called. “Ms. Johnson! You forgot something.” She’d turned and it was him, and when he caught up with them he handed her a folded piece of paper. With a sexy smile that had turned her insides mushy, he’d said, “You forgot my number. Call me,” and hurried back inside. Ivy smiled to herself, remembering his words when she finally called. “Do you have a habit of picking up waiters in restaurants where you dine?” he’d asked. “Yes. I have one in every city.” His amused laugh came right away. They’d made a date for when he left work the next day, and so had begun her summer romance with Lucas Baylor. Ivy sat down on one of two sofas and picked up her electronic tablet from the table beside it. She swiped the screen and did what she’d avoided doing over the years. She did a search for Lucas and found his website. On the home page she saw his book prominently displayed, The Rules of Man , dubbed the relationship handbook for the modern woman. She read the blurb and then continued to explore the site. In the bio section he gave a quick summary of his educational background and his current life. He was an adjunct professor of creative writing at Mercer University’s Atlanta campus and wrote a weekly blog. She was surprised to learn that he’d spent three years teaching English in South Korea instead of the one-year assignment he’d initially signed up for. He must have loved it there. His author website didn’t mention whether or not he was married, but she hadn’t seen a ring on his finger. “Interesting name,” she murmured, when she saw the blog title read Why He Won’t Marry You . She skimmed the articles, most of which covered what women should expect in romantic relationships, from a male perspective. Clearly he was successful based on the thousands of blog followers, and each of his posts had hundreds of commenters. Full conversations and heated debates took place in the comments section. She zoomed in on the headshot of him and focused on the broad, megawatt smile that rivaled the brightness of the sun. He had nice lips. She traced a finger over them and closed her eyes. A quiet shudder ran through her as she remembered how much she’d enjoyed kissing those deliciously thick lips of his. “Luscious Lucas” her friends had called him. Every time they said it, they added a lascivious smile and a little shimmy—all because of those lips of his. And she’d been the lucky one who’d enjoyed them during the most exciting summer of her life. Sighing, Ivy clutched the tablet to her chest. What would he do—how would he react, if he knew what she’d done?
Chapter Four Ivy’s driver pulled up in front of the Johnson Enterprises building, the seat of her family’s multi-billion dollar beer and restaurant business. The family business had started as a small brewery a generation before and blossomed into a heavyweight in the beer industry. It was one of the few beer companies still privately-owned and U.S.-owned. Their chain of restaurants were a successful and lucrative enterprise, as well. She waited for Lloyd to come around and open her door. “Don’t forget to pick up Katie for my lunch with her,” she said as she stepped onto the pavement. “Only you and the little one today?” Lloyd asked. “Yes. No executives or bankers or anyone like that.” She smiled. “Just me and Katie. She’s been looking forward to our lunch date, so I cleared several hours for her. Janelle will be waiting downstairs at the hotel with her for you, and you can bring her up in the executive elevator.” “Understood, ma’am. Have a good morning.” Ivy lifted her briefcase over her shoulder and walked into the atrium. Employees buzzed around and headed to their offices. Some acknowledged her with head nods. Others averted their eyes as if not worthy to even look at her. The latter response always made her uncomfortable. “Good morning.” She called the cheery greeting to