A Clandestine Corporate Affair

chapter Nine

Despite the music and the dancing, and the delicious margaritas, not to mention the men who had asked her to dance, Ana just couldn’t seem to relax. All she could think about was Nathan and Max, and how she would much rather be at home with them than in this flashy, overrated meat market. But the flack she would get from Beth if she caught a cab home early wasn’t worth the trouble.

What had happened to the carefree party girl? The one who would crawl out of her skin at the thought of a night at home? The one who had always been in motion, always in high gear and looking forward to the next adventure. Had motherhood really changed her so much? Or had it been Nathan? Back when they had first begun dating, she suddenly became not so opposed to the idea of settling down.

“So I guess tonight wasn’t such a hot idea,” Beth said on the way home.

Was she really that transparent? Beth sounded so disappointed, Ana was overwhelmed with guilt. “I’m sorry. I guess I just miss Max.”

“We’ve been out lots of times since you had Max and missing him never stopped you from having a good time.” She glanced over at Ana. “When a drop-dead gorgeous man asks you to dance and you barely give him a passing glance, I’m guessing it has more to do with Max’s babysitter.”

“I slept with Nathan.” She hadn’t even meant to tell her. She just sort of blurted it out.

Beth winced. “Okay. I guess I saw this coming.”

“It’s not going to happen again.”

Beth shot her a look. “Of course it isn’t.”

“I mean it. We both agreed that it was just something we needed to get out of our systems, and now it’s over.”

“That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. Get him out of your system? With sex? You love the guy. Sleeping with him is just going to make you want him more.”

“Unfortunately I didn’t figure that out until after I slept with him. It wouldn’t be half as humiliating if I hadn’t been the one doing the seducing. Why do I keep doing this to myself?”

Beth reached over and squeezed her hand. “I’m sorry, sweetie. Guys are scum.”

“He’s actually not. That’s the really awful part. He’s a great guy. A good man. He’s just not the man for me.”

Beth pulled up in front of her condo. “But you definitely aren’t going to sleep with him again. Right?”

“Definitely not.” Especially if that meant making the first move again. She had degraded herself enough.

“You want me to come in with you and stay until he leaves? Just in case?”

“It’s after midnight. You should get home.” She grabbed her purse from the floor where it had dropped. “Besides, I think I learned my lesson.”

Beth kissed her cheek. “Love you. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

Ana got out of the car, waving as Beth drove away, then she made her way, a bit unsteadily, to the front door. What a lightweight she’d turned out to be. In her party days she could single-handedly drain an entire pitcher of drinks and still ace a sobriety test. Tonight she’d had three margaritas and she could barely walk a straight line.

She unlocked the door and stepped inside, surprised that all the lights were off. So was the television. From the glow of the fire she could make out Nathan’s form lying on the couch. He had looked beat when he got there. He must have fallen asleep.

She wobbled on her spike heels, so she tugged off her boots and crossed the room to wake him. But as she got closer she realized it wasn’t just Nathan there. Max lay curled up on his chest, head tucked under Nathan’s chin, sound asleep. One of Nathan’s arms was flung over his head, and the other was wrapped protectively around his son. Sudden tears welled in her eyes, and a lump the size of the entire state of Texas plugged up her throat.

It was, hands down, the sweetest thing she had ever seen in her life.

She sat on the edge of the couch and stroked her son’s soft little cheek. He was out cold, and so was Nathan. She rubbed Nathan’s arm to wake him.

His eyes fluttered open and he gazed drowsily up at her. “Hey, what time is it?”

“A little after midnight. I take it Max couldn’t sleep.”

Nathan rubbed Max’s back. “He woke up around ten,” he said softly. “I think he was upset that you weren’t here. He wouldn’t go back to sleep, so I brought him out here with me. I guess we both fell asleep.”

“I hope he wasn’t too much trouble.”

“Not at all. Did you have a good time?”

“Yeah, it was great,” she lied. “It’s always nice spending an evening with the girls.”

“I guess I should get him into bed.”

Ana rose from the couch. “You want me to take him?”

“I’ve got it.” He pushed himself gently up from the couch, cradling Max against his chest.

Ana followed them into Max’s bedroom and watched as he laid Max in bed and covered him. Max was so dead to the world he didn’t even stir. She tucked the blankets around him and smoothed his hair back from his forehead. “Good night, sweetheart. Pleasant dreams.”

They stepped out of his room and she shut the door, then they walked to the living room. “Thanks for watching him.”

“It was no problem at all.”

“So, everything went okay? Besides him waking up, that is.”

“Yeah. We had fun.” He looked at his watch. “I should get home. You have an early morning.”

She wanted to invite him to stay. Offer him a drink, maybe throw herself in his arms and beg him to make love to her.

All the more reason to let him leave.

“I really do need to get to bed,” she said, and to herself added, alone.

They walked to the foyer. “Maybe I could come by tomorrow afternoon to see Max,” Nathan said. “We could get dinner.”

Seeing him two days in a row was a bad idea, but she heard herself say, “Sure. We should be back from my dad’s place around one.”

“I’ll call you then.” He pulled on his coat, turned, and with his hand on the doorknob, he just stopped.

She considered saying something snarky, like the door isn’t going to open itself, but only to hide the fact that her heart was suddenly beating out of her chest. She wasn’t even sure why. She just…had a feeling. A feeling that something big was about to happen.

He let his hand fall from the knob and he turned to her. “I don’t want to leave.”

Her heart rose up and lodged in her throat. Tell him he has to. Tell him you have to get to sleep. Don’t tempt fate.

“I was going to make myself a cup of tea,” she told him instead. “Would you like one?”

“I’d love one.”

Nathan stood in the kitchen, watching as Ana put the kettle on to boil, got two mugs down from the cupboard and dropped a tea bag in each one. The truth was, he hated tea. But if choking down a cup meant spending a little while longer with her, it was a sacrifice he was willing to make.

He knew she had to be up early, and if she had told him to leave he would have without question. He had half-expected her to come on to him again. She’d had opportunity. And when she hadn’t, he’d felt almost…slighted. He knew they were supposed to be keeping their relationship platonic, for Max’s sake, but what if that wasn’t enough for him? What if he wanted more?

Which was exactly why he shouldn’t be here. It wasn’t fair to Ana to lead her on this way. The fact that she looked so damned sexy wasn’t helping matters. There wasn’t a single thing about her that he didn’t find arousing and irresistible. He wanted to believe that she’d dressed that way for him, and not some random stranger she had been hoping she might meet. After all, that was how he had met her. They happened to be at the same bar and Beth had introduced them.

That was assuming she had been at a bar tonight. She hadn’t actually said where she was going, just that it was a ladies’ night out. Considering the way she’d been dressed, that seemed the logical conclusion. But this was a woman who had worn spike-heeled boots to a six-year-old’s birthday party. For all he knew she’d been at a Tupperware party tonight.

“So, what did you and Beth do tonight?” he asked, keeping his voice casually conversational.

“We went with a couple of friends to a new hot spot downtown.”

Aka a bar. “How was it?”

She shrugged. “A typical meat market. But the DJ was decent and the drinks weren’t watered down.”

“But you had a good time?”

“It was…fun.”

How fun? he wanted to ask, even though it really wasn’t any of his business. But what if she had met someone else? Could that be the reason she was giving him the cold shoulder? If that was the case, it sure hadn’t taken her long to move on, had it?

The kettle started to boil, so she poured water into the cups. “What do you take in your tea?”

“Sugar.” Or for all he knew she could have been seeing someone else this entire time. The fact that she hadn’t slept with the guy didn’t mean she wasn’t planning on it. Maybe she was just taking it slow because of Max.

Or maybe he was letting his imagination get away from him. He’d seen no hint of any man in her life—no one besides Max, that is.

“So, you go out to bars often?” he asked.

She set his cup, as well as the sugar bowl and a spoon, on the counter for him. “Not lately, but I’m thinking it’s about time I get back into the game.”

“Which game is that?”

“Dating.”

Was she telling him this to piss him off, or make him jealous? Or was she really that clueless to the feelings he had for her? Was she taking this friendship thing a step too far? Confiding things he really didn’t want to hear?

“You think going to bars is a good place to meet men?” he asked. If she heard the snip in his tone, she chose to ignore it.

She shrugged and said, “I suppose not. I met you at a place like that, and look where it got me.”

She sure knew how to hit below the belt. Way below the belt.

“Not that I would go back and change things even if I could,” she added. “Max is the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“It’s just me you wish you could remove from the equation,” he said.

“That’s not what I meant. My point is, men don’t go to bars looking for long-lasting monogamous relationships. All I have to do is mention I have a son and they practically run screaming in the opposite direction.” She palmed her cup. “Then of course there are the men who would pretend to be Max’s best buddy if it meant getting their hands on my trust fund. For a woman in my position, it’s hard to know who to trust.”

“Maybe until Max gets a little older, it would be better if you just concentrated on taking care of him.”

She laughed, but it came out cold and bitter. “That’s really easy for you to say.”

“How do you figure? Why would you assume it’s any easier for me?”

Clearly he’d hit a nerve. She glared up at him. “You can do whatever you want, when you want, and be with whomever you please. With a baby to care for 24/7, I don’t have that luxury.”

He took a step closer. “For the record, there’s only one woman I want to be with. But she thinks it would be too complicated.”

Her eyes widened slightly and she turned toward the window, gazing out into the darkness. “Please don’t say things like that.”

He stepped up behind her, could feel her shoulders tense as he laid his hands on them. “Why not?”

“Because you know I can’t.”

And he couldn’t stand the idea of her being with anyone but him. He slid his hands down her arms, then back up again. “You don’t want me anymore?”

He knew she did, and maybe it was selfish of him, but he wanted to hear her say it. And maybe…maybe this time things could be different. He couldn’t even recall the last time he’d let his temper get the best of him. Maybe he’d really changed.

“I do want you,” she said softly. “Too much. But I know you’ll just hurt me again.”

“So, you’re finally willing to admit that I actually did hurt you. That’s a start.”

“I think you should leave.”

“I don’t want to.” He eased her hair aside, pressed his lips to the side of her neck. She moaned softly and leaned back, her body molding against his.

“I can’t sleep with you, Nathan.”

He eased her sweater aside and kissed her shoulder. He could feel her melting, giving in. “Who said anything about sleeping?”

“Please don’t do this,” she said, but he could tell she was losing her will to fight him.

“What if things could be different this time? What if I’m different?”

She went very still in his arms, and he knew he’d gotten her attention. “What are you saying, Nathan?”

He turned her so that she was facing him. “I want to be with you, Ana. With you and Max.”

She looked confused, and terrified. And hopeful. “You’re not just saying that to get me into bed, are you?”

“Does that really sound like something I would do?”

She shook her head. “No. But what about work? Your career.”

Good question. “We would have to keep our relationship secret for a while. At least until I’m offered the CEO position. Once I’m under contract, they’ll have a tough time getting rid of me. Besides, it won’t take them long to realize that when it comes to work, my loyalty is to them.”

“How long?”

“Adam is resigning in early spring at the latest. He plans to be gone before their baby is born. I’m assuming the new CEO will be announced at least a month prior.”

“So, we’re talking another three or four months of sneaking around?”

“Worst case, yes. But it could be sooner.” He touched her cheek, smoothed back the fiery strands resting there. “After that, I don’t care who knows.”

She still looked wary, so he pulled out the big guns. “I think we owe it to Max to at least give it a try, Ana. Don’t you?”

Whatever fight she’d had left in her, whatever doubts she still harbored, dissolved in front of his eyes. “I guess if we’re doing it for Max…,” she said, sliding her arms up around his neck. “As long as you promise not to hurt me again.”

“I promise,” he said. As he kissed her, lifted her off her feet and carried her to her bedroom, it was a promise he intended on keeping.