Kiss Me Forever (Bachelors & Bridesmaids #1) Read Free Page B

magazine."
    "You read World News Today ?" she asked doubtfully.
    He met her gaze. "Does that surprise you?"
    "A little," she admitted.
    "So, you've already made a judgment—I thought you were here to get to know me."
    "I am, and you're right."
    A gleam came into his eyes. "A woman who can admit she is wrong—now I'm surprised."
    "And you're also making a generalization."
    He nodded. "Good point. So we table the snap judgments and generalizations?"
    "All right."
    "Getting back to the rules governing our interview. You may ask any question that you like, and I, in turn, will answer any question that I like."
    He delivered his terms with a charming smile, but Andrea wasn't at all fooled. He was not going to make getting his story easy, at least not the story she wanted—the one that would flesh out his true character. But she wasn't going to argue the point now. She would bide her time and wait for her opportunity. Hopefully, it would come sooner rather than later. Roger had given her ten days, and she could not come up short again, not after the last six weeks.
    "Well?" Alex prodded.
    "Whatever you say. I certainly want you to be comfortable."
    What she really wanted was to shake him up and get him to confess all sorts of scandalous secrets to her. But so far, she seemed to be the one feeling a little off balance.
    "Thank you," he said. "By the way, if I offended you with the bulldog remark, I apologize. I had no idea you were standing there."
    "So you're not sorry that you said it, only sorry that I heard you." She sent him a direct look and waited for him to squirm, but he didn't, and it was rather disconcerting. Instead of anger, she saw another smile play across his lips.
    "Would it surprise you to know that I was very fond of my aunt's bulldog?"
    His smile grew broader and more persuasive, and Andrea had to fight with herself not to respond. She decided to change the subject. "What plans do you have for this evening, Mr. Donovan? My boss mentioned something about dinner."
    "Why don't you call me Alex, and I'll call you Andrea? As for tonight, I have reservations for dinner at the Crystal Terrace."
    It was just what she had expected, the most expensive and trendiest restaurant in San Francisco. "Very nice. But you don't have to impress me. I'm much more interested in the real man than the image."
    "Really?" he asked dryly. "Then you're the first in a long time. Let me sign one contract, and we'll go."
    Andrea nodded. While he was reading through some paperwork on his desk, she walked across the room to take a closer look at the train. It was incredibly detailed she thought. Whoever had built this had done it with a great deal of love and passion.
    "You can start the train if you like," Alex said.
    "Oh. No, thanks."
    "You can't break it. It's built for kids."
    "It seems expensive."
    "It is, but it's also meant to be played with. Did you ever play with trains when you were a child?"
    She shook her head. "Never. I grew up with a sister and mother who both thought the only toys appropriate for girls were dolls and play kitchens."
    "Then you've missed out."
    She shrugged. "I wouldn't say that." Although she had wished for more variety when she was younger. She'd been a tomboy at heart.
    Alex walked around his desk and flipped the switch, sending the train on its way. "My favorite story growing up was The Little Engine That Could . I see my life like that train, just chugging away toward the top of the mountain."
    She raised an eyebrow. "Seriously? Your career is more like the flight of a jet airplane than a slow-moving train. You made your first million before age twenty-five and seven years later you're the Man of the Year for World News Today. If that's not moving fast, I don't know what is."
    Alex grinned. "You might have a point. What about you? Are you on a fast jet or a slow train?"
    "Me? At the moment, I'm on a horse going backward."
    Alex burst out laughing, a genuine smile crossing his lips. "You're very candid,