I had a business proposition to discuss, but I’ve decided I’d rather get to know you. Will you consider having a drink with me? That’s what he could have said back in the elevator, or in the living room, before Sarah had kissed him and his synapses had fried beyond all usefulness. He should have taken business off the table the second his hormones started driving for him. But he hadn’t and now Sarah thought the only reason he’d slept with her was to save his winery. It wasn’t so. For two years, Windy Valley had been about the only thing occupying his mind, but tonight the stress of trying to keep the place his uncle left him productive had slipped away entirely in the face of his drive, his need, to be with Sarah. It had been all-encompassing, searing in its intensity. It had made him forget everything he was supposed to be trying to achieve. Now the idea of striking a deal with Sarah and her company was defunct. No way could he live with the possibility he’d exchanged sex for a leg up in business.
