Gavin laughed. “You’ve made a ton of money off Mick, off me and the other guys. I don’t think you’re hurting.”
“Fine.” She set her wineglass down and stood, moving toward the railing to stare out over the ocean. “You can believe whatever you want to, since you’ve already made up your mind. And if you’re going to fire me, then get it over with so I can get out of here.”
Gavin stood and came over to her. “You think I brought you here to fire you?”
She faced him. “Didn’t you?”
This whole “vulnerable Elizabeth” thing was a new side to her he’d never seen before.
Maybe it wasn’t an act after all. He’d been convinced Elizabeth wasn’t capable of actual emotions.
It would appear she was capable of hurting, and he didn’t know what the hell to do about that.
Moonlight danced across her hair, making her look like a goddess lit by silver fire. For the second time tonight Gavin realized that Elizabeth was a beautiful, desirable woman. He’d always thought of her as a vicious shark, which was a great place to file her in his head because she was the business side of his life. Oh sure, she was always great to look at, and he had to admit he’d admired her body more than a few times, but he’d never thought of her as someone who had ... feelings or emotions.
But as the light played with her eyes, he thought he saw tears welling up in them. And something else lit up her eyes when she looked at him, something he’d seen in many women’s eyes before.
Desire. Need. Hunger.
Couldn’t be. Liz was cold. He’d seen her drive a three-hundred-pound lineman into the ground with her sharp tongue, take a cold-hearted team owner by the tie and squeeze millions from him without so much as blinking. Liz was ruthless and had no soul. She would cut your heart out before she ever showed you she was vulnerable.
He’d seen what she’d done to Tara and her son, Nathan, and how she hadn’t once thought about how it would affect them. She’d wanted to cut them out of Mick’s life. Emotion and how they felt hadn’t entered the picture. They were an inconvenience and needed to be removed.
Whatever act she was putting on for him now was just that—an act, a way to gain his sympathy or distract him so he wouldn’t toss her out on her ass. Losing clients was bad for business. And Liz was all about business, all the time. As far as he knew, she didn’t have a personal life. She ate, breathed, and slept business twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.
So yeah, Elizabeth vulnerable? That was a freakin’ laugh. Those tears were manufactured and he wasn’t buying it. And the idea of her wanting him? No way. She’d usually been straightforward with him, so he didn’t understand what game she was trying to play.
“Liz, what are you doing?”
She frowned. “Excuse me?”
“What are you trying to do here?”
She rolled her eyes. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Gavin. You brought me here, remember?”
She drained her glass of wine and held it out to him. “Either get on with the reason why you brought me here, or refill my glass. You’re making me crazy.”
Ditto. He grabbed her glass and took it into the kitchen, finishing his beer along the way.
When he came back outside he found she’d kicked off her shoes and taken off her jacket. Wind whipped strands of perfect hair loose. They flew in the breeze, wild and untamed.
He’d like to see Liz wild and untamed, but he’d bet she gave orders in bed, too.
He never thought about Elizabeth and sex in the same sentence, preferred to keep the two topics separate.
So why now? Was it the look she’d given him earlier?
Dammit. He didn’t want to think of her that way.
She shivered and rubbed her arms.
“Want your jacket?
“No. I’m just cold by nature.”
He could make a remark about that, but decided to let it slide. He handed her the wine and poured himself a whiskey from the bottle he’d brought outside with him. Beer just wasn’t cutting it.
It was time to get down to business and tell her why he’d brought her out here tonight.
“I screwed up with Mick,” she said, staring at the water, not looking at him. “I thought I could control him, that I knew what was best for him. Turns out I had no idea. I wasn’t listening to him when he told me he wanted Tara. I thought it was a fling. But he was in love with her and I didn’t want him to be in love with her.”
This was new. Liz opening up to him? They talked business, and sometimes had a few drinks and laughs when they were together, but mostly talked sports. Nothing personal. Ever.
“Why didn’t you want him to be in love with her?”
“Because if he was, things would change.”
“What things?”
“Mick was so easygoing. I could fix him up with an actress or model for promo and he’d go along with whatever I suggested. His face was on the cover of so many magazines, his name was everywhere. I made him famous.”