Caught!: Taken! / Say Yes. Lori Foster

awful lot of obstacles. I’ve never known anyone so ridiculously sensitive or so overly cautious.”

      Through narrowed eyes he searched her face, not quite sure how to answer her and keep the peace at the same time. Though her brother stood as a figurehead, it was Virginia who actually ran things. She was the only hope his brother had out of this damn mess.

      She sighed again and said, “I’m sorry. That was uncalled for. To be honest, I’m not quite used to this.”

      He could believe that. What man would pursue a dragon lady? When he’d been kissing her and she’d been soft and pliant and feminine, he’d forgotten how cold and domineering she really was. But what he’d learned of her other side had been accidental. Not many men had ever tried to get past the brambles to see what lay beneath. If it hadn’t been for Wade, he certainly wouldn’t have tried. That thought bothered him and he shied away from it.

      “Virginia, I know this is complicated, but I don’t see any other way….”

      “Maybe we should just forget the whole thing. I’m not exactly cut out for affairs and it’s getting entirely too awkward.”

      “No!” Damn it, he couldn’t waste time backtracking now. Getting her this far had taken longer than he’d expected. But here she was, lifting that damn supercilious eyebrow at his tone. He cleared his throat and had to clench his hands to keep from shaking her.

      “What I meant,” he said, painfully cajoling, “is that you can’t change your mind on me. I need you too much.” For good measure he kissed her again—then immediately forgot it was just for good measure and started enjoying himself. Her lips parted. Her tongue touched his.

      Damn, but for a dragon lady she tasted fine—hot and sweet and sexy. Without making a conscious decision, he lifted his hand to that heavy breast again. Even through her sweater and coat, he could feel the softness of her as he kneaded her flesh. She moaned, and when he lifted his mouth from hers she whispered shakily, “Let me see what I can work out. I’ll get in touch with you later in the week.”

      She had the door open before he could stop her, but it was just as well. The driveway was packed with cars and they could have been caught by anyone coming or going. He’d gotten so wrapped up in the job at hand he’d been careless.

      No one knew who he really was and he had to keep it that way, because once he gained Virginia’s confidence and ruined her brother’s plans, Dillon would disappear. If anyone suspected him of having a relationship with Virginia, he’d fail. And his brother, Wade, would be the one to suffer.

      chapter 2

      WHEN VIRGINIA STEPPED back into the mansion, entering through the kitchen door, she ran smack into her brother, Cliff. He looked at her suspiciously.

      “What were you doing outside?”

      She pushed him out of her way and pulled off her coat. All that kissing and touching had her overheated. She’d rebuttoned the coat only as a sort of barrier, a way to shield herself from the overwhelming attraction and confusing emotions Dillon made her feel. Being so strongly drawn to a man wasn’t something she was used to. And especially not a man like Dillon. She shivered in memory. “I was indulging in a secret liaison, of course.”

      “Ha, ha. Very funny.” With his tone as bland as an angry brother could manage, Cliff glared at her. “Like any man would be foolish enough to tangle with you.”

      Virginia just shook her head. In one respect, Cliff was right. Men rarely pursued her—at least, not men who only wanted to have a heated affair. The term sex symbol had never been used to describe her, not with her excess weight and incisive personality. Men who wanted to try to marry her for her company connections showed up by the dozen each year, but their intentions were far from honorable or complimentary, which partially accounted for her ruthlessness. She’d decided to stay single because she couldn’t find a man who suited her—they were all either immoral money grubbers or complete wimps.

      She’d had high hopes for Dillon when she first met him. Unlike the other fools Cliff invariably hired, Dillon stood apart. His body was long and hard and honed, not the type of physique achieved in a gym, but rather the kind that came from hard work day in and day out, over a lifetime. With broad shoulders and thick thighs, he looked more than capable of taking on any physical task. And he wore a certain confidence, as if he possessed an alertness unknown to most men.

      He had the kind of intensity that made a woman feel surrounded and closed in. It didn’t threaten her—nothing did. She’d grown up a chubby, unattractive middle child who’d had to learn to fight for everything she wanted, including affection. She’d forced her way into the business and into her father’s trust. After living through her parents’ deaths and the battles for power that followed, she knew that very little in life had the ability to alarm her, including Dillon’s pursuit.

      Unhappily, Dillon was proving to be something of a pushover, just like the others. One little word from her, and he tripped all over himself trying not to anger her. Why couldn’t she find a man who could deal with her head-on?

      She was disappointed by his lack of backbone, but not enough to call a halt to the affair. With any luck, Dillon might surprise her once he learned her bark was worse than her bite.

      “Yoo-hoo, Virigina. Anyone home?” Cliff peered at her critically. “What are you up to that has you so distracted?”

      Virginia sighed. “I’m not exactly in the mood right now for your prying or your sarcasm, Cliff. Shouldn’t you be entertaining guests or something?”

      “That’s my line to you. We have important associates here tonight.”

      “Is that right? Such as your personal assistant? I saw Laura dutifully following you around earlier. In fact, she’s probably looking for you right now.”

      Cliff stiffened. “Ms. Neil is no concern of yours.”

      In all honesty, Virginia really didn’t care what Cliff did with his free time or his secretary, although she suspected he’d promoted Laura to personal assistant only as a way to get her in bed. In spite of her disapproval, it wasn’t her business, so she just shrugged. “True enough. Now, what do you want, Cliff?”

      “I want to know what you were doing outside that was so important you neglected your duties.”

      “We’ve been through this before, Brother.” She kept her tone level, hoping to avoid a prolonged fight. She wanted to be alone so she could contemplate how to proceed with Dillon. “What I do with my life is none of your business. Stop pushing me or you won’t like the consequences.”

      Just as she expected, Cliff fumed in impotent silence and then stalked away. It was a shame he’d been born first. It was a bigger shame her father had believed the company needed to be represented by a man, regardless of the fact that Cliff was spineless and shallow and lacked the necessary business sense. Just because they dealt in sporting equipment, her father felt a man would be a more traditional head for the company.

      Virginia would have done a much better job of it. She’d learned the business from the sales floor up, working part-time at their three mall locations while taking business courses and acting as an apprentice at the main offices. She’d absorbed every nuance of the business, and she thrived there, but regardless of all she was capable of, she wasn’t male and that mattered most to her father. At least he’d had the foresight to leave her a controlling interest. No, she wasn’t the president, and she didn’t interfere overly in the daily running of the business, but no major decisions could be made without her. And that one small stipulation in her father’s will had garnered her near hate from Cliff.

      Her brother had always been a petty child, and he’d grown into a petty man. Still, they used to be able to get along, to find a middle ground. Now she hardly knew him—or her younger sister, Kelsey.

      Kelsey also held a share of the company, but she hated to get caught in the cross fire between Virginia and Cliff, and usually gave her proxy to one of the other voting board members. She