Executive Seduction
Kristi Gold

To my wonderful daughter, Lauren Ashley,

who wears the chef’s hat in the family, and

who has brought me much joy over the years.

Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Epilogue

Coming Next Month

One

What a cowardly way to say goodbye.

In total disbelief, Corinna Harris stared at the Dear Jane letter resting on the pink marble vanity in her dressing room, a nice little missive that had been couriered to her only minutes ago. She shouldn’t be surprised that her erstwhile fiancé had chosen this method to break it off. After all, Kevin O’Brien was a journalist, well-versed with the written word, although this particular correspondence was simple, and to the point.

Thanks for everything, Corri, but it’s time to end it. Feel free to keep the ring. It’s been fun.

Fun? After an eight-month sham of an engagement, one would think he might actually have had enough courtesy to tell her in person that it was over. Not that she was at all surprised. Not that she wasn’t angry.

Corri yanked the one-carat diamond off her finger and hurled it across the room like a missile, where it hit the wall and landed somewhere in the thick blue carpet. If it happened to get sucked up in a vacuum by the cleaning staff, then too bad. She wanted absolutely no souvenirs of a relationship that had basically been a lie.

The rap at the door jolted Corri back into the reality of what she had to do—her job. “Five minutes,” one of the crew called.

“Okay. I’m ready.”

Was she really ready? Could she actually step in front of an audience and pretend nothing had happened? And today of all days, during her first live performance, a show centered on preparing the perfect holiday meal for lovers. Six days before Christmas.

Of course she could do this. Kevin might have temporarily screwed up her life, but she refused to let his careless disregard screw up her career.

After slipping on her favorite white chef’s smock, the one covered with tiny wooden spoons, Corri did another quick check of her makeup and tightened her ponytail. A few tears threatened behind her carefully painted eyes, but she wouldn’t allow them to fall. Instead, she got mad. Clung to the anger as tightly as a bank robber clutching his pilfered booty.

That alone sent her out to face the crowd, a fake smile carefully in place. She glanced toward the control booth and immediately spotted Aidan O’Brien, AOB Productions’ owner, and Kevin’s older brother. Since the day she’d taped her first show, Aidan had always been there, serving as her champion and friend. And at a good six foot three, he wasn’t easy to miss. But it wasn’t only his imposing height that earned attention. He had his Armenian mother’s thick brown hair and olive complexion, his Irish father’s incredible green eyes, and an air of concrete confidence that made some men cower—as well as an undeniable sense of mystery that made women long to know his secrets.

Speaking of secrets, Corri briefly wondered if Aidan had known about Kevin’s plan. Of course not. He would have told her. At least she thought he would. He’d served as her confidante on more than one occasion, and they’d had more than their fair share of conversations, even if she’d done most the talking. Even if she hadn’t been totally honest with him about her relationship with his brother.

Corri had the strongest urge to run to Aidan, cry on his broad shoulder and curse Kevin’s bad timing. Not a banner idea. She had to weather this storm alone, and the first step entailed going out and giving her best to her fans.

“Thirty seconds,” the stage manager called, and when he reached ten, counted down the seconds one by one, keeping time with Corri’s erratic heart.

“Ladies and gentleman. Please welcome Houston’s sweetheart of the stove, Corinna Harris, the star of Hot Cooking with Corri!”

Corri strode to the evergreen-bedecked stage on legs as stiff as wooden spoons, trying to take comfort from the rousing applause. But she felt only numbness, until, she considered that every time she’d walked onto this set for the past few months, she’d talked about Kevin. Then the anger returned. She’d pretended that their relationship had been made in heaven, when, in fact, he’d given her a lot of hell.

And right then she decided that several ways to exact revenge did exist. Nothing like a woman scorned behind a stove.

The minute he saw her walk onstage, Aidan knew something was wrong with Corri. She was a tall, leggy, powerhouse blonde with as much appeal as the meals she served up to her audience, and for the past year, he’d scheduled his meetings around her popular weekly show. In that time he’d learned to gauge every move she made, every detail of her body language. Every detail of her body, period.

He probably should feel guilty that he spent a good deal of time studying Corri’s finer points, particularly since she was engaged to his brother, but he didn’t. No one knew he fantasized about her frequently. No one would ever know that he regretted introducing her to Kevin. But back then, he’d been in a relationship and by the time it had ended, Kevin and Corri had become a solid couple. So solid that they’d become engaged in a matter of weeks. For months he’d watched her talk about his brother during the show, and while her fan base had welcomed it, Aidan hadn’t. In fact, at times he’d hated it.

Still, he firmly believed mixing business with pleasure could lead to problems in the workplace. But there had been days when he’d wondered about what might have been. Right now, he still wondered over Corri’s mood. She made it through the first three-quarters of the show without a hitch, but she’d sounded overly cheerful. Normally she cracked a few jokes, connected with the audience, but today she looked as if she only wanted to get it over with. Probably a solid case of nerves brought on by the live telecast.

Following the final commercial break, Corri resumed her show to conduct the usual question-and-answer session. But instead of calling on an audience member, she said, “We’re going to do something a little different today in the time we have left.”

She moved behind the island workstation and propped both palms on the edge. “Now that we’ve discussed a holiday meal guaranteed to jingle your partner’s bells, we shouldn’t forget those who don’t have a lover during the season. Particularly the unfortunate few who have been jilted by some jerk at the worst possible time.”

When Corri grabbed two hot pads, Aidan noticed the stage director standing offstage, flipping through the script and looking altogether confused. Corri pulled a pan from the oven, turned and slammed it down onto the butcher-block counter. “I suggest you go ahead and make this chocolate soufflé because you’re going to want to eat the whole thing, and that’s okay. But for the sake of your health, I also suggest you make a salad first.”

After she tossed the hot pads aside, Corri turned to the refrigerator, and the production assistant muttered, “What in the hell is she doing?”

“Don’t panic, Parker,” Aidan said. “Corri’s a professional. Let her go.”

The control-room director didn’t appear to care for that answer. “We can’t just let her go when we don’t know where she’s going on live TV.”

Aidan held up a hand to silence everyone when Corri returned to the counter with an armload of vegetables that she dropped onto the surface, seeming not to care when a tomato rolled onto the floor.

She held up a large cucumber. “Let’s start with this. Just remember, it’s not anatomically to scale, even if most men would have you believe it is.”

Parker shot a forlorn look at Aidan. “She didn’t just say that.”

“Yeah, she did,” the sound engineer said.

And something told Aidan she wasn’t quite done.

Following a spattering of laughter, Corri slapped the cucumber onto a cutting board, then picked up a nearby cleaver. “When you’re thinking about the idiot who’s left you high and dry, just imagine this is…” She looked up and grinned, and that’s when Aidan saw the hint of tears. “Well, you catch my drift.”

Then she began hacking away at the vegetable with a vengeance, leaving the studio’s occupants stunned and the director demanding a fade-out.

But before the commercial could be cued, one young woman called out, “What are you and Kevin doing for the holidays, Corri?”

Corri looked up, cleaver still in hand, and sent the lady a withering look. “I’m not doing anything with Kevin over the holidays, because the jackass dumped me.”

For someone who prided herself on composure, Corri had just hit an all-time low on the no-self-control scale. She didn’t know what had gotten into her, why she’d perhaps let Kevin’s little stunt ruin the best job she’d ever had. With several whacks of a cleaver, she’d shredded any possibility of a wider syndication beyond the region. And when the knock came at the dressing-room door, she expected to find a band of studio executives swooping down on her like a flock of hungry hawks.

She snatched a tissue from the holder and removed what she could of the mascara smudges beneath her eyes. “Come in.”

“What’s going on with you?”

Corri wasn’t all that surprised to see the mirrored reflection of Aidan standing at the door. He was in charge of the studio, which meant he was in charge of her.

She spun around on the stool and shrugged. “I just made a total fool of myself.”

He strolled into the room, hands in pockets, and stood there, silently studying her. “Go ahead, Aidan,” she said. “Tell me I’m fired. Tell me you’re going to cancel the show. Tell me a team of censors is waiting outside to wash my mouth out with soap. Just say something.”

He took a couple of slow steps toward her and stopped, as if he feared she might go after him with the metal nail file set out on the vanity. “First, you tell me what Kevin did to you.”

She slid the letter off the counter and offered it to him. “This came about ten minutes before the show.”

Aidan took the paper and scanned it before muttering, “Son of a bitch.”

Corri pulled the band out of her ponytail and began to brush her hair with rapid strokes. “I knew this was inevitable. I just didn’t think he’d handle it this way.”

Aidan laid the letter down and leaned a hip against the vanity. “You two been having problems?”

She tossed the brush into a drawer, which she slammed a little harder than necessary. “Our entire relationship has been one big problem, Aidan. But I really don’t want to talk about that now. I want to talk about the repercussions I’m going to suffer because of my behavior.”

“We won’t know for a few days,” he said. “Whatever happens, I’ll handle it.”

She had no doubt he would, or at least try. “And that means determining what segment of my audience was most offended. The more conservative viewers, or the men.”

“I’d say your male viewers. Every man in the control booth crossed their legs simultaneously when you went after that cucumber.” He topped off the comment with a half smile.

She had to love him for trying to lighten the mood. “It was definitely not one of my finer moments, but I was so furious at Kevin I couldn’t think straight. I’m sorry.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I’m not happy with him, either.” He folded the letter and slid it into his inside jacket pocket. “Do you know where he is right now?”

Corri knew where she’d like to send him—some-place without the benefit of air conditioning or any of those high-dollar hair products that Kevin so loved to use. “If my memory serves me correctly, he should be about to leave for the airport. He has a six o’clock flight to Baltimore to do a feature on some football player for the magazine.”

Aidan checked his watch and pushed away from the vanity. “It’s four o’clock, and Kevin’s never on time. If I leave now, I might be able to catch him at the apartment. If not, I’ll drive to the airport.”

That plan didn’t sound particularly wise to Corri. “What are you going to do, Aidan?”

“Have a talk with him.”

She slid off the stool and realized how fragile she felt standing across from Aidan. She was five feet, nine inches tall, and not many men made her feel so delicate. “If you think you’re going to somehow change his mind about breaking off the engagement, don’t bother. It’s been doomed from the beginning.”

“I’m not going to try to talk him out of anything. As far as I’m concerned, you’re better off without him.”

Obviously the familial blood between them was running thin. “He is still your brother, Aidan.”

“And his behavior impacted one of the studio’s most valued commodities.”

Corri appreciated his support, although she wasn’t sure how she felt about being known as a commodity. Corri the Commodity. That fit. That was exactly what she’d been to Kevin. “If I can’t talk you out of confronting him, then promise me you won’t do anything stupid. I’ve done enough stupid things for both of us today.”

“I’ll be sure to make certain all sharp objects are out of my reach.” He leaned over and swept a soft kiss across her cheek. “Now go home. I’ll call you later.”

After Aidan left the room, Corri touched her fingertips to the place where his lips had been only moments before, totally taken aback by the gesture. Aidan had never been a cheek-kissing kind of guy. He wasn’t prone to random bouts of affection. He wasn’t the type of man who openly displayed any emotions unless it involved disapproval. Even then he used a hard, controlled tone and cutting looks as his weapon of choice, although he’d never really practiced those on her. He’d never had any reason to…until today. Yet he’d kissed her cheek instead.

And then she remembered that day last March. Remembered another kiss. For months now, she hadn’t let herself think about it. But she thought it about it now.

It had all started with that silly, I’m Not Irish, But You Can Kiss Me Anyway T-shirt she’d worn to Lucine and Dermot O’Brien’s house for their annual St. Patrick’s Day party, right after she and Kevin had started going out. She’d received a few friendly pecks on the cheek from the O’Brien brothers—except for Aidan. She’d ended up with him in the kitchen—his mother’s kitchen, no less—alone.

And then it had happened. The kiss. Unplanned, unexpected and anything but innocent. Corri had felt so guilty, she’d practically sprinted back into the living room to join Kevin, then she’d feigned a headache so he would take her home. The following weekend, she’d accompanied Kevin to Jamaica and returned engaged, for reasons unbeknownst to everyone. And later, she’d learned that Aidan and his long-time girlfriend had called it quits, for reasons she still didn’t know.

One thing she did know. Overtly sexy men meant only one thing—trouble. Aidan O’Brien definitely fell into that category. And the last thing she needed was more trouble.

Fortunately for Aidan, Kevin’s car was still parked in the garage at his condominium. Unfortunately for Kevin, Aidan was in no mood for socializing. He wasn’t exactly sure what he would say to his brother, but he could guarantee it wouldn’t be pleasant.

He rapped on the door three times before Kevin finally answered, looking disheveled and shirtless, as if he’d just crawled out of bed. Considering the clothes strewn all over the room at his back, he probably had.

Kevin ran a fast hand through his hair. “Hey, big brother, what are you—”

Aidan shoved him aside, walked into the living room and pulled out the letter. “What in the hell were you thinking?”

Kevin eyed the paper then collapsed onto the couch. “Corri sent you.”

Aidan strode to the sofa and loomed over him. “Corri didn’t want me to come. But I’m here now, and you have some explaining to do, so you damn sure better get to it.”

After propping his bare feet on the coffee table, Kevin leaned back and stacked his hands behind his head. “I don’t have a lot of time to get into this. My flight leaves in three hours, and I’ve already had to change it once due to another appointment. Besides, this isn’t any of your damn business.”

Aidan would wager that his brother’s so-called appointment wasn’t at all work-related. “I’m making it my business, Kevin. You could have been man enough at least to end it in person.”

“I don’t like messy goodbye scenes,” Kevin said. “It’s a lot easier to make a clean break without having to face someone.”

That only angered Aidan more. “You’re a coward, Kevin. You don’t deserve Corri. You never have.”

Kevin smiled, a smug one. “I guess you’re going to tell me that you deserve her.”

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

“Sure you do, Aidan. You’ve always wanted her, and for months now, you’ve been royally pissed off because I got there before you did. But now she’s all yours, if you don’t mind having my leftovers.”

Aidan hung on to what was left of his composure, and tempered his tone when he said, “I’m not even going to justify that with a response.”

Kevin came to his feet. “And I’m not going to ignore what Corri said about me on her show today. My boss’s wife was watching, and she told him about it. I’ve just received a promotion to senior staff reporter at the magazine. If my position’s in jeopardy because of Corri, I’m going to sue her and the studio for slander and defamation of character, I don’t care if you do own the place.”

Right when Aidan started to say that you couldn’t defame a man with very little character, something caught his attention. Something that looked a lot like a cheerleading costume draped over the back of one dining-room chair. He crossed the room and picked up the sweater, noting it held the insignia of a professional basketball team. “Unless you’re trying to get in touch with your feminine side, I’d say the owner of this is probably behind your bedroom door.”

Kevin came at him quickly and grabbed the sweater away. “Get out, Aidan.”

Aidan fisted his hands at his sides, resisting the urge to plant a left hook in his brother’s jaw. They’d had the normal scuffles growing up, but not once had he slugged any of his brothers. Always a first time for everything. Then he considered something more effective. Something that could hurt Kevin worse, a direct blow to his professional reputation. “If you make any more noise about suing Corri, I’ll have a talk with your boss myself. I’ll let him know that you’re more interested in screwing the pep squad than in doing your job.”

Aidan didn’t wait for Kevin’s response before he was out the door, opting to nix the elevator and take the four flights of stairs in order to blow off steam. He hoped his threats worked, otherwise Corri could be in for a legal battle with her fiancé. Ex-fiancé, Aidan amended. That was the only good thing that had come out of this day.

Corri was no longer with Kevin, and that meant she was free to do as she pleased, and he would have no problem helping her get over his brother. He could make the fantasies a reality, even if it meant taking it slowly. Otherwise, she could run away again before he had his chance.

Two

For three hours, Corri wandered aimlessly around her apartment, picking up the clutter she’d ignored for several weeks. She’d never been a domestic goddess, although her kitchen was always spotless. Her bedroom was another story altogether. Her clothes tended to stay where they’d landed until she’d gathered them up to do laundry. Several pairs of shoes could be found lying in various places, some beneath her bed. She’d grown up in such a sterile environment, with everything always in its place, that she enjoyed the freedom of making a mess whenever she wanted, until she couldn’t stand it any longer. And right now she couldn’t stand it. She needed some order in her life. She felt as if she’d been strapped into a roller coaster, with no way to get off the chaotic ride.

Fortunately for her, on the few occasions Kevin had visited her apartment, he’d never left any real reminders. For all intents and purposes, it was as if he’d never been there at all. Or even been in her life to any degree. Probably because he really hadn’t.

When the doorbell buzzed, Corri worried it might be Kevin coming by to make amends at Aidan’s insistence. If it did happen to be him, she would gladly take the opportunity to toss him out on his butt, as she should have done months ago. Yet, when she peered through the peephole, she didn’t see Kevin. She saw his brother standing on her porch, and that was quite a surprise. Aidan had never paid her a visit before.

Corri opened the door, immediately regretting her unkempt state. “What are you doing here?”

He held up a brown paper bag. “I brought some wine. I thought you could use a drink.”

She could. Several, in fact. “By all means, come in.”

Aidan followed her into the living room and shed his jacket. “Nice place. Kind of a long drive from downtown.”

“I like the quiet neighborhood.” She liked the way he looked right now with his navy sweatshirt, well-worn jeans and loafers. Not that she’d seen him ever look anything but great. “You know, I’m so used to you in a suit, it’s almost always a shock to see you in casual clothes.”

“I guess we’re even then,” he said as he tossed his jacket over the back of one chair. “I’ve rarely seen you without all the stage makeup, or your hair down.”

Her hand immediately went to her stringy hair. She hadn’t bothered to dry it when she’d left the shower. In fact, she didn’t remember brushing it. Not to mention, her T-shirt and sweats would qualify as too ratty to exist. “I’m a mess.”

“You look great.”

Considering the appreciation in his tone, she might actually start to believe it. “Thanks. Now come have a seat. I was just about to make something for dinner. Have you eaten yet?”

“No.” He dropped down on the sofa and set the bottle on the table. “But you shouldn’t have to cook. We could have Chinese delivered. Or pizza.”

“Believe me, it’s nothing fancy,” Corri said on her way to the miniscule kitchen. Not unless he considered hot dogs fancy, because that’s exactly what she’d planned to have. Nuked hot dogs. She’d gone to the grocer’s on the way home and stocked up on junk food—major junk food, including double fudge cookies, and Italian soda. Tomorrow she could go to the gym and attempt to reverse the damage.

Corri microwaved three hot dogs, one for her and two for Aidan, and after gathering all the fixings and silverware, placed them on her nice teakwood tray. She opened the cabinet and took out the gold-rimmed wineglasses Kevin had brought her from Pamplona back in July, an attempt to make amends for missing her twenty-ninth birthday. If they weren’t so pretty and ornate, she would happily throw one against the wall just as she had the ring.

After slipping a corkscrew in her pocket, and tucking the bag of chips under her chin, she carried the tray into the living room and slid it onto the coffee table. “Here you go. Franks à la Corri.”

Aidan eyed the hot dogs for a few minutes. “The cloth napkins add a nice touch.”

And they looked somewhat odd alongside the paper plates, Corri decided. But she was more concerned about pleasing Aidan. “I could whip you up an omelet if this won’t work.”

He grabbed the bottle of relish. “This is fine. I haven’t had a hot dog since last summer at the ballpark.”

Good, because Corri truly didn’t want to go near the stove. She sat beside him, keeping a comfortable berth between them, yet still feeling oddly nervous. Ridiculous. He was her boss, her friend. But this was Aidan in her home, not in the office. “If you want some grated cheese, I could get that for you.”

“This is fine.” He picked up a knife and offered it to her. “Maybe you’d like to use this to vent some more frustration on your hot dog.”

If he hadn’t said it with such a sexy smile, she might have been insulted. “Very funny. I believe I’ve done enough hacking for one day.” She handed him the corkscrew. “You can do the honors.”

Aidan uncorked the wine with all the proficiency of a man who’d had a lot of practice. She had no doubt he’d done this on more than one occasion with more than one woman. Since his breakup with his former girlfriend, he’d dated quite a few eager prospects. Several had shown up at the studio like prime-time groupies asking for him, only to be turned away by Aidan’s bulldog assistant, Stella. But as far as Corri knew, he hadn’t been seriously involved with anyone lately. Not that that should matter to her.

He poured the merlot, then handed her a glass. “To good ratings.”

Corri touched her glass to his. “I’ll drink to that.” Right now, she’d probably drink to anything.

By the time Corri had eaten her hot dog, Aidan had consumed both of his. She tore open the bag of chips and tilted it toward him. “In case you’re still hungry.”

He waved them away. “No thanks.”

Corri grabbed a few chips and set the bag down on the table. “I shouldn’t be eating them, either, but after today, I’m in the mood to binge.” She proved that by consuming the chips in record time.

Aidan settled his gaze on her lips, then said, “Lean over here.”

She felt an abrupt surge of excitement. “Why?”

“Because you have mustard on your mouth.”

Of course she did. What went better with bad hair and no makeup than a blob of mustard? “Point it out, and I’ll get it.”

“I’ll do it.”

She expected him to pick up a napkin. Instead, he formed his palm to her jaw and rubbed the corner of her lip with his thumb several times. “It’s gone now.”

If it was gone, then why didn’t he move his hand away? Why did he keep looking at her as if he wanted a repeat of the kitchen kiss? And why was she wishing he would kiss her? Easy. She wasn’t in her right mind.

Finally, he let go of her face and took a long drink of the wine. Corri settled back against the sofa, wine in hand, and tried to think of something to say to break the uncomfortable silence. She settled on a question she should have asked the minute he came into the house. “Did you find Kevin?”

His slight weight shift indicated a chink in his normal composure. “Yeah. At his condo. He hadn’t left for the airport yet.”

Apparently she was going to have to wring the information out of him. “What did he say?”

“He told me to mind my own business, and I told him he was a coward.”

That gave Corri a strong sense of satisfaction. “You didn’t punch him, did you?”

“No, but I wanted to when he mentioned suing you and the studio because of the show.”

She pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes. “I’m so sorry, Aidan. Normally he never watches the show.”

“He didn’t. His boss’s wife did.”

“Lovely.”

“I made a few threats of my own, so you don’t have to worry about it.”

That called for a drink of wine, which she took before asking, “What kind of threats?”

“I told him I’d tell his boss that his new senior staff reporter was engaged in activities not job-related when he was supposed to be in Baltimore.”

“Then he did get the promotion.”

“He didn’t tell you?”

“No, he didn’t.” But that explained the breakup; he didn’t need her anymore. “And he was with another woman.” Something that came as no surprise to Corri.

“Yeah. Some cheerleader. And I’m sorry to be the one who had to break the news to you.” Although he didn’t sound at all sorry.

Corri kicked off her flip-flops and curled her legs beneath her. “I’m not shocked, Aidan. As I’ve said, mine and Kevin’s relationship had disaster written all over it from the beginning.”

He studied her straight on. “I don’t understand. If you knew it wasn’t going to work, they why in the hell did you agree to marry him?”

She really hadn’t planned to tell Aidan—or anyone for that matter—the reasons behind her engagement. Frankly, she was embarrassed over the whole thing. But since he’d played white knight for her this afternoon, he deserved an explanation. And if that destroyed their friendship, then she probably deserved it, considering her stupidity. “It’s a long story.”

“I’ve got all night, so let’s hear it.”

Corri drew in a deep draft of air, finished her wine and set the empty glass on the tray. “The trip to Jamaica back in March involved a conference with several of the magazine’s executives, including Kevin’s boss. Kevin explained that Ed and his wife were very conservative, so he convinced me it would be better if we said we were engaged.”

Aidan held up his hands. “Wait a minute. The engagement was a farce?”

It sounded so sordid to Corri, most likely because it was. “You could say that.”

“Then why didn’t you set everyone straight when you came home?”

This was where it became complicated. “Kevin wanted to keep up the pretense until he secured his promotion, and that took much longer than he predicted. I attended all the parties with him as his fiancée because he believed it would look better if it appeared he was settling down.”

Aidan leaned forward and raked a hand down his face. “You’re a smart woman, Corri. I can’t believe you went along with it for nine months.”

“I planned to end it much earlier, but after Freed got wind of the engagement and decided to incorporate the whole impending marriage scenario into the show, and then my ratings soared, I couldn’t do it. Instead, I chose to keep up the act.”

“Freed’s only producing your show because I handed it to him. You should have come to me.”

“And I still might have lost my dream job. You and I both know the ratings were shaky before I left on the Jamaica trip.”

He fell silent, and when Corri couldn’t take it any longer, she said, “I know you think I’m insane. And believe me, I’ve questioned my sanity over the past few months.”

“That whole scene today. Was that an act?”

She stared at her hands now folded in her lap, too ashamed to look at him. “No, it wasn’t. I was really hurt by what Kevin did. The anger was real.”

“Then you did care about him.”

She had, at least in the beginning. “I wouldn’t have done what I did for someone I hated. Although I have to admit, there were times when he did things to me…” She drew in a deep breath and blew it out on a sigh. “Never mind. It’s no longer an issue.”

A flash of anger crossed Aidan’s face. “Tell me what he did to you.”

“It’s not what you think.” In reality, he hadn’t done anything to her, or with her, in a sexual sense. A fact she wasn’t ready to disclose. “When we originally agreed to the engagement, we also agreed to continue dating. Kevin interpreted that as dating not only me, but several other women throughout the country. I finally decided I wasn’t ever going to be enough for him.”

“Kevin’s never been in a steady relationship with anyone for any length of time,” Aidan said. “He’s not going to change, and that’s no reflection on you.”

Corri had definitely learned that the hard way. “You know, I’ve always been a confident person, comfortable in my own skin. But Kevin made me doubt myself, and that’s what I’ve hated most.”

“You’re a beautiful woman, Corri, even if my brother was too blind to see it.”

“He can be very charming.”

“He’s spoiled,” Aidan said. “When we were growing up, he got away with murder while the rest of us had to toe the line. That’s my mother’s fault. Kevin was the sickly twin, and they almost lost him when he was born, so she’s always gone out of her way to defend him, no matter what he’s done.”

“Oh, my gosh. Your mother.” Corri covered her face with her hands. “She always watches the show. She must think I’m horrible.”

Aidan draped an arm over the back of the sofa and lightly touched her shoulder to gain her attention. “You don’t have to worry about that. My parents are in Wisconsin, visiting with my dad’s sister. They won’t be back until Christmas Eve.”

Corri felt some measure of relief, although having to face the O’Briens was inevitable. At least she had a few days to prepare. After Christmas, she would drop by and have a talk with them. “I hope no one will tell her before I have the chance to explain everything.”

“I doubt any of the siblings are going to make her the wiser. And I’m fairly sure Kevin isn’t going to be the one to drop that bomb, at least for a while.”

Mental exhaustion began to set in, bringing about Corri’s yawn. “I’m just too tired to think about anything right now.”

Aidan patted her thigh and stood. “Then I’ll let you go to bed.”

When he offered his hand to help her up, Corri took it without hesitation and came to her feet. “I wouldn’t blame you if you decide not to be my friend any longer.”

“You don’t have to worry about our friendship, Corri. And even if I’m still having trouble getting a handle on what you’ve told me, on some level I understand it.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. We’re both obsessed with our careers, and we’re willing to go to great lengths to succeed.”

Considering Aidan was only thirty-five, he’d accomplished quite a bit. And that prompted several questions in Corri’s mine. “What lengths have you gone to?”

“It’s another long story. I’ll save it for some other time. Now walk me to the door before you drop where you stand.”

When they made it to the entry, Corri gave him a hug before pulling back. “Thanks so much for listening.”

Surprisingly, Aidan kept his arms around her. “Now I’m going to tell you something I’ve never told you before.”

Corri wasn’t certain she could take anymore shocking news. She wasn’t sure she could think with Aidan so close. “This sounds serious.”

“It is.” Placing his palm on her lower back, he nudged her a little closer. “You know that red apron you wear every now and then on the set?”

“Sure. It’s one of my favorites.”

“Mine, too. I’ve imagined you wearing it…and nothing else.”

Okay, this could be too much for her to handle. “I don’t know what to say, Aidan.”

“You don’t have to say anything. But if you want someone to take your mind off your problems, I’m here. Whatever you need, you only have to ask me, and I’m not talking about only work-related needs.”

She needed him to quit staring at her with those captivating green eyes. She needed to quit looking at that to-die-for cleft in his chin, and above that, those incredible lips. She had personal knowledge of how incredible they were, and exactly how they would feel if he kissed her. She wished he would, even if that wasn’t the greatest idea.

He moved her hair back from her shoulder, but instead of pressing his lips against her lips, he brushed a warm, lingering kiss on her neck, right below her ear. “Remember, if you need anything, Corri, all you have to do is ask.”

Before she could even recover from that simple, albeit sexy gesture, before she could answer his proposition, he was out the door. And she must be out of her mind to be so incredibly attracted to Aidan after what she’d been through. One O’Brien brother in her life had been quite enough, even though Aidan was the polar opposite of Kevin.

He was also extraordinarily sexy. And strong. And tempting. Tonight she had noticed the little things about him, like how his green eyes seemed to change color at times—darker when he was serious. Lighter when he smiled, which he didn’t do often enough. Of course, if he did, she would be melting like a good chocolate fondue on a regular basis.

Corri shook herself out of the daze and forced herself back into reality. Through her parents’ example, she’d learned to avoid overriding chemistry in a relationship at all costs. Once the passion between Bridgette and James Harris had played out, there had been nothing left—except an adolescent girl who’d become caught in the middle of her parents’ ongoing war for years.

For that reason, among others, exploring more than friendship with Aidan was very ill-advised, because if the underlying passion finally exploded, she wasn’t certain she could resist being in Aidan’s line of fire.

When the head-turning man entered the crowded exercise arena, Corri did a double take, and almost hurled herself off the treadmill before she had the presence of mind to turn the thing off. For a split second, she’d thought she was about to confront her past.

She should have known it was Kieran, not Kevin, coming toward her, even though they were mirror twins. Over the months, she’d come to recognize the physical differences. They shared the same dark hair and eyes, but Kieran was left-handed, and much more buff. That stood to reason considering he was a personal trainer and owner of three successful gyms, including the one she was standing in at the moment.

When Kieran reached her, Corri smiled, even if an exact replica of her ex-fiancé was the last thing she wanted to see right now. “Hey, Kieran.”

“Hey, Corri.” He straddled the weight bench next to the treadmill. “I’m probably the last person you want to see right now after Kevin’s stunt.”

She added mind-reader to the list of differences. “Then you’ve heard all about it.”

“I saw it,” he said. “I made sure the show was on in the gyms yesterday afternoon.”

Oh, great. The physically fit population of Houston was probably questioning her mental fitness. “Normally, I might thank you for that, but after my little tantrum, you might want to ban me in order to keep your male customers safe.”

He grinned. “I’m not worried about that. I am worried about you, and I apologize for Kevin being an ass.”

“It’s not your fault, Kieran. I know you’re not your brother’s keeper.”

“Don’t think I haven’t been in the past, Corri. He’s done some pretty unforgivable things to me. So if you want me to beat him up, let me know. I’ve been looking for another good excuse for a while now.”

At least most of the O’Brien brothers had honor, even if Kevin hadn’t retained that from the gene pool. “Aidan’s already had a talk with Kevin. Not that it did any good.”

“I’m surprised Aidan didn’t lay him out, considering how he feels about you.”

“He’s a good friend,” she said.

Kieran gave her an incredulous look. “You think that’s all he wants to be to you, Corri?”

“I have no reason to believe anything else.” Not exactly the truth. Though she’d consciously denied the subtle signs for months, they had always existed: in the heated looks he gave her, in the light touches that to most people would appear innocent. In the way he said her name—and somehow she knew exactly how it would sound coming from his mouth if he made love to her—soft, low and sexy. And she couldn’t discount last night, or that day in the kitchen….

“What about that kiss back on St. Patrick’s Day?” Kieran asked, hurling Corri out of her mental musings.

My gosh, he was psychic. Her mouth dropped open momentarily before she snapped it shut. “You know about that?”

“Almost everyone knows about it.”

Great. Just great. “Define almost.”

“If you’re worried Mom knows, don’t be. But all the boys, including Kevin, know about it. I’m not sure about Mallory or Dad.”

And she thought she’d suffered all the shock humanly possible in the past two days. “Did Aidan tell you?”

“Are you kidding? Aidan never tells anyone anything. Kevin saw the two of you together.”

Corri found the fact that Kevin had never mentioned it unfathomable. “Does Aidan know everyone knows?”

“I doubt it. It’s no one’s business but yours and Aidan’s.”

She flipped a hand in dismissal. “It doesn’t matter anyway. It was just one of those things. Something that happened months ago. I’d forgotten all about it.”

Kieran looked doubtful, and rightfully so, considering Corri was lying. “Whatever you say. But I tell you one thing, if given the chance, Aidan would be with you in a heartbeat. And a word of warning. When Aidan wants something, he always gets it, so be prepared.”

Aidan hadn’t been prepared for Corri storming into his office, wearing a pair of black form-fitting yoga pants and a bright-blue windbreaker. Her hair was piled on top of her head, with a few gold strands framing her flushed face. Every inch of her shouted sex, and Aidan’s libido was definitely listening.

After closing the door, she leaned back against it as if her legs might not hold her up. “I’m glad you’re here.”

He could say the same thing to her. “I thought I told you to stay home for a few days.”

“I went to the gym and ran into Kieran. He told me something I wanted to share with you.”

When she strode to his desk at a fast clip and braced her hands on the edge, he recognized she meant business. “Did you know Kieran knows about the kitchen?” she asked.

He closed the lid on his laptop and kept his gaze trained on her face, even though he wanted to give her a slow once-over. “I take it he saw the show yesterday.”

“Not that kitchen.” She pulled back the chair opposite him and collapsed into it. “I’m talking about that day at your parents’ house back in March. At the party. In your mother’s kitchen. In fact, he told me all your brothers know about it, including Kevin.”

That would probably explain Kevin’s persistence in pursuing Corri. His little brother was nothing if not competitive. “I really don’t give a damn who knows about it, Corri. I didn’t take you up against my mother’s china cabinet.” Aidan tried to push away the images that comment evoked, without success. “It was only a kiss.”

“I know what it was,” she said. “I was there, remember?”

“Yeah, you were there, and I’ve never forgotten one moment of it. In fact, I remember every detail.”

“I remember it was a huge mistake.”

Someday soon, he planned to remind her how good it had been. Right now, he needed to focus on business, not on a memory that he’d relived on more than one occasion. “Have you checked your e-mail today?”

She looked surprised by the sudden change in topic. “I decided to wait a while to do that.”

“I’ve already taken a look.”

Her hand went to the zipper on the jacket, lowering it and raising it compulsively, giving Aidan a glimpse of her breasts encased in tight white knit. “How bad is it?”

If she didn’t halt the peep show, it could get bad. In two minutes, he was going to round the desk and take off her damn jacket, and he might not stop there. “Most of the e-mails were from women, and supportive. A few were from men, offering to console you. One guy sent a one-word message.”

“What was that?”

“‘Ouch.’ And some jerk specifically asked you to dinner, as long as you let him pat you down before you got in his Lotus.”

Finally, she smiled. “A Lotus, huh? That might be worth a pat-down.”

It would be a frigid August in Texas before Aidan allowed that to happen. “Now you have to decide if you want to go ahead with the pre-New Year’s Eve taping next Wednesday, or let me pre-empt with one of your other shows.”

She mulled that over a minute before saying, “I’ll do the taping. It will give me the chance to apologize to the fans.”

Aidan reached behind him and grabbed the next item of business that he definitely didn’t like. “Speaking of New Year’s Eve, you’re still scheduled to participate in the children’s charity fund-raising auction.”

She rubbed her forehead. “I’d totally forgotten about that. Are you sure they still want to auction me off?”

“According to Stella, they called this morning to confirm it. But you can back out.” He hoped she would. He didn’t like the thought of some guy paying for a date with her.

She stared off into space for a minute before saying, “It’s for a good cause, so I’ll do it. Besides, it’s only dinner afterward. What’s the worst that could happen?”

She might encounter someone who wanted to take her mind off her troubles before he had that opportunity. But he still had time, and patience. “I’ll let Stella know. That’s it for now.”

“One more thing.” She leaned forward and folded her hands on the desk in a death grip. “Did you record the show on your TV?”

“I did this time because it’s a live airing.” He recorded her show every time so he could analyze her…in non-business-related ways. “Why?”

“Because I didn’t. I was so nervous, I forgot. If it’s okay, I thought I might watch it at your place this afternoon. I could do that here, but I’d rather witness my downfall in private.”

He wasn’t certain she was emotionally ready to see the tape, especially not alone. “Are you sure you don’t want to give it a couple of days?”

“No. I’d rather get it over with. I’m hoping it’s not as bad as I think it is. If you’ll let me have your key, I’ll have it back to you before you leave this evening.”

Aidan refused to leave her at his house by herself. He depressed the intercom and when Stella answered, said, “Tell Freed something’s come up and I need to reschedule our meeting for after lunch instead of during.” Without waiting for his assistant’s response, he turned his attention back to Corri. “I’ll go with you.”

“That’s not necessary, Aidan. Unless you’re afraid I might pilfer all the valuables before I leave, or leave a trail of mangled vegetables in my wake.”

He stood and came around the desk. “I’m not worried about any of that. Since you’ve never been to my house, you don’t know where it is.”

“Now that you put it that way…” She pulled a set of keys out of her pocket. “I’ll drive us.”

Aidan wasn’t going to argue that point. He’d let her call the shots for now, until he found the right time, and the right way, to convince her to give up some control.

Three

Chagrined, Corri handed over the remote control to Aidan and lowered her head. “I’ve definitely seen enough.” And she had, right down to the maniacal look in her eyes when she went after the cucumber.

“Are you sure? I can play it back in slow motion, so we can get the full effect of the cleaver action.”

She had a good mind to push him off his perch on the arm of his expensive beige suede sofa, right onto his gorgeous butt. “I’m glad you think this is funny, because I don’t. I looked like a raving lunatic.”

“You looked moderately pissed off.”

Moderately was definitely an understatement. “I can’t stand the thought of your mom and dad watching this.”

Aidan pointed the remote, selected Erase and wiped out the recording with the push of the button. “Now you don’t have to worry about them seeing it here. And since they don’t own all the latest technology, I doubt they have it recorded.”

Corri hated deceiving people as wonderful as Dermot and Lucine O’Brien. But then she’d been lying to them about Kevin, and that brought about more shame. “I dread seeing them again, and that’s if they even want to see me again.” Just one more thing Kevin had taken away from her.

“You’re practically one of the family, Corri,” he said. “My mother considers you her second daughter.”

And that in itself presented a huge problem. “Was one of the family, Aidan. But not now.”

Feeling restless, Corri came off the sofa and strolled around the large den, stopping at the floor-to-ceiling window to take in the impressive view. The house was situated in a gated community several miles from downtown. She’d definitely been surprised by the location, and the surroundings in general, including a pristine lake and several fountains. The interior design was patently masculine, with contemporary decor that suited Aidan.

“Anything in particular you want to do now, Corri?”

Startled, she spun around and almost lost her balance, saved only by the fast grab of Aidan’s lapels. He gave her that look again, the one he’d brought out last night when she’d thought he might actually kiss her. The one he’d given her on St. Patrick’s Day.

Since the window was at her back, she had nowhere to run, even if that’s what she wanted to. Funny, she didn’t feel like moving at all. But she needed to move—away from him instead of toward him, otherwise she might be making another foolish mistake. “You could give me the grand tour of the house. Unless you need to get back to the studio.”

“Freed can wait.” He braced his palm above her head. “I’m in no hurry to get back.”

Neither was Corri, although she probably should be. But considering she’d have to return to an empty house and no doubt obsess over the show, spending a little more time with Aidan would provide a welcome diversion. “Lead the way.”

“Follow me.”

Corri trailed behind Aidan through the formal dining area and into a huge kitchen straight from her dreams of what a kitchen should be. The appliances were stainless steel, top of the line, right down to the double oven and state-of-the-art refrigerator. She ran her hand over the black granite countertops and muttered, “Incredible.”

“I take it you approve.”

She turned and leaned back against the counter, discovering Aidan had put the center island between them, probably a good thing. He looked so appetizing, she could very well forget herself in the kitchen again. “It’s amazing. Have you ever used it?”

“Only the microwave. But you’re more than welcome to use it anytime. In fact, maybe we should initiate it soon.”

He rounded the island and walked toward her, all cool, deliberate confidence dressed in a blue designer suit and sporting a heated gleam in his green eyes. This time, Corri could easily move aside, get out of his path. But again, she didn’t care to do that, not even when he planted his palms on either side of the counter and leaned into her. “It’s definitely not my mother’s kitchen, but it will have to do.”

And after months of shutting out the memories, Corri waited anxiously for a repeat of that March day, knowing she shouldn’t. And when Aidan finally kissed her, she realized she hadn’t forgotten one detail, either, although the reality was much, much better than the recollection.

Aidan O’Brien had taken the art of kissing to all-time heights. He started out slowly, softly, almost a tease before he slid his tongue inside her mouth. The heady sensations brought about those inevitable chills, that predictable heat, the sense that she would gladly remain this way for hours. In his arms. Under his spell.

Without warning, he lifted her up onto the cabinet, taking his place between her parted legs. With one hand, he lowered the zipper on her jacket, slowly, slowly, then formed his palms to her sides, his thumbs lightly stroking her ribcage.

Had Corri been able to claim any reticence to that point, it would have disintegrated the minute Aidan palmed her breasts, stroked her nipples through the knit, made her want to know how his hands would feel on her bare skin.

But as quickly as he’d broken down all her resistance, he broke the kiss and dropped his hands to her hips. She saw the desire in his eyes, heard it in his voice when he said, “I could have my fly down in two seconds and make love to you right here, right now.” He lifted her jacket’s zipper back into proper position. “But…”

But? But what? This was no time for buts, not when Corri was so willing to let him have his wicked way with her before her common sense came back around.

He lowered his head and angled his body away. “I have an appointment in less than an hour to discuss your show.”

Corri felt as if she’d been dowsed by a bucket of ice water. Okay, slightly cool water. The heat still hadn’t quite dissipated, even if her job had horned in on the moment. “Shouldn’t I be there at the meeting?”

Aidan held out his hand and helped her down from the counter. “Let me take care of this, Corri.”

He reeled her back into his arms and slid one hand over her hip before subtly brushing his fingertips across her belly. “And someday soon, I plan to take care of your other needs, too.”

“I suppose it could be worse, Aidan.”

Freed Allen’s monotone was starting to grate on Aidan’s nerves. “Corri’s going to survive this. In fact, she’ll probably come out of it more popular than before.”

“You could definitely say that,” Parker Hampton added. “I got a call from a friend at the cable network. It’s rumored they’re going to make Corri an offer after the first of the year.”

Nothing Aidan didn’t already know. Her agent had said as much to him at a cocktail party the week before, even if a firm deal wasn’t in place, and Corri hadn’t been apprised of the possibility. As much as he despised the thought of her leaving the studio, that opportunity rarely came along in the business, and it would be wrong to keep Corri from realizing her potential.

“Did the cable channel see her last show?” Freed asked.

“Yeah, and from what I understand, they don’t care,” Parker said. “But that’s the cable mantra. If it’s controversial, then go for it.”

Aidan’s self-interest kept intruding, in spite of his attempts to halt it. “It’s not a done deal, so let’s move on.”

“But if it does go through, that means we would have to let her out of her contract,” Freed said. “We’ll have to take a look at that.”

Aidan’s mood was quickly deteriorating. “We’re not going to do anything yet. And what’s been said in this room goes no further until we have confirmation.”

Parker raised his hands, palms first. “I’m not going to say a word.”

“Nor will I,” Freed added.

Aidan tossed his pen aside and leaned back in his chair. “Unless anyone has anything else to add, this meeting’s over.”

Freed stood first. “I only have one more thing to say. We’re letting Corinna slide this time, but if she pulls another stunt like the last one, then she’s gone.”

Aidan gave him a hard look. “That’s my decision to make, not yours.” Unfortunately, he couldn’t guarantee Corri wouldn’t have another episode like the last, particularly if someone did something to anger her. Which meant he needed to proceed with caution.