Yours for the Taking

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Author: Robin Kaye
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get which, in his book, was a good thing. He had always gone for the tall, blonde, cover-girl types. Gina was gorgeous, but a far cry from supermodel material. She couldn’t be more than five feet tall, and even with the ridiculously high heels she teetered around on, the top of her head still didn’t reach his shoulder. Gina was beautiful in a sexy-as-hell Latin pixie way. The only thing missing was the fairy dust. She had a huge personality and an even larger attitude; the fact that it was all contained in such a tiny and delicate package was mind-blowing. Everything was tiny, well, except for her mouth—it was a bit too wide with full red lips, which looked as if they were picked out in a cosmetic surgeon’s office along with her breasts. There was nothing small about those either, not that he was thinking about her lips or her breasts. Especially not her breasts. No. He had gotten up close and personal with more than one off-the-rack pair and even without touching, he knew hers were the real thing. “Gina, thanks for coming.
    Watching Gina walk toward him was like watching a three-ring circus. He didn’t know which ring to pay attention to. In ring number one, short-cropped, black hair framed her face and fell over copper eyes that flashed with equal parts intelligence and mischief. Her wide mouth painted a hot, wet red was set in a strained yet polite smile. In the center ring were her amazing breasts showcased in the turquoise twist bodice of a color block business dress and black jacket that, on her, looked sexy as sin. In ring number three was the rest of her—her small waist, the tight black skirt hugged her hips and thighs, and her tiny feet encased in fuck-me pumps made her legs look a mile long—created a hell of a show.
    Gina stopped in front of him and looked up. He supposed she had to. “The last time I was at the gallery, Annabelle was complaining about you moving her office off the main floor and up here.”
    “She took her old office back and is downstairs since Becca Ronaldi joined the partnership.”
    “Where’s your office, Ben?”
    “I don’t have one for the gallery. I’m more of a silent partner.” He stepped out into the hall and held the door open for her. “Come on in.”
    She walked in ahead of him, which was probably a mistake on his part. It was bad enough watching her walk toward him. Damn, when it came to a fine ass, J. Lo had nothing on Gina. She stopped in the middle of the postmodern, minimalist living room—a spark of color, curves, and heat among the cold, hard lines, white leather, and chrome—and turned in a circle “Wow, this is beautiful. It looks like something out of a magazine. Who’s your decorator?”
    “I didn’t use one. Can I get you a drink?”
    Gina shook her head, her bangs rearranging themselves over her copper eyes as if to clear her thoughts. “Club soda, if you have it. We’re talking business and I don’t believe in three martini lunches.”
    “It’s dinner.” Ben caught Gina’s eye roll and laughed. “Make yourself at home. I’ll just be a minute.” Instead of using the wet bar, he went into the kitchen to check on the hors d’oeuvres. The tarts needed another minute or two. He closed the oven and wished Gina had asked for a mixed drink because he could really use one right about now. Ben poured the sodas and brought them along with a cheese tray and a tray of assorted sushi. When he returned, he found Gina studying a piece from his personal art collection. It was by one of his favorite up-and-coming artists. He watched her reaction to the mixed media painting. “It’s called ‘New York Subway.’”
    “It’s amazing.” She continued studying the work; there was a lot of it to study. The piece was five feet tall and more than four feet wide. After a moment, she turned to face Ben and looked surprised when he handed her a plate.
    “The tarts will be out in a minute.”
    Gina walked back to the coffee table, picked up her glass,

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