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whole new level. Boxed lunches and breakfasts would be child’s play.
    “That’s what I want to hear. Now let’s go back inside. It’s a little warm out here. I just wanted you to have a chance to enjoy the view. I’m anxious to hear what you have in store for my guests.”
    Julie’s mind was working so fast, she didn’t realize he had stopped in front of his study door. Her body, still moving forward, bumped into his hard chest. She backed up, embarrassed and a little shaken. “So sorry.”
    He smiled. “Your mind is elsewhere. As long as you’re thinking about me, it’s not a problem.”
    For a moment she was tongue-tied. Recovering quickly, she said, “You’re right. My mind is going a million miles a minute with ideas, but I know you have your own ideas, too. I want to make sure you get exactly what you want.”
    “Rest assured, Julie. That won’t be a problem. I always get exactly what I want.”
    Noah Jamison had a way of saying things that put her on edge. She knew she was going to have to overcome her nerves and quickly. There was no room for anything less than her total concentration on the business of making his party a success. Noah Jamison, the man, was off-limits, and she wasn’t going to let herself lose sight of that, no matter how unsettling those beautiful blue eyes were when they looked into hers.
    The rest of the afternoon she talked and he listened and vice versa. She bounced a number of ideas off him that she was happy to say he seemed to like. She knew she was biting off more than she could chew, but she couldn’t stop herself. She found herself wanting to please him more than she had ever wanted to please anyone. When it came to talking dollars and cents, she knew she needed to speak with Kelly. She couldn’t price this on her own. She needed time, and luckily he understood.
    “I’ll develop a proposal with an estimate that I can e-mail to you or fax if you like.”
    “E-mail’s fine.” He pulled out his business card.
    She did the same. She was going to leave him with some of their menus but thought better of it. What he wanted far exceeded what was on their current menus. She was going to need to come up with something totally new and a helluva lot more sophisticated than what they normally served their clients.
    “Once you’ve approved our proposal, will I be working directly with your assistant?”
    “You’re my assistant where this is concerned. You report directly to me. We will work very closely on this. I’m a hands-on man when it comes to something this important to me. I know you might find that strange since I have a staff of very capable people, but it’s how I do things, and so far it’s worked for me.”
    “I have no doubt that it has. You’re obviously very successful.”
    “I know what I want, and I want you, Julie Larson”—he stopped for a second to look directly into her eyes, holding her gaze—“to work your magic and make this exactly what I envision it will become, a reflection of my success. That’s why I must insist you oversee everything and not just the catering.”
    His gaze was so intense that once again she found herself tongue tied. She saw his full lips turn into a grin. He knows, she thought suddenly, how to captivate a woman into getting exactly what he wants. He’s not above using his blatant sex appeal either. This was, she knew without a doubt, a powerful and dangerous man. She wondered what he would be like if he were ever crossed, or more than that, what it would be like to be in his bed. Not that she ever intended to find out on either count. She felt herself shiver. She knew she had to steel herself against his raw sexuality and focus entirely on the business at hand. She had a feeling she better do right by this man or instead of taking her business to a new level, he could very well destroy it.
    Trying to be the professional he expected, she took a breath. “Mr. Jamison, you are in good hands. My company is exactly what