“Are we boring you with this national security stuff?” Amit demanded, turning away from the generals to glare at Tarin.
Tarin laughed. “Nah. I’m utterly fascinated.” He turned to the general. “Please proceed. I’m completely enraptured.”
The generals shared in the laugh, knowing that their information was dry. “I think we’re about finished for now,” he replied.
Even Gaelen smiled, although he tried to appear stern while in Amit’s presence. Chronologically, their oldest brother might be only a few years older, but Amit was an old man at heart. He loved spending time with his family, had never really gone out and sowed his wild oats. He was a home body who worked intensely during the day, only to escape to his family’s private quarters to play with his small kids, then pick up his sketch pads or paintbrush and free his mind as he captured his children or wife’s smiles on paper and canvas.
Slowly, everyone stood up from the conference room table, but Tarin was aware that no one seemed to be in a hurry to leave. So, instead of sprinting out the door in order to go find Rachel, he waited around, chatting and joking with the others.
“I have to get back to work,” he finally muttered to someone, he wasn’t really sure who. With that announcement, he turned and walked out, eager to see Rachel’s huge, green eyes and quirky smile. Yeah, he had it bad, he thought as he headed down the long hallway.
Rachel watched the instructional video carefully. She nodded along, shifting in small half movements, locking the next steps into her memory.
“Right!” she muttered, then stepped into position. Arms up. Chin up. “And…one, two, three, four. One, two, three, four.” Her mind focused on keeping her left elbow high, her right arm straight and tight. “No spaghetti arms!” she reminded herself. “One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four.”
The music swelled from her computer and she glanced over her shoulder at the video that was playing. “And turn!” the man in the video called out.
“Turn?” she muttered, glaring over her shoulder at the laptop. “Turn how? And where am I supposed to turn?”
“Definitely avoid the other people,” a deep voice offered from the doorway. “And avoid the furniture too.”
Rachel jumped about a foot in the air and swung around, finding Tarin leaning in the doorway.
For a long moment, Rachel stood there, her hand to her heart as she looked at the enormous man lounging in the doorway. Finally, she pulled herself together. “How long have you been standing there?” she demanded, struggling to regain her balance, and folding her hands nervously in front of her. The music on the video increased and the man called out, “Remember your…!” He didn’t get a chance to finish since Rachel slapped her laptop closed. She struggled to appear professional even though she knew that Tarin had probably heard and seen everything. Good grief!
“Long enough,” he replied and pushed away from the doorway to step into her office. “Are you learning how to dance?”
“Yes. I just…”
“From a video?”
Rachel sighed, her shoulders drooping slightly. But she rallied quickly, pulling herself back and looking Tarin straight in the eye! “Yes. I try to improve myself in various ways and…well, dancing is something I’ve always wanted to learn.”
“Did you ever take dance classes when you were a kid?” he asked, moving closer.
From this distance, he was so close, she could see the golden flecks in his hazel eyes. Fascinating!
“Rachel?” he prompted.
Rachel jerked slightly, pulling her eyes away from his. “Um…yes. I begged my mother to let me take ballet lessons.” She smiled crookedly, lifting one shoulder. “She finally signed me up for classes but…apparently, she thought I was too klutzy and looked ridiculous trying the various steps, so my mother only allowed me to take a few classes.”
Tarin cocked a dark brow. “Klutzy? I doubt it.”
She grimaced. “I don’t see how you can. I’m always tripping over things.” Only when you’re around, she finished mentally.
He shrugged a shoulder, dismissing her assertion. “I bet you’re a beautiful dancer, Rachel,” he said, his voice dropping just enough to make her shiver.
She looked up at him, saw the soft look in his eyes and something melted inside of her. “Yes. Well, dancing has always been a dream of mine. But…,” she licked her lips, thinking she should move back, put some space between their bodies. Instead, she stood still, transfixed. “I’ll figure it out.” She turned and picked up a file folder from a stack on her desk. “Here are the proposals you asked for. Plus, I did a bit of research and added a couple more architectural firms that you might want to consider. I evaluated your criteria from the previous list and compared that criteria to some other firms. Any that matched, I pulled up information for your review and included details in this file,” she explained, handing him another file. “I hope you don’t mind.”
He flipped open the second file and skimmed through the pages. “This is great work, Rachel. Thank you for doing this.”
“You have another meeting with the Water Board in five minutes,” she explained.
He sighed, closing the file folder. “Right. Back to the boring stuff, huh?”
She tried to hide her smile, but he was just so irreverent! “I guess so, Your…” Rachel stopped when she saw the warning in his hazel gaze. Shifting her feet, she glared up at him, although she was unaware of her expression. “I can’t call you by you first name,” she declared. “It’s disrespectful and inappropriate.”
He grinned. “Ah, but don’t you love living on the wild side?” He put the files down on her desk, then leaned his fists against it. “Come on. Try it. I dare you! Say my name, just once. I bet it would feel liberating!”
Rachel rolled her eyes, fighting back a laugh at his teasing. Carefully, she folded her hands in front of her. “You’re going to get me fired.”
He laughed. “No way. You’re too valuable. I can’t fire you.”
Her lips quirked slightly, but she quickly shook her head, unaware of the prim, librarian-like way she was standing. Pushing her glasses higher onto her nose, she shook her head. “I’m not using your first name,” she told him firmly.
His eyes sparkled with mischief. “I’ll fire you if you don’t,” he returned.
She rolled her eyes, adding a bit of a huff for emphasis. “You just said I was too valuable to fire. Now, you’re threatening to fire me if I don’t follow your completely inappropriate order?”
Another shrug of that deliciously muscular shoulder and she had to press her lips together to stop herself from laughing out loud.
“I’m fickle. So sue me. But you’ll have to use my first name in court.”
She crossed her arms over her stomach. “Your Highness, has anyone ever told you that you’re a horrible man?”
He chuckled, straightened to his full height and grabbed the files again. “All the time.” He turned around. “I’ll be in this meeting for about an hour. Would you mind sticking around so that we can discuss these firms over dinner tonight?”