Affair with the Rebel Heiress Read Free Page B

company, there was resentment from the ownership and employees. People resisted, even feared, change. And that’s where Ford came in. He talked to them. Smoothed the way. Convinced them that FMJ was a company they could trust.
    He flashed a smile at Matt. “I can do my part no matter what the company is. Why do I need to vote?”
    While he spoke, he absently opened his desk drawer and tossed the pocketknife in. As if of their own accord, his fingers drifted to the delicate gold earring he kept stored in the right-hand corner.
    The earring was shaped like a bird, some kind of seabird, if he wasn’t mistaken. Its wings were outstretched as if it were diving for a fish, its motion and yearning captured in perfect miniscule detail.
    Ford’s fingertip barely grazed the length of its wingspan before he jerked his hand out and slammed the drawer shut.
    It was her earring. Kitty Biedermann’s. The woman from the bar in Texas.
    He’d discovered it in the front of his rented pickup when he’d gone to turn the truck in. Now he wished he’d left it there. It wasn’t like he was going to actually return the earring to its owner.
    Yes, when he’d first found the earring, he’d had Wendy, FMJ’s executive assistant, look Kitty up, just to see how hard it would be to hunt her down. But then Kitty Biedermann turned out to be a jewelry store heiress.
    What was he going to do, fly to New York to return the earring? He was guessing she didn’t want to see him again any more than he wanted to see her. But now he was stuck with this stupid bird earring.
    As much to distract himself as anything, he rocked back in his chair and said, “Okay, let’s buy a company. What do they do again?”
    “What do you mean, what do they do?” Jonathon grumbled. “This is the company you researched.”
    Ford nudged his foot against the edge of the desk and set his chair to bobbing. “What are you taking about? I didn’t research a company.”
    “Sure you did.” Jonathon held out the portfolio.When Ford didn’t take it, Jonathon settled for tossing in on Ford’s desk. “The same day I sent out that first list of companies to consider, you e-mailed Wendy and told her to dig up anything she could find on Biedermann Jewelry. Since you seemed interested in them, Matt and I voted and…”
    Listening to his partner talk, Ford let his chair rock forward and his feet drop to the floor. With a growing sense of dread, he flipped open the portfolio. And there was the proposal. To buy Biedermann Jewelry.
    His stomach clenched like he’d been sucker punched.
    Had Wendy misunderstood his casual, Hey, see what you can find out about Kitty Biedermann? But of course Wendy had. She was obsessively thorough and eager to please.
    With forced nonchalance he asked, “Have you put a lot of work into this deal yet?”
    “A couple hundred man hours,” Jonathon hedged. “Biedermann’s is circling the drain. We need to move fast.”
    Matt normally wasn’t the most intuitive guy. But he must have heard something in Ford’s voice, because he asked, “What’s up, Ford? You having doubts?”
    “It’s a pretty risky deal,” he said simply. Maybe he could gently redirect their attention.
    But Jonathon shook his head. “It isn’t really. Biedermann’s has always been a strong company. They’ve been undervalued ever since Isaac Biedermann died last year. But I can turn them around.” Jonathon’s lipsquirked in one of his rare grins. “Kind of looking forward to the challenge, actually.”
    Ford had seen that look in Jonathon’s eyes before. Jonathon was ready to gobble up Biedermann’s. Any minute now he’d be picking his teeth with the bones of Biedermann’s carcass.
    Unless Ford stopped him.
    Which he could do. All he’d have to do is explain about Kitty. And the earring.
    But what was he really supposed to say? Don’t buy the company because I slept with her? He usually preferred relationships to last a little longer than one night, but he