THIS WOMAN had done some kind of business with Lancaster International, I was surprised that she didn’t recognize me.
Even stranger, I’d never seen her before, and I never forgot a face.
Granted, I wouldn’t recognize every one of my employees since Lancaster International had hundreds of thousands of them around the world. However, she’d obviously just come from my headquarters in London, and I was familiar with every upper-level executive who had an office there. I made it a point to know their business because it was ultimately my business, too, and I’d never seen this gorgeous blonde American woman strolling around the executive floors to meet with any of them.
I definitely would have remembered her.
So here I was, in a position that should have been awkward, but it really wasn’t. Not for me, anyway. It was just…different. The woman had no idea who I was, nor did she seem to care about getting to know me.
To her, I was just some totally random, unpleasant guy who was sitting next to her on an airplane.
Not that I blamed her for having that initial impression of me. Reading her text messages had been way out of line, and obnoxiously intrusive, but she was so damn intriguing that it had been impossible to resist finding out why she’d looked so defeated when I’d taken the seat next to hers.
My actions had been so out of character for me that I was still trying to figure out why I’d invaded her privacy.
I’d never felt like I had to solve all the world’s problems like my brother, Leo.
Normally, I never had any desire to carry on a conversation with a stranger when I was traveling. Like her, I preferred to keep to myself on the rare occasions I flew commercial.
I should be satisfied that no one had recognized me, and eager to pull out my laptop so I could get to work. I could knock out a significant number of things that had piled up on a long flight like this one.
I was nothing if not disciplined, to keep my focus on Lancaster International at all times.
I’d never been distracted from my single-minded purpose…until I’d taken my seat next to the most intriguing female I’d ever met.
This time, for some unknown reason, all I wanted to do was watch her.
Damned if I knew where that beautiful comment she’d disliked so much had come from, or why I’d said it. I wasn’t exactly a slick operator. Dylan had always been the charming one. And me? I’d always been the quiet, keep-to-myself Lancaster who followed a meticulous schedule that left little or no time for anything else but my obsession to make Lancaster International stand out from any of my competition. My twin had been the one who could lavish people with outrageous flattery without making it sound insincere or cheesy.
Honestly, I hadn’t meant to flatter the female next to me, exactly. She was, in fact, beautiful, and it was incredibly provocative that she didn’t seem to know it.
I was a big man who appreciated a statuesque, curvy female like her, so I’d noticed her from the first moment I’d sat down in the seat next to her.
Generally, I could blow off a mild attraction and get back to whatever business was at hand.
I didn’t have time to flirt. I’d never even had the inclination.
I didn’t push anyone for any kind of conversation because I wasn’t exactly a talker myself.
I used my available time wisely, which meant I focused on Lancaster International.
Normally, I didn’t even notice who occupied the seat next to me on one of my rare commercial flights.
But things weren’t exactly normal this time. Not with her sitting next to me. Something about this particular female completely fascinated me. I felt like she’d curled those elegant fingers around my balls the second I’d found my seat, and now she refused to let go.
I wanted to know more about her.
And hell, yes, I wanted to know what kind of idiots she’d dated who had been unable to satisfy her.
No orgasm? Ever? Not once?
My cock had immediately stood up for the challenge. Literally.
It didn’t seem to matter that she’d just professed not to like me.
In fact, her attempt to dissuade me had completely backfired.
There were very few people in the world who would actually call out Damian Lancaster for anything, and I was discovering that I actually…liked it.
I wanted to know how she was connected to Lancaster International. It was my company, after all.
Granted, her sex life