Dream Man (Executive Women in Love Book 1) Read Online Free

growled as she thought about food. She’d been in such a hurry she’d forgotten to eat breakfast.
    Her cell buzzed in her back pocket. She answered without checking the caller ID. “Hello?”
    “Felicity, this is Max Marx.”
    OMG! It’s him. He’s calling ME. Must act calm and professional.
    “Yes, er, how are you?”
    “Good. How’s your sister?”
    Felicity motioned Shantae to take over as she skirted out to the hallway for some quiet. “Jenny’s home. And with a renewed attitude. She wants to go to college.” Why she brought that up she didn’t know. He’d hardly be interested.
    “Wonderful. I know you were concerned about her.”
    He cared enough to remember?
    “I’m calling to schedule lunch with you. I have some time this week. Would you like to meet for lunch or dinner? I—I realized you may not be able to get away from the set during business hours . . .”
    Felicity mentally ran through her schedule. “No, yes, it’s quite all right. I rarely take lunch, though Thursday is usually a lighter day.”
    “Okay. We’ll do dinner then? How about we meet at six at the Fig and Olive on Thursday?”
    “Sure, that would be great.”
    “Great. See you then.”
    Maxwell Marx is interested in my project. Unbelievable. Wait ‘till I tell Margo!
    Before jumping to conclusions and spouting off at the mouth to her friends, she needed to feel Max out. See if he can really help her.
    Did she have all of her ducks in order? She’d better get to her project research and be prepared to give Max all the facts before she met him. And in only two days, actually one and a half days. Would she be ready in time?
    Max got to the Fig and Olive fifteen minutes ahead of schedule. He sipped his water and took in the décor. Painted fish swam on ceiling-to-floor antique mirrors, white columns sprinkled the hard, oak-wood floors, and stained-glass windows streaked multiple colors through the restaurant in the early evening sun.
    Felicity strode in. Her wall-to-wall smile lit up the room. Max stood and waved to get her attention. When she arrived at his table, he took her hand and kissed it. She seemed a little shocked. Well, dammit, she was ravishing in her neat pencil skirt and pink button blouse with matching lipstick.
    And they say guys don’t notice what women wore.
    Max certainly did.
    “Nice to see you again, Miss Burgess.”
    “It’s Felicity.”
    “And I’m Max to you.”
    She sat with the ease of a summer’s day. Not a single sign of nerves, and Max suspected Felicity had them. Still she held herself with grace and poise. As soon as she’d settled, the waiter approached and asked for their drink order. She ordered Saratoga water.
    To hell with it. He ordered a martini straight-up. “I’m off for the rest of the week, so might as well relax.”
    Felicity shrugged and pulled out a huge pile of paperwork from her briefcase.
    Max could see Miss Burgess was all about business.
    “I did some research and found evidence supporting the idea for the new series. I’d like to call it Executive Women in Action. I believe it’d perfect for a Sunday prime time slot. It can get everyone psyched-up for the week. What do you think?”
    Her vivacious brown eyes sparkled with green flickers as she spoke and presented various schedules and charts. Max was impressed with the depth of work she’d done for the proposal.
    “Max?”
    He snapped to attention.
    She’d caught him daydreaming. What was it about this woman that unraveled him? “Yes, I’m with you. I’m getting a little overwhelmed by this mountain of paperwork. We haven’t even ordered dinner.”
    “Oh, I’m so sorry. My bad.” Felicity quickly gathered the paperwork and stuffed them in her attaché case. She opened the menu and quickly glanced it over then placed it to the side. “Do you know what you’re having?”
    “I’m going to get the grilled tuna over a salad.”
    “I think I’ll have the crab-stuffed tilapia.”
    Max called the waiters