Seduced The Unexpected Virgin - By Emily McKay Page 0,15
She sighed, massaging the tension in her forehead with her fingers. “That must be what happened. Emma wouldn’t have purposefully left it out.”
Emma put her heart and soul into her charity work. Which was why making sure Hannah’s Hope flourished was so important. Ana couldn’t bear to let Emma down. And knowing what she knew now, she didn’t want to let Ward down, either. If he wasn’t going to immediately kick her sorry butt to the curb, if he was going to give her another chance, she was going to grab it with both hands and never let it go.
Full of renewed resolve, she straightened. “Okay, Mr. Nonprofit Incubator, you’re the expert. Where do we go from here?”
Four
Ana’s question hung in the air between them. Where do we go from here?
He could think of about a dozen places they could go. Dinner. Some cozy restaurant where he could ply her with food and wine. Down to the beach where he could coax her into kicking off her shoes to walk with him on the sand. Where he could free her hair from that maddening knot she’d worn it in and bury his nose in the skin at the nape of her neck. Breathe in that intoxicating cinnamon scent.
Hey, he had a lot of suggestions. None of them were the least bit appropriate. Not for a woman he worked with.
So he buried his gut-level reaction and gave her the answer she really needed. “We go to Charleston.”
She blinked in surprise. “Come again?”
Ward nearly laughed at the sheer disbelief on Ana’s face. “Charleston,” he repeated.
“The city?”
“Yes, the city. I certainly wasn’t planning on taking you dancing.” A look of confusion flickered across her face and he added, “I have horrible rhythm.”
She narrowed her gaze, clearly unsure how to take his words. “Somehow I doubt that.”
“Honest to God. I can’t dance to save my life.”
She just shook her head, obviously deciding to ignore his teasing. “What’s in Charleston?”
“The Cara Miller Foundation headquarters. Once you see the kinds of things we do there—”
She didn’t let him finish but cut him off. “Are you insane?”
Again, she didn’t give him a chance to answer, and he let her talk, her impassioned words pouring out in a stream. “I admit that the street fair is a good idea, but between that and my normal work, I can’t possibly jaunt off to Charleston on a whim. Even if we had the money in our budget for such a trip—which we don’t—I can’t take the time away from work.”
Frankly, it impressed the hell out of him that she had the confidence to rant at him. Most people didn’t. She seemed to have the unique ability to forget that he was a superstar.
“This isn’t time away from work,” he pointed out. “I’m not suggesting you come to Charleston to go sightseeing. It’ll be a working trip. You can meet our lawyers and accountants. People who can make the work you’re struggling with here go twice as fast. Two, three days max. If we leave Sunday night I’ll have you back in San Diego in plenty of time to get ready for Chase and Emma’s wedding next weekend.”
She seemed to consider it for a moment. Then firmly shook her head. “I just don’t see how I could justify—”
He took that as a yes. She kept on talking as he pulled out his iPhone and dialed his assistant. He was midway through the conversation before she even noticed he wasn’t listening. She came to stand directly in front of him, hands propped on her hips, gaze narrowed in annoyance.
“Hang on, Jess,” he said into the phone before he lowered it. He cocked an eyebrow at her in silent question.
“Did I just hear you say ‘first class’?”
“It’s a long flight. At night. You really don’t want to fly coach.”
“I don’t want?” she repeated. “I don’t want to go at all.”
“I know that. But you’re going to have to trust me. The trip will be worth it.”
Before he could explain more, Jess started talking again and Ward turned his attention to him. He was listening to Jess’s reply as he felt a tap-tap-tap on his biceps. He glanced over to see Ana frowning at him, arms crossed over her chest.
Into the phone he said, “Call me back with the details on the flight. Thanks.”
As he slipped the phone back into his front shirt pocket, her scowl deepened.
“I can’t just run off to Charleston for the weekend.”
“Of course you can.”
“No. I can’t. In addition to