      “If the ball lands on black and I lose, I’ll keep working for you. I’ll have to, won’t I, because I’ll be five thousand dollars poorer.”

      Sebastian’s eyes locked with hers. “And if the ball lands on red?”

      “I want a night with you.” The proposition tasted like warm honey against her lips. She had no idea where she’d found the boldness to voice it, but now that she had, she wouldn’t take it back for a million dollars.

      “I’m not going to take advantage of you like that.”

      “One night,” she coaxed. “That’s all I want.”

      “This is ridiculous.” Despite his words to the contrary, he didn’t pull back.

      “Black you get me,” she said, hearing the ball slow. Only seconds now. Seconds that would change her life forever. “Red, I get you.”

      Dear Reader,

      Las Vegas is a city that captures my imagination. Like my heroine, Missy Ward, I love the energy of the casinos and the sense that anyone around me could strike it rich, or lose everything, in the next few seconds.

      I’m not much of a gambler. I can’t bear to throw my money away. So, it was great fun to write a heroine whose luck begins to change the second she starts taking chances.

      But if everything seems to be going right for Missy, the same cannot be said for her boss, conservative CEO Sebastian Case. He’s a man who likes being in control and isn’t sure what has gotten into his once-dependable executive assistant.

      I had a blast helping Missy and Sebastian reach their happily-ever-after. I hope you enjoy their journey.

      Happy reading!

       Cat Schield

      www.CatSchield.com

      About the Author

      CAT SCHIELD has been reading and writing romance since school. Although she graduated from college with a BA in business, her idea of a perfect career was writing books. And now, after winning the Romance Writers of America 2010 Golden Heart® for series contemporary romance, that dream has come true. Cat lives in Minnesota with her daughter, Emily, and their Burmese cat. When she’s not writing sexy, romantic stories for the Desire™ line, she can be found sailing with friends on the St Croix River or in more exotic locales like the Caribbean and Europe. She loves to hear from readers. Find her at www.catschield.com. Follow her on Twitter @catschield.

       A Win-Win Proposition

      Cat Schield

      

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      To Erik Westgard who put me on the path and

      Chris Keach who keeps me on it

      One

      Multi-colored lights winked at Sebastian Case, enticing him to come try his luck. He ignored the electronic clatter of slot machines as they chimed, beeped and sang of fortunes won and lost. Gambling didn’t appeal to him. He believed in hard work and perseverance, not chance.

      A couple in their sixties halted in front of him, forcing Sebastian to slow. The wife insisted the buffet was to their left. The husband assured her they’d missed the turn near the keno area. Both were wrong.

      Before he could circle past, the woman spied him.

      “There’s someone who can help us.” Her bright-red lips parted in a cheerful smile. “Hello …” She scrutinized his chest, where a name tag might be. “Young man. We love your hotel, but it’s very confusing. Can you direct us to the buffet?”

      She’d mistaken him for a hotel employee. Not surprising. He was probably the only person in the casino wearing a business suit who didn’t work there.

      “If you angle to the right, you’ll see it.” He pointed in the direction they needed to go.

      “I told you.” The woman shot her husband a smug look, dead wrong but taking credit anyway. “Thank you.”

      With a nod, Sebastian resumed walking toward the bank of elevators that would sweep him to his fifteenth-floor suite. Missy better be there. While he’d been on a conference call with their lawyers, going over last-minute changes to the contract for the purchase of Smythe Industries, she’d pulled a vanishing act. That had been almost six hours ago.

      Concern buzzed. He’d left three messages on her voice mail and sent her four or five emails. Not a single response. Assistants didn’t come any more efficient or reliable than Missy. Should he be worried that she’d gotten into trouble?

      Noisy, crowded, chaotic Las Vegas lured tourists with over-the-top promises of adventure and spit them out with blurry memories and empty pockets. Had Missy fallen prey? Her small-town upbringing in west Texas couldn’t have prepared her for such dangers. Was she somewhere in the maze of slot machines, pouring her paycheck into one? Or perhaps she’d left the hotel and been accosted on the street.

      A cheer went up from the craps tables on his right. If his BlackBerry hadn’t been set to vibrate, he never would have known he’d received an email. Slowing his pace, he pulled the handheld out of his coat pocket. Missy had finally responded. The two-word subject line stopped him cold.

      My resignation.

      He stared at the concise note in disbelief. Missy was quitting? Impossible.

      His executive assistant had been with him for four years. They were a team. If she were unhappy, he’d know it.

      Sebastian dialed Missy. After four rings he was directed to her voice mail.

      “Call me.”

      Without waiting to see if she would, he shot her a terse text message demanding her location. Thirty seconds later, he received a response.

      The bar.

       Which bar?

      He gnashed his teeth during an even longer pause.

      Zador.

      He pulled up a mental image of the casino’s layout and turned to his left. A five-minute hike brought him to the bar. Red walls, black-lacquer accents and Asian-inspired art gave Sebastian the feeling he’d been transported halfway around the world. Enormous fish tanks lined the wall and provided most of the room’s light. Twelve-inch koi drifted through the clear water as Sebastian strode into the room, scanning the occupied tables for his assistant. A redhead at the bar derailed his search.

      She faced the bartender, gesturing as they conversed. With her back to him, Sebastian couldn’t hear her laugh but suspected it would be husky and intimate, a siren sound that lured men into her sensual web. She sat with her long legs hitched to one side, her modest hemline offering a view of slender calves and delicate ankles.

      Even without seeing her face, he was hooked.

      Her allure was so potent he’d taken half a dozen steps in her direction before he recalled why he’d come here. A quick survey of the room assured him that Missy didn’t occupy any of the small round tables. He would deal with her later.

      First, he needed to meet the redhead at the bar.

      “No, no. Really. He did that?”

      Sebastian