She hadn’t expected him to be that honest. Though she didn’t doubt that his assessment of her was dead on. After all, the man seemed to have an eye for that kind of thing.“I bet you say that to all the women you’re trying to sweet-talk.”Inside, she looked around as she stripped off her coat in the small foyer. The living space was all wooden floors, scattered rugs and dark, massive furniture. And not much of the latter.As far as apartments went, it was spacious. The man obviously loathed clutter or the appearance of it. There was one small mess on his coffee table, consisting of papers, several coffee cups and a few books and magazines, all fraternizing with one another to form a collage.It was the following day, coming on the heels of an almost utterly sleepless night. She knew there’d be hell to pay with Sutherland after she had deigned to place pencil point to paper and edit his manuscript. With that, and keeping in mind what he meant to Randolph & Sons, she’d promised herself that she would treat the man with kid gloves.
