Rayne McKinnon sells a lucrative security-consulting job and it's time to move on to his next objective: adding a partner. He wants Emsley Bourne, personally and professionally, and puts a plan in motion to achieve his goal. She only has to follow through with her usual tradition.
Emsley lives for the next thrill, in business and life. She's got a unique skill set and uses it to gain access to Rayne's cabin to follow through on her standard short-sheeting escapade. Imagine her surprise when she discovers Rayne soaking in a tub full of bubbles. Busted, she can either flee the scene--or join Rayne for some bath time fun.
The tradeshow paid off! Right on schedule.
Rayne McKinnon shook hands with Jorn Pestle, sealing the most lucrative security-consulting job he'd ever landed. "I'll have preliminary recommendations to you by Tuesday."
Pestle smiled. "Now, Rayne, there's no rush. And with the amount I just agreed to pay, you should be able to kick back and skate for at least a week. Don't you ever take any downtime?"
Rayne chuckled. "Staying on my toes is the entire reason I sold you on my services."
Jorn nodded. "True, true. But at least take the night and do something fun."
Rayne agreed. He had a plan to celebrate already in place. Nothing Jorn would probably find enjoyable, but Rayne didn't particularly care. If tradition held firm, he had the potential to do something way more than fun.
Heading out of the main lodge's executive lounge, he dropped by the concierge to place a quick order for room service, to be delivered in about an hour. He needed to make a few strategic stops before he made his way to the private cabin tucked back in a dense copse of tall pines.
Wandering around the vendor area, he spied the booth he'd been seeking. He'd been too busy meeting with potential clients to get into the sales room before now. Making a quick perusal, he didn't see the person he wanted, but oh, he heard her. Her loud peal of laughter preceded her when she exited from the private transaction space curtained off from the rest of the booth. The enthusiastic handshake with her buyer indicated she'd made a big sale.
Rayne strolled by casually, scanning the gadgets placed in a pleasing display on the tables and wire mesh racks lined up behind. He didn't check to see if he'd caught her attention. He had... always did. She usually booked the same conferences. And, inevitably, he bumped into her at least once a day over the weekend.
He looked forward to seeing her. His attraction made him keep some distance--he couldn't afford to get into anything hot and heavy. At least he hadn't wanted to while he built the business and his reputation. But she made it impossible for him to ignore her completely.
Every convention--for the past year--the same thing happened. And six months ago, he'd finally figured her for the culprit. He hadn't spent years setting up security systems without honing his hacking skills.
Making one full turn around the vendor area, he exited through the far double doors, strolled through the lobby, and out the main entrance. At his vehicle, he hefted a leather bag up and over a shoulder and tucked a laptop under his arm. A small grin quirked his lips when he started toward the gravel walkway that would lead to his private cabin.
He couldn't wait to get inside and unwind--and see if things played out the way he expected.