Chapter 4 - Photos & Professions

Barron was frustrated by the second. No matter what he said or did, Danielle wasn’t buying any of it. He figured she had a right to be suspicious. They had a volatile past and she didn’t trust him. After Danielle, Barron found it hard to be committed in a relationship, especially with all the work he had to do. His personal life had taken a back seat to his career. And it appeared that Danielle was experiencing the same fate.

“Would you consider forgiving a man who is genuinely apologetic?” he said, approaching her at the bar.

She had her back to him, but managed to crack a slight smile as she took a delicate sip of her drink.

“Sure. I can do that.”

“Thank you. I really want us to be able to get along, Danielle.”

“I agreed, now let’s just leave it that,” she said.

Sure, she could pretend to let the people think she and Barron were cool for business’ sake.

After all, she was going to be the one to get the Tornadoes account.

He put his hand behind her back and led her toward the crowd. “Come on. Let’s go meet the press.”

Danielle winced at the heated touch of his hand. She could only imagine what his touch would do to her if they were ever alone again.

“I promise I’ll be on my best behavior,” Barron said, as they headed toward a group of reporters.

“That should be a task in itself,” Danielle remarked

Barron laughed under his breath.

After brief interviews with the press, Danielle and Barron talked over more drinks. He told her how he had been to France and how miserable he was without having a woman to enjoy Paris with. He had been single since he had briefly dated an aspiring actress back in New York. She ended their courtship suddenly and told him she didn’t think being tied down would be a good career move. Secretly Barron was relieved.

After that ordeal, he focused more on work and the occasional non-committed sex flings. Danielle was somewhat sympathetic. She knew how hard it was to have a successful career and relationship at the same time. The last guy she dated turned out to be engaged to someone else and she was looking to get burned again. She had different views on sex, however. She had been celibate for almost a year.

There was one feeling that they shared: They both loved work. They were doing what they always wanted to do, be two of the most prominent people in advertising. After parting for a few minutes to mingle with the other guests, Barron made sure not to wander to far from Danielle. He watched her like a man in love would watch his woman, careful not to let her slip from view.

Danielle pretended not to notice the fiery eyes staring at her. She found herself thinking about him in ways she knew she shouldn’t. Seeing him again had her tangled in a web of emotions. She thought about their night of lovemaking and how beautiful it was. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She didn’t want to have those thoughts of him, especially after the way he treated her. And no matter how much she wanted to deny it, she was still attracted to him.

Barron was thanking his guests as everyone prepared to leave. When he saw Danielle slip out of the door, he excused himself to go and find her. By the time he got to the valet, she was already slipping behind the wheel of her car.

“Danielle!”

She didn’t hear him and pulled off into the night. So much for more of her time. He shoved his hands in his pockets then started back inside. The chirp of a text message on his phone caused him to pause for a moment. He pulled his phone out and looked at the screen. There was a message from Danielle: Just because I have forgiven you, doesn’t mean I’m letting my guard down.

Barron smiled devilishly, smoothing his goatee. At least she was thinking of him. Now all he had to convince her to do it every day of her life.

***

“Mr. Washington, I assure you, we’re going to make sure we do everything in our power to project a positive image to the Tornadoes fans. We’re exhausting a lot of resources to make that possible,” Danielle said, via speakerphone.

Evan Washington, owner of Dallas Tornadoes was a young charismatic computer genius who’d purchased the troublesome team a few months ago. A billionaire with money to spare, he wanted to renew the city’s faith in the once cumbersome squad. Danielle admired him because he had been consistent in hiring qualified minorities within his organization to help get the team to where they needed to be. He wasn’t afraid to defy the corporate goons and their old boys network antics.

“I want this to work,” Evan said. “You are my first choice for this account Danielle, but you know the board wants to look at other people as well.”

“I know. And I promise you, Mr. Washington, we’ll do whatever it takes to give your organization what it needs. You won’t need anyone else.”

“Good because I really like your work.” He paused for a moment and continued, “You know S&J has Barron Weston now, and we both know how good he is.”

Danielle forced a smile. “Yes, but I’m much better. And when you see our presentation, you’ll think so too.”

“I’m a fair man. But business is business. “The best campaign will get my vote and my money.”

“I understand. And I’m looking forward to showing you our presentation.”

“And I’m looking forward to seeing it. Thanks for the call.”

“You’re very welcome,” Mr. Washington.

“Oh, and by the way,” he said. “It’s good PR to have your picture taken with a business rival. It draws attention to you.”

Danielle didn’t understand. “My picture?”

“Yeah, you made the lifestyle section with Barron Weston in today’s paper. I gotta run, talk to ya later.”

Danielle rushed to Yolanda’s office to see if she had the paper. She had. She was looking at the front desk with the firm’s receptionist, Bridgett. They both looked up at her.

“Girl, you have to see this,” Yolanda said.

Danielle sighed. “Please say it isn’t so.”

“Wish we could, cain’t,” Yolanda said.

“Damn.”

Bridgett showed Danielle the paper. “You and Mr. Weston make a cute couple.”

Danielle looked at the paper reluctantly. Clear as day, there was picture of she and Barron embracing at the Martini Bar. It was a candid shot, with both of them gazing intently into each other’s eyes. Danielle couldn’t believe it. She even had the nerve to look happy. The text beneath the picture read: Cozy Rivals. Dallas advertising executives Barron Weston and Danielle Mitchell make nice at reception.

“Why would they print this? This is so bad. Soooo bad. Damn it.”

Just then, the firm’s main phone line rang. Bridgett answered it. “Thank you for calling FAT Ads & PR, this is Bridgett.” Her eyes met Danielle’s. “Just a moment, Mr. Weston. Let me see if she’s available.”

Danielle started nodding her head no. She wasn’t in the mood to deal with Barron. “I don’t want to talk to him.”

Bridgett pressed the hold button and asked, “Are you sure? He sounds really nice.”

“He always sounds nice…Why won’t this man leave me alone?” she said, throwing her head back. “Be professional, be professional,” she muttered.

“I’m sure he has his reasons,” Bridgett said waiting on her answer.

Danielle rolled her eyes at Bridgett. “Put him on speaker.”

“Are you sure?” Bridgett asked.

“Yes, do it.”

Yolanda’s eyes widened. “Are you sure you want to talk to him on the speaker phone?”

“I don’t have anything to hide.” She turned to Bridgett. “Put him through.”

Reluctantly, Bridgett did as she was told. “Mr. Weston?”

“Yes?”

“Miss Mitchell is available. Go ahead.” Bridgett left Danielle and Yolanda alone.

Barron cleared his throat. “Good morning, Miss Mitchell. How are you?”

“Fine, Mr. Weston. And you?”

“I’m great. Have you seen the paper?” he asked.

Danielle could only imagine the smile on his face. “Yes, I have.”

Barron continued, “And what do you think?”

“About what?”

“Our picture…Do you like it?” His voice was deep and inviting.

“No, I don’t. And as soon as I find the photographer who took it, I’ll have his job.”

“Oh, come on now, Danielle. It’s a nice picture. And I must admit we do look good together. The people in Dallas are going to have quite a time figuring us out.”

“They won’t have that much trouble,” she said rubbing her index finger across her chin. “You know, Barron. If I didn’t know better, I would think you were trying to set me up and get me in an incorrigible position.”

“Believe me, if I get you in an incorrigible position, it will give you more pleasure than anything else.”

She could see his sinister grin through the phone as she yanked the receiver. “What do you want, Barron?”

“You.”

“Try again. I can’t get involved with you.”

“Can’t or won’t.” His voice was low and enchanting. “And we’re already involved.”

“I told you, I’m not interested in anything with you, Barron,” she said, unconvincingly. “If we have to deal with each other, it needs to be strictly business.”

“Business went out the window twelve years ago, Danielle when we were on that beach.”

Her long spell of silence gave him just what he wanted—satisfaction. Her tough girl act was just that. “I’m not going to have this conversation with you now,” she said in a low voice.

“Well when can we talk?”

“Never,” she said, slamming the phone down. “Damn he makes me sick! I’m gonna kill that photographer!”

Yolanda rested her hand on Danielle’s shoulder. “What good would it do? You’re in the man’s arm all over the city. And really Dee, it’s not that bad. There are worse things than having a photo of you and a handsome man you despise printed in the newspaper,” she winked.

“Oh yeah, like what?”

Yolanda came close to Danielle’s ear and whispered. “You could actually be with him again…making love, getting multiple orgasms between satin sheets . . . having him sweating all on top of you. But that’s just one of the things that could happen.”

Danielle couldn’t help but laugh. “You are so silly—and nasty might I add.”

“You know that’s right. Get over it, girl,” Yolanda said, checking her watch. “You know you want some more of Barron Weston.”

“Whatever,” Danielle said, walking off.

Danielle locked herself in her office to have lunch and a moment of solitude. She stared at the picture of her and Barron while eating her turkey sandwich and vegetable soup. Yes, it was a nice picture. And yes, they did look good together. But the idea of anyone thinking they were an item was unsettling and the picture had “couple” written all over it. She didn’t want to be the center of attention under these circumstances or the subject of gossip. The last thing she needed in her career was for people to think she was sleeping with a colleague. The whole town would start to assume things, and that wasn’t good for a woman in her position. Danielle liked to keep her affairs private. And having a man like Barron Weston in her life wouldn’t let things stay that way.

***

“Mr. Weston, I got the extra copies of the paper you wanted,” his assistant, Jody said as she came into his office.

Barron swung around from his computer. “Thanks. Just put them on my desk please.”

“Are you ordering in for lunch or going out?” Jody asked.

“I think I’ll stay in. I have some calls to make. Can you pick me up something from the deli downstairs?”

“Sure, what would you like?” Jody picked up a pen and Post-It from his desk.

“A turkey sandwich on sourdough with provolone, and a bowl of soup, something filling.”

“Is vegetable okay?”

“Yes, that’s fine. If they don’t have that, get clam chowder. Hold all my calls, unless one of them is from Danielle Mitchell.”

Jody snickered. “You think she’ll call? You said she sounded pretty upset this morning.”

“She did. But she’ll come around. We’ll be friends sooner or later.”

“Are you still going to try and find out what ideas she has for the Tornadoes campaign? I think Mr. Simmons wanted you to.”

Barron’s text alert rang. “That’ll be all, Jody.”

She nodded and smiled. “Okay, I’ll be back with your food shortly.”

Jody left him alone. Barron read the message that appeared on his screen. It was from Evan Washington’s assistant. He called her back immediately.

“Evan Washington’s office,” his assistant answered.

“Hi, Cynthia. This is Barron Weston.”

“Oh, yes Mr. Weston. Mr. Washington wanted me to confirm your appointment with him on Thursday. It’s set for nine o’clock.”

“Yes, that’s fine.”

“Great. I’ll let him know.”

“Thanks, Cynthia.”

“You’re welcome. Oh, and I saw your picture in the paper with Danielle Mitchell. Are you two seeing each other?”

Barron was surprised by her directness. “Uh, no we’re not seeing each other.” Not yet. “Miss Mitchell and I go way back.” He pondered the thought of asking Cynthia why she wanted to know.

“Really? Well you two may be bumping heads. She’s trying to get the Tornadoes account too.”

“I know. Several other agencies are.”

“Makes for some interesting conversation, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Cynthia, I guess it does. Tell Mr. Washington I said hello.”

“Okay.”

Damn. Barron hadn’t expected people to take an interest in him and Danielle because of a picture. He was sure now that was the reason why she’d been so short with him this morning. She was always a private person and he was sure she hadn’t changed much. But what he could he do about it? He didn’t ask that the photograph be put there. He was just as surprised as she was. She probably thought it was his idea to begin with. He wanted to set the record straight. He called her office.

“Miss Mitchell isn’t taking any calls, Mr. Weston. Would you like to leave a message?” Clarice asked.

“No. I really need to speak with her.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Weston, I can’t put you through. She asked me to hold all her calls.”

“Do you know if she’s still upset about our photograph in the paper?”

“I’m not sure. You’ll have to ask her. I’ll tell her you called. Okay?”

There was nothing else he could do. “Okay,” he sighed. “Just tell her it’s important.”

“I will. Goodbye, Mr. Weston.”

“Bye.”

By five o’clock Barron still hadn’t heard from Danielle. As he got ready to leave he thought about the Tornadoes advertising campaign. He hadn’t spent much time on it today because he was preoccupied with other things, namely Danielle. He stared at the file on his desk. I guess I’ll have to take this home. He could usually get more work done at home anyway. He removed his memory stick from his computer and slid it in his briefcase.

Downstairs he waited for the valet to bring his car. He stared off into the distance as the rain began to fall. If he hurried he could make it before it started pouring. The valet arrived a few moments later in Barron’s platinum SL500 coupe.

“Thanks, man,” he said handing him a few dollars. He got inside and shut the door just as the rain started to pour.

Barron left downtown headed for the north side, wondering if he’d made a mistake coming to Dallas. He had only been here a week and he had already made the news. Sure, he wanted to be in the public eye, but not as the subject of gossip. He wanted his reputation to precede him in a more positive manner. He had secured some pretty big accounts for the his firm back in Los Angeles, and had every intention of doing the same thing in Dallas.

He left Los Angeles because he was tired of being in a big city full of empty souls. He enjoyed the south much better. Besides, he’d done all he set out to do there. And he was ready to settle down. His prospects were limited in Los Angeles. Most of the women he came across weren’t challenging enough. They couldn’t hold a conversation unless it revolved around clothes, music or make-up. And they were always asking him to buy them something. He had dated more than his fair share of beautiful women. But they didn’t fill the void in his life.

Maneuvering through the Dallas Tollway traffic, he thought of Danielle.

Quaint as a raindrop, and feisty as a flame, she was definitely his kind of woman: intelligent, beautiful and hard working. He respected her as a woman and a colleague. No matter what she faced, she always stood her ground. She never let him get away with anything, and could go round for round with him on any topic. That was the one thing he admired about her when they met. He knew it had to be fate that brought him to Dallas.

His cell phone rang as he changed lanes. “This is Barron.”

“What’s up, B. It’s Rob.”

“What up, dude? Where you at?”

“Atlanta, man. What’s up with you?”

“Shit, just working, dawg. You know I started my new gig.”

“Yeah man. I heard about that. How is it?”

“Not bad, dude. Not bad. I’m just trying to get settled in. I made the paper this morning.”

“Already? No shit?”

“Yeah,” Barron said, nonchalantly.

“That’s tight, dawg. You gotta send me a copy of it.”

“Shoot, if this female doesn’t burn ‘em all.”

“Damn, fool. You in trouble with the ladies already?” Rob asked. “You can’t be going all over the country breakin’ hearts.”

“Naw. This is an old one.”

Rob chuckled. “What, somebody you hit?”

“Something like that. It was a one-night stand that turned into something more. Shoot, she can’t stand my ass now.”

“Damn, maybe you didn’t put it down right.”

They both laughed.

“Chill out dude,” Barron said. “But seriously, it’s a long story, man. One I’d rather not tell right now. She and I are both at the top of our game you know and I don’t wanna screw things up.

“So what, is she your boss now?”

“No. She works for another firm. But we’re competing for the Tornadoes. She’s been here longer and I think I’m stepping on her toes a little.”

“No. She works for another firm. But we’re competing for the Tornadoes. She’s been here longer and I think I’m stepping on her toes a little.”

“So the new guy in town is startin’ trouble. Man, you’re a trip. But forget all that. Is she fine?”

“Whew, man fine as hell. Damn a ten, she’s a fifteen.”

“Oh, well shit. If I were you I’d let her have her way. Or at least let her think she’s gonna have her way. Go on and tap that.”

“Man, I can’t do that.”

“Shoot, I would. You put the wood on her again, she’ll forget about being in competition with you.”

“Naw, dawg, it’s not like that. I like her too much to come at her like that. Besides, Danielle’s not stupid. She didn’t get to the top of her game by being an airhead. She’s a sharp lady.”

“Must be if she’s dissing you,” Rob said, laughing.

“Don’t hate. It doesn’t fit you too well, homie.”

Rob burst into laughter. “Oh, please. Dude, you don’t give damn about no woman. As long as I’ve known you you’ve been a dog—a big dog.”

“Well thanks man, I appreciate the compliment,” Barron replied dryly. “But I’m trying to change.”

Rob was surprised. “Man, this isn’t like you to have feelings for someone. What’s the deal? You getting’ soft on me?”

“No. I’m just tired of the bullshit man—enough about me. “What are you doing in Atlanta?”

“Working. This gig sends me to a new city every three weeks.”

“Damn, man. That’s a lot of traveling.”

“Hell yeah. I’m so sick of living in hotel and eatin’ fast food every day. But hey, I get to bang as many women as I want to and I never have to worry about seeing them again.”

“You better watch it. You might run into one who won’t be rid of so easily. ”

“Man, I ain’t scared of no female. I don’t even tell them my real name.”

“Alright do you. But I said what I had to say. I’m setting down.”

Robert cleared his throat. “It sounds like you got a potential already. What are you gonna do about it?”

Chapter 3 - The Palomino

Well into the evening, the Palomino filled with members of the “in” crowd. There were local news reporters, lawyers, athletes and just about everyone who was anyone in town. It was decorated elegantly with blue and silver balloons, small tables filled with finger food and bartenders serving up every kind of drink imaginable. Danielle made her way through the door, dressed in her navy blue, fitted matte jersey dress and matching heels. Her hair was styled in loose curls that framed her face and shined beneath the dim lights. She came in the door just in time to meet up with Yolanda who met her in the foyer sipping a martini.

“Hey, girl!” Yolanda said cheerfully. “Don’t you look nice?”

“Thank you,” Danielle said modestly.

“Barron is gonna get an eyeful tonight,” Yolanda said with a smirk.

“Yo, I appreciate what you’re trying to do. But please don’t mention his name again.”

Yolanda smiled and whispered, “You know good and hell well you wore that tight ass dress to make that man drool. So don’t try to act all stuck up now.”

“Whatever,” Danielle said, looking around. “Where is everybody?”

“Well,” Yolanda began, “Keith is on his way. Mr. Roberts is talking to Shari Tate, you know that bitch of a news anchor. And the guest of honor is…”

“Making his rounds,” Danielle said, as she spotted Barron walking through the crowd. He looked super sharp in a navy blue suit, a steel gray shirt, and matching tie. There was one thing the man could do well—dress. Damn, she thought. He is fine.

Yolanda licked her tongue across her lips. “Umm…Damn, Danielle. That’s a fine ass man.”

Danielle sighed, “And he knows it too.” She watched him cross the room. “Charming bastard. Look at him,” she said, examining Barron’s square, handsome face. He looked like a finer version of Idris Elba, ruggedly handsome and dangerously smooth. And as always, he was wearing his million-dollar smile.

“Look, you guys match,” Yolanda teased. “How cute.”

“Yeah, how cute,” Danielle said, rolling her eyes. “I need a drink quick if I’m gonna get through this night.” She was still looking at Barron, waiting to catch his eye.

Yolanda caught her staring. “Damn, girl. For someone who claims she doesn’t like the brother that much, you sure haven’t stopped staring.” She sucked her teeth and added, “I know you want a little more of that.”

“Yo, you promised not to bring that up!”

“I did? I lied. No girl, I’m kidding, seriously. I won’t talk about that fine, sexy mofo again…unless you want to.”

Danielle rolled her eyes. “He’s alright. But he does look good in a suit.” Who was she kidding? Barron belonged in a fashion layout of GQ magazine.

Yolanda stared too. “You sure you don’t want to reconsider spending some time with him? He might do you some good, Miss I’m-trying-to-focus-on-my career. All you do is work.”

Danielle couldn’t help but grin. “I told you I can’t stand him. Why do you keep trying to throw me in his arms?”

“Because I know that’s where you want to be,” Yolanda said, cocking her head to the side. “And I’m trying to get you out of my hair. You’re not gonna be my last single girlfriend, you hear me?”

“I hope not. But I’m not desperate.”

“You might not be desperate, but you’re definitely a little horny!”

They laughed. Danielle smacked her lips as she looked at Barron again. Remembering how rude he’d been to her in Miami made her mad all over again. She just couldn’t get over that.

“Don’t let those good looks fool you. Beneath all those expensive, tailored custom clothes or whatever is a conniving, vindictive, man.”

Yolanda nudged her. “Uh, Miss Thing, you better get him quick because he’s your type exactly.”

“He’s not my type. Look at him.” Danielle nodded in Barron’s direction. “Have you ever seen a man so…”

“Fine?” Yolanda added. “Well maybe once.”

“Oh look, there’s Keith,” Danielle said, relieved.

“Hey, ladies,” he said, approaching them. “How are we doing this evening?”

“Hey Keith, you look nice,” Yolanda said.

“Thank you, thank you. And so do you—the both of you. Miss Reed, Miss Mitchell, have you greeted the guest of honor?”

Danielle rolled her eyes for the second time tonight. “No.”

“Why not? Ladies, we have to be cordial. It’s always good to see what the competition is up to.”

Just then, Barron came over. For a moment time seemed to stand still as his eyes floated over Danielle’s body from head to toe. He held her gaze, cracked a gentle smile and looked as if he were seconds away from pulling her into his arms and taking her off in a corner somewhere. His intense eyes made Danielle nervous and she did everything she could to keep a straight face.

“Keith Bates. Long time no see, man,” Barron said, greeting him. “How’ve you been?” They shook hands and gave each other a quick pat on the back.

“I’m good man, can’t complain,” Keith replied. “How about you?”

“Oh I’m good. I see you’re still the man in town,” Barron said, smiling. “Your name keeps popping up everywhere I go.”

Keith laughed. “You know it. I’m a tough act to follow, I run this city. And I’m always ready to make another million.”

“I hear that,” Barron said, glancing in Danielle’s direction.

“Well, man, it’s good to see you again,” Keith said. “I’m gonna go say hello to your boss. We play golf together sometimes. Barron, this is Yolanda Reed, one of our graphic designers. And you already know Danielle Mitchell.”

“Nice to meet you Yolanda.”

“Pleased to meet you Mr. Weston,” Yolanda said.

He shook her hand, “Please, call me Barron. All my friends do.” He then turned his attention to Danielle.

“I certainly will.”

Barron’s gaze quickly resumed its focus on Danielle. “Hello Danielle.”

“Barron,” Keith said. “Yolanda and I are gonna leave you two alone. I’m sure you and Danielle have some catching up to do.”

“We do...I’ll check you in a minute, Keith.” Barron inched closer to Danielle. “I’ve been waiting all night to see you.”

“What for?”

“I missed you.”

Danielle sucked her teeth and laughed. “Yeah, right.”

“Are you still mad at me?”

Danielle looked into his eyes. “Why would I be mad at you, Mr. Weston?”

“Are we being formal now?”

“Yes, I wouldn’t want to confuse you. People might think we’re friends if I start calling you Barron.”

He laughed. “I see you haven’t lost that sense of humor.”

“I’ve lost many things in my life, but my sense of humor isn’t one of them.”

He read the hidden meaning in her eyes but could not find the words to respond. Instead, he tried to soothe the tense moment. “Well you look lovely tonight. You always did have class.”

“Pouring it on a little thick, aren’t you?” she said, unmoved.

“My compliments to you are always sincere.”

Her eyes dazzled as she looked at him. “Well, thank you. You don’t look too bad either,” she said, stepping aside.

“I try. You know what they say, ‘dress for success.’ Those are words to live by.”

“Yes, they are,” Danielle said, looking around the room.

“So how are you?” he asked, moving so that he was standing beside her.

“I’m fine, thank you for asking.”

He lowered his gaze with smoldering brown eyes. “You look fine,” he said softly. “But how are you?”

“If you’re trying to imply something, don’t. I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“Okay, if you say you’re fine, I believe you. Now, do you have a moment to step outside so we talk?”

She nodded as if she were programmed, and they walked to the terrace that offered a view of the street. Danielle leaned against the rail and looked out into the night. They were finally alone again.

Barron reached for her hand. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to be this close to you again?”

“No,” she said, pulling her hand away. “How long?”

“Every night since that night we were together in Miami,” he said, gazing into her eyes.

“You left me on a beach, Barron. So you’re going to have to try a little harder if you expect me to believe you’ve been thinking about me all these years.”

“I have, Danielle. That night has never left my mind. I’ve been in relationships since then and I always found myself comparing other women to you. I don’t know what I was thinking letting you slip away. I haven’t felt the way I feel about you for anyone else.”

“That’s a lie. A good one—but still a lie.”

“I’ve never lied to you Danielle.”

“You had a girlfriend when we met. Then you used me!” she said, pointing at him. “So don’t you dare come here and try to play me negro.”

“I’m not. It was complicated.”

“I don’t give a damn about your complications Barron! You took my virginity and treated me like trash. And then you have the nerve to stand here and tell me I meant something to you? Please, cut it out!”

“It wasn’t even like that. I fell in love with you. Me and my ex were over, it just wasn’t official.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“It means I knew when we met that I wanted to be with you, I just didn't know how.” She didn’t buy the look in his eyes. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I wanted you. You’ve been on my mind for the past twelve years girl!”

She walked away from him. He was having the same effect on her that he had the night they spent together. He walked up behind her.

“I think we’d get along better if we could put the past behind us.” He turned her to face him.

Her heart raced as he stood face to face with her. “Why?” Her lips were trembling.

“I need another chance to make this right.” He took her hand and put it to his chest.

“For what?” she asked, staring into chocolate eyes. "It doesn't even matter anymore."

“I want to be with you, it’s that simple. And I’ll do everything I can to make it happen.”

The cool evening air breezed past Danielle’s face blanketing her skin. She could think of a hundred reasons for wanting to run away from Barron. But she could also think of a hundred more that would make her stay.

Barron broke the silence between them. “I need you.”

“No, you want me,” she whispered.

“Yes, I do. And I know I didn’t leave the best impression on you the last time we were together. But I’m a better man now. I’ve grown up.”

“If I gave a damn Barron, I might let you prove it. But since I don’t, let’s just keep things the way they are.”

“And what way is that?”

“Non-existent.”

He looks at her shaking his head. She is nothing like the woman he met years and years ago.

“We don’t need to go any further than this,” Danielle told him.

He backed her into the rail. “Any further than what?” He took one of her silky strands and wrapped it around his finger.

“Any further than working in the same town. I don’t want a relationship right now, and I certainly don’t want one with you.”

He stared at her with rounded eyes and bent to whisper, “I can change your mind if you let me.”

“I doubt it,” she said, knowing he could change her mind if she let him.

“I know how to tear down those walls…All of them,” he said, quietly.

Danielle tried to keep her heart cold and still but Barron was too much of a match for her. His charm was more than enough to sway her mind and her body was soon to follow. He was a master at the art of seduction and his game was definitely on. No other man had been able to get under her skin the way Barron had. He had a gift.

“I should kiss you right now.”

“But you won’t.”

He was silent for a moment as he evaluated her. “I’ll accept that you say you don't want me, even though I know it’s a lie. But know that if you fight me on this, it will only make me want you more. And if I chase you, eventually you’ll have to submit.”

Danielle noticed a man approaching before she could reply. Thank god.

“Barron Weston.” An elder gentleman approached them extending his hand. “Harvey Peters of Peters & Peters law firm. We talked spoke on the phone this morning.”

Barron smiled, and shook his hand. “Yes, Mr. Peters. It’s nice to finally meet you. Thanks for coming.”

“Sorry to interrupt. I’ve got to get to another event. Keith Bates said you were out here. I just wanted to welcome you to Dallas.”

“Thank you, Mr. Peters. I’m glad to be here.”

“Call me Harv, everybody does. Good to see you’re settling in okay.” He looked over at Danielle. “And you must be Mrs. Weston,” he extended his hand. “I see Barron’s good taste doesn’t stop with his work.”

Barron lowered his head and chuckled but Danielle wasn’t so amused. “I’m not his—’’

Before she could finish, Barron corrected Mr. Peters. “Unfortunately, Miss Mitchell isn’t my wife,” he said, looking at her. “At least not yet. She’s a good friend and colleague.” He put a firm hand around her waist.

“Danielle Mitchell,” she said, extending her hand. “I’m creative director at FAT Ads.”

“Well, I apologize Miss Mitchell. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you as well. But this is the first time I’ve had the pleasure of taking in your beauty.”

She smiled. “Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Peters,” she said, trying to pull away from Barron, but he held her close.

“You are very welcome. You two look like you belong together. It was nice meeting you both. I’ve gotta run.”

“Have a good evening, Harv, and thanks again for coming. We’ll do lunch soon.”

“I’ll hold you to it, Barron. Have a good evening. Miss Mitchell. Le plaisir était toute mine. ”

“Merci, M. Peters. Vous voir bientôt.”

Barron stared at Danielle in awe. “That tongue speaks French too?”

She rolled her eyes and pushed past him. “Screw you Barron, I have to go. This is all too much for me.”

“What? Being mistaken for my wife?”

She paused and looked over her shoulder. “Yes. Everywhere you go, you stir up trouble. I don’t need it in my life right now.”

“Is there something wrong with being mistaken...for my wife?” He reached for her arm and pulled it gently.

“Yes, everything is wrong with that. Because it’s not going to happen--ever. I’ve been out here long enough. I’ve have to get back inside. Do me a favor and stay away? Please.”

“I would if I could, Danielle. But you know I can’t.”

“I don’t want you,” she said, backing away.

“Not yet,” he said, confidently. “But I’m going to change your mind. And don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

He watched her go back inside. It was on now. Barron was going to have Danielle Mitchell as his wife, even if he had fight her all along the way.

Chapter 2

Danielle left her office and took the short walk to her supervisor Keith’s office. He waved her in as he finished a call. She slipped quietly into the chair in front of his desk and waited for him to finish. She had to tell him, about Barron. There was one thing she learned about being in advertising: withholding information could mean trouble. While she wasn’t proud of the fact she had slept with Barron and she didn’t want it drudged up when she least expected it and thrown in her face, especially after the way he treated her afterward. Since she had known Keith for a long time, she knew she could trust him. And since they were friends, she wanted to prepare him in case the situation came up later.

“Knock-knock.”

Keith hung smiled as he hung up the phone. “What’s up, D?” He was always a shoulder when she needed one. “Whatchu’ know good?”

She sighed softly. “I have a problem.”

“I see. Shut the door and have a seat.”

Danielle eased into the chair in front of his desk.

“What’s going on?” He asked.

Danielle sighed heavily. “Barron Weston just called me.”

Keith settled back in his chair. “And that’s a problem?” he asked rubbing his head.

“Could be?”

“So what did he want?”

Danielle tapped her foot nervously. “Me.”

Keith looked confused. "I'm not following."

“Barron and I—” Danielle took a deep breath. “We sort of know each other…He was my first.”

“First what?”

“First, you know…”

Surprise filled Keith’s eyes. “Oh...Oh…Daaaayum! Now that’s news you can use,” he chuckled.

“Not funny,” Danielle said, seriously.

"I'm sorry," Keith said laughing. "I couldn't resist."

“Anyway, this is so bad.”

“Not really. So, you made love to the man. It’s not the worst thing that could happen. He’s a good guy.”

“That’s not the point. He’s here now, talking all this stuff, wanting to hook up again. I can’t do that. I have a reputation in this town. I’m respected here.”

“Danielle I’m sure the last thing that man wants to do is ruin your reputation. What’s the big deal? You’ll have to deal with him sooner or later. He’s on the advisory committee of the BAE.” The Black Advertising Executives group was a big deal for African-American advertising professionals. Danielle, Keith, and the rest of the staff were all members. “Look D,” Keith continued. “We’re going to have to have many run-ins with him. I’m sure your relationship will never come up, and if it does, you deal with it.”

“He wants to have dinner.”

Keith grinned, “Ah, not surprising.”

He’s trying to get in my pants again,she said to herself. “Barron is up to something Keith. I can feel it. He’s always up to something.”

“I doubt it,” Keith countered. “He’s in awe of you is all. You’re a very attractive woman—you gave the man your virginity—which by the way can make a man feel as though he owns you.”

“I don’t know why. I can’t stand him,” Danielle said, rolling her eyes.

“Too late for that, so you’ll have to make the most of it. But even if you don’t like him, you gotta admit he’s a damn good at what he does. Hell, we should have hired him. “He’s brilliant.”

“So am I,” Danielle said proudly.

Keith chuckled. “I know. That’s why you’re here. So what’s the real problem? Are you still in love with him?”

“No, we were never in love!” Her eyes darted nervously back and forth. “It wasn't like that,” she said as if trying to convince herself.

“Danielle, this is me. I’ve known you for years, we’ve been through a lot. I’ve never seen you this frustrated over a guy before.”

She closed her eyes for a moment then opened them. “It was such a long time ago. I don’t even know why I care. But why did he half to come back?!” Danielle whined.

“To find his lady love.”

“I am not his lady—and definitely not his love. Every time I hear his name, I cringe.”

“If he put it on you like that, I see why.” He said laughing. “Now you have to face this man again and you don’t know what to do.”

“I know I can’t avoid him.”

Keith grinned. “No, you can’t. So you better figure out what you’re going to say when you see him.”

“Thanks for taking my virginity, now rot in hell’ is what I would like to say.”

“Danielle, Danielle. How did you manage to let a man like Barron Weston get you? No wonder he’s in Dallas, he’s coming to stake his claim on his virgin bride.”

“Virgin bride, please! We weren’t engaged.”

“Should have been. If you waited until college to lose your virginity, you should have married him.”

“I could never marry him. He’s not my type.”

“He’s exactly your type. Rich, powerful, and arrogant. And never say never.”
Danielle knew Keith was right. “I don’t know how I let him have me like that. He could have told me he bought me the moon and I would’ve believed it.” That made Keith laugh. “And would you believe the next day at one of the workshops he had the nerve to act like he didn’t know me?”

“Damn. Were you bad in bed?” Keith burst into laughter.

Danielle didn’t think it was funny. “No. He’s just a jerk.” she pleaded.

Keith clasped his hands together. “Like I told you, he’s here for another horizontal tango with you...or to finish whatever it is he thinks he started. Either way, woman up and deal with it.”

Her brow creased with worry. “Well he’s not here for me,” she said as if she were trying to believe her own words. “So whatever.”

Keith shrugged. “Well, just feel him out tonight. Barron is a professional and I know you are. Just handle yourself accordingly.”

“I’ll make every effort. But if you see me clutching a sharp instrument, you better come and get me.”

“I will,” Keith said, laughing. “Be prepared for anything. He’s used to getting what he wants.”

On her way home, Danielle turned the radio onto the smooth jazz station. After the afternoon traffic report, one of the reporters gave a shout out that almost made her hit the car in front of her.

“I’d like to give a special shout-out to my Los Angeles homeboy, Barron Weston. He just made a big move to D-town to head up the advertising department at S&J. And tonight we’ll be welcoming him at the Martini Bar.”

Danielle shut the radio off. Mr. Weston sure had a buzz circling around him because everybody seemed to know he was in town. Great, Danielle thought. He’ll land some new clients just because. Danielle pulled into the driveway of her Uptown townhouse just off Lemmon Avenue. She pressed the garage door opener and pulled her Audi Coupe inside.

There were shopping bags by the stairs near the front door, and clothes she had to put in the washing machine. Normally things were in order but the past week she neglected her domestic duties because of work. The living room had an African-Latin feel to it. There were paintings, sculptures and exotic plants throughout the place. One wall was a bright shade of red. A small red chair sat next to the tan colored couch with a Spanish inspired throw across it. A sculpture of an African man with a drum sat next to her fireplace. The huge skylight windows let in the sun. Danielle loved being at home almost as much as she loved being at work. She did a lot of her creative work here too.

Upstairs she hung her dress on the door and went into her closet to match it with accessories. She fixed a small cup of tea, and drank it to calm her nerves. The pressure of running into Barron after all these years had taken its toll. She knew she had no reason to be stressing over her meeting with him but she couldn’t help it. The emotions she felt for him had surely vanished but she was sure the undeniable attraction she had to him had not. His sensuous stroking gave Danielle sensations she had never felt before. She hadn’t looked in the man’s eyes in so long, she didn’t know if she could. She plopped down on her bed and fell back. Closing her eyes for a moment she sighed, and wondered if she was really ready for Barron Weston.

***

“Mr. Weston, can I get you anything?” his assistant Jody asked as she stood in the doorway.

Barron turned in his chair from the view of downtown Dallas and smiled. “No, thank you. I’m fine.”

Her green eyes widened. “I had your invitation for Danielle Mitchell delivered by messenger earlier today,” she said flipping back her dark brown hair.

“She got it.”

“Good. Thank you, Jody. I appreciate it. You can go home a little early and get ready for the reception if you’d like.”

“Thanks. I just need to go to the gym and change.”

“I’ll be doing the same shortly.”

Jody smiled. “Well, I’ll see you later.”

“Alright.”

Jody turned and exited, and Barron turned back to the window.

He looked at the beautiful, cobalt sky and exhaled. He couldn’t believe he was in Dallas. He had only been in town a week and already he was starting to feel the weight of his position. In his department, he was responsible for sixteen people because S&J was a large communications firm, one of the biggest in the country. The dress code was business casual, but Barron preferred to wear suits to work every day. He believed in the term dress for success. He didn’t feel like he had a job if he wasn’t dressed up. Most of the employees opted for khaki’s and polo shirts. Barron hated both. He wouldn’t be caught dead in a pair of khaki’s, let alone a polo. His style was Puff Daddy meets Shaft. He always opted for classic attire or jeans and tee shirt.

He rose from his chair and went into the small closet near his desk. He pulled out his suit, shirt and tie. He wanted to look extra handsome tonight just in case he ran into Danielle. He hadn’t seen her in a while and wanted to make a good impression. Danielle was definitely a woman who exuded class. He’s figured that out the first time they met. She was usually very prim and proper, and always beautiful. He wanted a second chance to make a first impression since their parting was less then sweet.

Barron grabbed his bag and headed upstairs to the company’s gym. The second level of S&J housed the gym, a library, a computer lab and a media room. All employees including assistant were free to use to gym at lunch or after work. Since most of the staff had gone home for the evening to prepare for the reception, Barron had the shower to himself. He undressed quickly and stepped beneath the showerhead, turning the water on full blast. He closed his eyes and let the water fall over his face. Using a small bottle of Motions shampoo he kept in his bag, he washed his hair. He made sure the rest of his body was squeaky clean and stepped out onto the drying mat.

He patted his mocha brown skin dry and covered it with cocoa butter lotion. As he slipped on his gray boxers, he wondered how much Danielle had changed since he’d last seen her. Did she still have the same bright, sexy eyes? Did her nose still flare when she was angry? Did she still hate him for what he’d done in Miami? He shook off all the negative thoughts and tried to think positive. Whatever was wrong, he would right it. He had to prove to Danielle that he’d made a mistake taking advantage of her. But he hoped if she cared for him even a little, she would forgive him. If she didn’t, he would have to deal with it. But it wouldn’t be easy. She was the one woman his soul burned for.

Once Barron was finished dressing he went back to his office to watch television. He listened to the six o’clock news and read over some of his files. His boss Mr. Simmons wanted to keep some of their old clients and prepare to take on some new ones. Barron new he had a pretty competent staff, so once the presentation for the Dallas Tornadoes basketball team was complete, he would take on some smaller projects. The company had unsuccessfully tried to woo Bell Computers as a client. Bell didn’t target minorities in their advertising campaigns. And their racist CEO, Allen Bell was probably reason why. He was a young, ivy-league graduate who was spoiled rich kid who inherited his views. Barron couldn’t see how people could still be prejudiced in this day and age. Most companies wanted minority spending dollars. The buying power of African-Americans and Hispanics had nearly tripled over the last five years. But Barron knew the more things changed, the more they stayed the same. He would have to be very persuasive to win this account.

By 7:30 Barron was on his way to the Palomino for his welcome reception. He was greeted by a host of admirers as soon as he pulled up to the valet. He felt like a movie star on the red carpet by the way the cameras were flashing. He hadn’t seen this much press since the OJ Simpson trial. As he stepped inside the bar, a pretty, young woman named Shari greeted him. She was a news reporter, and a very good one from what he knew about her. He talked with her briefly, cameras were rolling and was ready to find Danielle. He was surprised that Shari offered him her home number, so he took it out of courtesy. As soon as she was out of sight, he trashed it. He didn’t need it. She wasn’t Danielle Mitchell.

Danielle was running late. When she stepped out of the shower, it was almost eight o’clock. She dried off and rubbed on some Body Shop Nut body butter. She slid into a black bra and thong set and applied her mascara. She lined her lips with a deep wine color and applied some MAC lip glass. When she was done she slid into her fitted, little black dress. The butterflies in her stomach had her mind thinking of a thousand things. She couldn’t explain it, because she certainly didn’t think the guest of honor for this reception was worth it. What did he need a welcome party for? Did people really think he was all that? Apparently they did, because she’d gotten a messenger delivered invitation while everyone else’s was sent by mail. What was up with that? Did Barron really think of her in that special way?

Danielle covered her eyes with her hands and sighed. “I do not want this to go bad. Lord knows I can’t have everyone in Dallas know my business. Why did it have to be him?”

Time had a way of healing old wounds, she told herself. So why didn’t she feel ready to face him? She promised she would not look into Barron’s deep, dark eyes when he said hello. She wouldn’t like his cologne no matter how good it smelled. She wouldn’t let him touch her no matter how good it felt. Yeah, that was it. She had to block her senses from him. If he saw a little bit of weakness, he would eat her alive. And maybe that wouldn’t be a bad thing.

Chapter 1-Winner Takes All

Danielle Mitchell was sitting at the conference table at FAT Ads Advertising, for the staff’s usual Thursday morning meeting. Everyone was sitting around the table chatting amongst themselves. Danielle was scanning a copy of the Dallas Minority Business News just as she did every Thursday. The paper featured prominent African-American business people in the local area as well as the rest of the state. Once a week, a newly appointed businessperson was featured in an article. Danielle stared at the photograph of a handsome man she had met a few years earlier. She read the article beneath the photograph and couldn’t believe what it said.

“Oh, my god,” she said softly. “No they didn’t.”

“No who didn’t what?” Clarice, her assistant asked, leaning toward her. They huddled together looking at the article. “Ooh, he’s cute. Who is he?” Clarice asked.

Just then, the company’s graphic designer, Yolanda Reed, ran into the boardroom. “Y’all won’t believe who S&J Advertising just hired as their creative director!”

“Barron Weston,” she and Danielle said in unison.

“How did you know?” Yolanda asked.

Danielle held up the paper. “The Enquirer of the minority business world,” she told her friend, who she met when they were interviewing for the same job at another ad agency three years ago.
“They put in the DMB already?”

“Yep,” Danielle said, closing it. She closed her eyes and sighed. Barron Weston. A name that bore a familiarity that she wished she could forget. She knew the charismatic, heartless man all too well. He was a country boy from New Orleans, whose bark was worse than his bite. An intimidating man who would trample over anyone in his way. And yet so smooth that he could ease a woman out of her clothes without opening his mouth or lifting a finger.

Gifted, calculating, and domineering, Barron Weston had been on the fast track for as long as Danielle could remember. He graduated top of his class from Wharton Business School then headed to New York where he started out making six figures as an ad account rep. He was behind some of the best advertising campaigns to date. Ravishing and Refined, like the motto for an 80-year old Cognac company he and his former ad team saved from the brink of bankruptcy. Barron Weston was an advertising genius and not even Danielle could argue with that.

She could see his handsome face clear as day, his mouth nearing hers just before he kissed her and caressed her as if she were made from the finest silk. She was drawn to him like a moth to a flame and then—he dropped her, disappeared, and she never saw him again.

He worked on countless ad campaigns for minority owned businesses, placing his Los Angeles firm in first place on the Black Enterprise Top 20 Advertising Agencies list with their annual billings. Danielle was positive he was about to do the same for S&J. Barron was a go-getter, brilliant, charming, and she despised his very being. Now, he was in her town about to make waves. She didn’t need to know anymore than that.

“Are we done?” Danielle asked, irritated. “I’ve got some calls to make.”

Keith Bates, one of the company’s executives rose from his chair. “We’re done, Miss Mitchell. I know you have something urgent to get back to,” he said with a hint of laughter.

A weak smile crossed Danielle’s face as he exited the room. She slid from her seat, dressed a crème, crepe wool skirt and a ruffled white, silk shell and taupe Louboutin heels. Her shoulder length hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail and her makeup consisted only of Dior mascara and a coat of MAC clear lip glass. She was a minimalist at best. Wrapping her hair around her fingers for a moment, contemplating.

“What’s the matter D?” Yolanda asked.

“Nothing,” Danielle pushing her chair underneath the table.

“Better not be,” Keith said. “S&J is giving a reception for Mr. Weston tonight and the whole team has been invited.”

Danielle’s mouth dropped open. “Excuse me?”

“S&J is welcoming their golden boy, and we’ve all been invited,” Keith repeated. “Didn’t you get your invite?”

“I think Clarice still has them,” Yolanda said.

Danielle sighed. “It’s not like our rivals to invite us to something they’re having. There must be another reason.” Probably Barron’s doing, she thought.

“Well whatever it is, we’re all going to find out. I want to see all of you there. It’s at the Palomino and it starts at eight.

“The Palomino?” One of the other female employees shrieked. “Oh, this must be big. Only the rich folks throw their parties there.”

“I am so not up for this,” Danielle said walking out.

She went back to her office and shut her door. Staring at Barron Weston’s photograph made her angry. The memory of her first meeting with him still lingered in the back of her mind. She had met him years ago at an advertising conference in Miami after they had just graduated from college. She had just received a B.A in Communications from Spelman, and Barron had just gotten his B.S. in Business Management from Howard. Both were destined for success in the big world of advertising but it was their personal lives that would get them off track.

A secluded beach had been the backdrop for their fiery flirtation. One passionate kiss led to another, then another, and then to the ultimate act. Danielle could not forget his touch or the way he sent her body into overdrive with his skilled lovemaking. It was the damndest most wonderful thing she had ever experienced. No man in her life could compare to Barron Weston. She shook her head to free herself from the thought. Barron Weston was now an enemy not a lover—or even a friend for that matter.

“Knock, knock.” Clarice appeared with a small ivory colored envelope in her hand. “I have something for you.”

“What?”

“It’s addressed to you. A messenger just delivered it.”

Danielle took the envelope. “Thank you.” Danielle opened the envelope and read the card inside: Dearest Danielle. You’ve been on my mind since I last saw you. I hate I lost you. Barron.

Danielle buzzed Yolanda. “Yo, can you come in here for a minute.” She arrived a few moments later.

“So give me all the goodies,” Yolanda said, sliding the card across Danielle’s desk “Because clearly you’ve all ready given him yours.”

“I do not want to see this man again.”

“Well, he wants to see you. And those words prove it. How ironic that he landed in the D. Girl, it must be fate.”

“Barron is up to something. He’s always up to something. How does he land the most sought after ad job in Dallas? I applied for that job.”

“You did?”

“Yeah but it was just because. I would never leave FAT Ads without a little bargaining first. It was just for fun. I had no idea, he would get it. Now he’s trying to be my friend.”

“Friend would be an understatement. If he’s seen you naked, it’s gone way past that. Clearly.”

“I’m serious, Yo. I don’t want him here.”

“Well hon, I’m afraid that isn’t your choice. But be comforted knowing that you’re the best creative director in town, a beautiful woman, and my closest friend. Besides, it’s only natural for him to come after you. He probably wants to make amends because I get the feeling something didn’t go right and since you never told me I’ll let my imagination wander.”

Danielle rolled her eyes. “Men that arrogant don’t apologize for anything. Everything is done on their terms.”

“So what really happened between you two?” Yolanda asked. “Just a clash of the minds or something else?”

Danielle shrugged and looked up at her friend. “Something else.”

“What?” Yolanda asked.

Danielle stared at the envelope, ignoring Yolanda’s question. “He’s up to something. I can feel it…”

“What happened!!”

“Nothing, just a big mix-up...”

“Details!?”

Danielle shook her head. “Let's just say this man is…He’s manipulative, he’s sexy, he’s charming, and he’s a real bastard. End story.”

“Well, he got you into bed, so he must’ve done something right. I know you don’t just let anyone into your bed.”

“True.”

“Well, call him and clear the air before you see him tonight. Otherwise prepare to be pleasantly surprised. I gotta run. I’ll see you later.”

Danielle nodded then focused her attention back on her computer screen.

Barron checked his watch again. He couldn’t wait until his meeting was over. He was so ready to see Danielle he couldn’t think straight. It had been too long since they crossed paths. He was ready to move rectify things between them. The last time they were together, he left her alone on Miami Beach searching for her underwear amid a sea of tourists taking their early morning walk on the beach. Admittedly, it was childish thing to do, but he had a good reason. One he would tell her about later over dinner. His whole plan was to see her tonight and then coax her to meet him later. He knew she would have never agreed to a meeting with him. So he didn’t balk at his boss’ decision to host a reception for him. It would provide him with the perfect opportunity to get some alone time with Danielle.

He remembered her lips against his flesh, the feel of her soft thighs grazing his head as he slipped his mouth between them. Her small fingers digging into his back as he rocked their bodies gently in the sand. Yes, Danielle Mitchell was something he needed more of. But one night would never be enough. He wanted her in his life, pure and simple. And whatever he needed to do to make that happen, he was going to do it. He always got what he wanted. Barron was a man with a plan and he was far too driven to let anyone tell him no.

After lunch, Danielle focused her attention on finishing her advertising plan for the Dallas Tornadoes basketball team. The team’s new owner was desperate to find and agency to boost the teams image and get the city excited about them. He had plans to turn their pitiful past into a winning future. He was looking for the right firm to do it, so naturally Danielle and FAT Ads was a leading contender. She had to land the account. If she did, it would mean a boost in her paycheck, the agency’s billings, and her client list. She liked to win. And no buppie country boy was going to stand in her way.

Sure, she thought. I’ll go to Mr. Weston’s little shindig. I know just what to wear too.

She buzzed her assistant. “Clarice?”

“Yes, Danielle.”

“Can you have the cleaners bring up my black Armani dress as soon as possible? I’d like to wear it tonight.”

“Sure thing. I’ll get right on it.”

One look at me in this dress and Barron Weston will forget his own name, Danielle said grinning. He won’t be ready for me tonight. It was time to put her investigative skills to work and find out what Barron Weston was really up to. Sure she’d show a little skin to get Barron to talk, maybe even let her in on the projects he was working on. Then once she had him wrapped around her finger, she would go in for the kill and have him begging for her to leave him alone. He wasn’t the only one with a plan.

“Miss Mitchell?” It was Clarice.

“Yes?”

“I have a call for you.” She cleared her throat.

“Who is it?”

“A gentleman with a nice voice who won’t give his name. Shall I put him through?”

Danielle knew it was Barron. She smirked and took a deep breath. “Put him through, Clarice.”

“Will do.”

“This is Danielle,” she said, pressing the speaker button.

“Hello Danielle, how are you?”

“I’m fine, Mr. Weston.”

“Ah, how did you know it was me?”

“I know you.”

His smile was felt through the phone. “So how have you been?”

“Better than ever.”

“Good. Looks like FAT Ads is doing well.”

“We are. And no one in this town is going to change that. You included,” she said firmly.

“Ouch, that hurt. If I didn’t know better, I would think you were still mad at me for what happened in Miami.”

“Why would I be mad? We were both adults and we knew the night meant nothing. I’m over it and you should be too.”

He was hurt mildly by her statement, but heard the squeak in her voice. She was bluffing. “I don’t know too many women who could forget their first lover.”

“Whoever said you were?”

“Are you telling me different?”

“I’m not telling you anything. It was years ago and I’d rather not discuss the past.”

He quieted. There were parts of himself then he would rather forget too. But there were some things that lingered on. “Well, tell me one thing.”

“What?”

“Do you remember our kiss?”

Her eyes narrowed. “Not really. I’ve kissed other men since you, and they still acted like a gentleman afterward.”

“Damn, that’s cold.”

“Not as cold as you’ll be tonight.”

“Damn, can I get any more insults? You’re on a roll tonight aren’t you?”

“I’m always on a roll. I thought you knew.”

“Have you ever been made love to the way I did it?”

Danielle groaned. Playtime was over. She lifted the receiver to her ear. “What the hell do you want, Barron? I have work to do.”

“What do I want? You want to hear the truth or the censored version.”

She was afraid to answer. “Why don’t you just cut the crap Barron. We both know you’re the king of playing games.”

“I’m not playing games with you Danielle. I just wanted to see if we could have dinner…some conversation.” His voice was low and smooth.

“Conversation about what? You and I don’t have anything to talk about, and dinner is out of the question.”

“Why?”

“Because it isn’t going anywhere and we don’t have anything to talk about. I don’t even know why you called me.”

He decided to come clean. “Honestly Danielle, I’ve missed you. The night we spent together was the most beautiful night I’ve ever had with a woman.”

“Bullshit. It was nothing more than good sex, you know it and I know it. If it weren’t those damn Mojitos we had, we wouldn’t even be having this conversation! And don’t act like you’re doing me a favor by telling me you’ve missed me. I haven’t missed you one bit.”

“Okay, okay. But answer one last thing…”

“What?!”

“Was the sex really good to you?” he asked seriously.

“You and I both know it meant nothing.”

“Answer the question, querida.”

Danielle felt warm as heat filled her veins. Hearing him call her darling in Spanish brought back the memory of their tryst in Miami. “Why don’t you go back to wherever it is you came from Barron. There’s enough egotistical men here in Dallas.”

“Can’t, baby girl. They’re paying me too much money—way too much. Besides, I can’t wine and dine you and lavish you with gifts from Neiman Marcus if I’m somewhere else, now can I?”

“I’m sure you have some other females you can wine and dine and lavish gifts on.”

“I’d rather spend my money on you.”

“I’d rather you not.”

“I was feeling you way before that night…Can’t we just forget the past. We were young then—everyone is entitled to one mistake.”

“Oh, so it was a mistake?”

“No, Danielle. You know that’s not what I meant. Why do you have to twist everything I say? You know me and you are better than that.” She let out an exasperated sigh. “So you think you can check your calendar and fit me in for dinner next week?”

“I’m not having dinner with you, Barron. Have dinner with someone else.”

“There is no one else. I want you.”

Danielle trembled inside. “Well you’ll have to find someone else because you’re never going to sit at a table with me.” Her voice was shaky. “I’m not interested in having dinner with you. I’m not interested in being your friend, your lover. Nothing. Get that through your head!”

“I would, but I can’t.”

“You always want things your way, Barron. I can’t just forget everything you did to me,” she said, trying to disguise the pain in her voice. “You left me alone on the beach, making me look like a fool. It’s not going to happen again!”

He let her vent then asked calmly. “Will I see you tonight?”

“Yes you will. And stay the hell away from me!” Click.

As the dial tone rang in his ear, he smiled. Danielle Mitchell was still in love with him.