the obvious—
“You mean the fact I come from a long line of Irish Nationalists, some known for their affiliation with the NIRA—some who were directly involved with the Troubles?”
He patiently explained, “Something more personal. I want to know what drives you.”
So did she. For the most part, her environment and her family background were the contributing factors. Her background kept her ever vigil, but the driving force behind her goals was a determination to develop her computer genius into a money-making venture. With enough money she was able to help kids who’d faced what she had, being raised on the streets of Belfast under the umbrella of danger, prejudice, and hatred. Changes came after her father led the coalition to agree to a cease-fire—not enough changes and not quickly enough.
Being successful was finally bringing her the wealth she needed. Now she could give something back to the underprivileged, give them something to hope for.
She tossed back a glass of white wine. What had started as cool flirting in the very expensive London restaurant, heated up. At some point after the meal and before dessert, the immediate attraction hit her, and he couldn’t have overlooked her interest any more than she did his. She tried to fight the instant pull but wondered why she should. As far as she was concerned, the business deal was off the table the minute her female parts jumped in, but sex was still a good possibility as heat simmered between them.
Maybe a business deal with Cade could have side benefits, but Rowan wasn’t sure about this man’s intentions, nor was she certain they’d ever come to that kind of a deal. She investigated his company before agreeing to dinner, and she didn’t find anything, even after checking with a few underworld friends. She’d dug deep…now she would put out feelers to her old companions on the dark net. Omega claimed he was clear, and for now on this level, she was okay with him. But evidence contradicted that fact.
In a way, she hoped this one was a good guy, because there was just something about him that made her think passion and permanence and superhero. American with a slight Virginia accent, Cade James brought out the feminine side of Rowan that she thought she’d buried after her mother died. Years of training with her father and grandfather squelched anything feminine that could have bloomed. Her father still struggled to bring peace to Northern Ireland, but memories were long and angry.
At fifteen, when she almost ended up in jail, Dame Lily Hampstead had come to her rescue. Rowan wouldn't be where she was today, if the British head of security and counter intelligence hadn’t hired her to work for the government cyber division. Lily Hampstead had also taught her how to be a woman in a man’s world.
Staring at the man across the table, she was tempted to call Lily for advice. If Rowan ever considered becoming one of those women who fell for brains, good looks, and muscles, this would be the time, and the mutual chemistry was there steaming up the dinner, too.
His voice was just the right pitch to uncoil the restrictions she’d placed on her female parts, and her morals were fighting their way free, ready to accommodate the man sitting across from her. She fought the growing sensations, and tried to reason her body back to following good sense.
What the hell? Why?
When was the last time she gave in to her own base needs? This felt different. This time she would concede to desire, ignore the business offer no matter what it was, and take him up on the sex. That way she wouldn’t be completely compromising her integrity. He hadn’t offered but he would, of that she was certain from the light in his eyes and the bulge in his pants.
Dessert hadn’t even arrived before he pulled out a folded contract and handed it to her. Next, he placed a very fat envelope beside her drink on the table.
Rowan put the contract down, picked up the envelope and