fixed. “Of course, you can take pictures, but only in certain spots.”
She arched a well-shaped eyebrow that wasn’t fake. “Why only in certain areas?”
“We can’t give away our process. It’s a secret.” He winked.
He watched her closely for signs of discomfort – or any reaction at all – from the wink he’d given her, but she showed no signs of enjoying it. None at all.
He wasn’t used to this. Women liked him. Women enjoyed the way he flirted. So, why wasn’t she acting that way?
Surprisingly, he’d met the first woman who was immune to his charm. He wasn’t sure if he liked that.
They all stood and moved away from the table at the same time. He stepped ahead of them to open the conference room door. Joslyn slinked past him, giving him the eye of interest that he was used to seeing. When Morgan walked past him, however, she acted like it was no big deal to have her shoulder brush against his chest.
Strangely, though, he was the one affected. When her gaze met his briefly, he enjoyed the color of her eyes and how it had captured him so quickly. And her scent... He breathed deeply. She smelled like roses. He couldn’t remember her smelling like that the other night at the casino. Then again, drunken Angie’s scent had somehow attached to him, which was one of the reasons he had to shower before going to sleep that night.
He led them into the mixing room. He allowed Morgan to take a few pictures of the huge machines that constantly churned. He explained the purpose of each machine, and how often it was used.
“Thomas?” Joslyn asked, her voice lifted because of the loud machines. “What is your favorite wine?”
“I enjoy them all.” Thomas gave her a smile before looking back at Morgan who hung back as she clicked her camera. He wished she would walk closer to him. “The Powers’ wines are best enjoyed with someone special.”
Morgan lowered her camera slightly to look at him. When she gave him the same look that she’d given him at the casino when he first spotted her, he almost chuckled. Instead, he stifled his laugh, mainly because he didn’t want to explain his actions to Joslyn.
As he shared a secret moment with Morgan, he couldn’t stop his gaze from wandering over her tunic-style lavender and black shirt that crisscrossed thick straps across her bosom to give him a slight glimpse of her skin. He also enjoyed the way her black jeans hugged her hips, and her black fashion boots that matched quite well with her attire.
She lifted the camera back to her eye and moved past him to take more pictures. Disappointment swept over him because he wanted to keep looking at her pretty face.
As they moved through each room, he explained the purpose of each machine. Joslyn asked him only a few mindless questions, and Morgan took a few more pictures.
Finally, they walked out toward the vineyard. It was as if Morgan had turned into someone entirely different. Her focus was on each vine, each grape, and then the landscape. The clicking of her camera was more noticeable than the words coming out of Joslyn’s mouth.
“Thomas?” Joslyn asked. “What kind of security do you have to keep intruders out of your fields?”
He snapped out of his daze and tried to concentrate on the reporter instead. “I’m sure you’ve noticed the high fencing all around the land. We have many security cameras on each section, and we have only the top security equipment for our vineyard.”
When the clicking of the camera stopped, he turned and looked toward Morgan. She had lowered the camera and was scoping the land. The expression on her face was one of concern. He received the impression she wanted to say something, and he’d gladly answer any of her questions.
The small wind blew a lock of her black hair over her cheek, and using her finger, she looped the piece of hair over her ear. Her hair looked so silky, Thomas itched to caress it to see what it felt like. She turned and met his stare, but then shook her head and lifted the camera to her eye once again.
“Morgan,” Thomas asked, moving closer to her. “You look as if you have something to say.”
“Um... I do?” Morgan’s gaze shifted between him and her friend.
“Yes.” He smiled. “You know, you can ask me anything. I’m sure even photographers have questions.”
As he waited for her reply, he realized he