“So what do you think?” She shifted closer, her eyes wide and eager.

He breathed out roughly, considering his response before he opened his mouth. The thing was, Nate Harper had been hot for Casey Sullivan for years, but when he answered her, he wasn’t speaking from below the belt. He was speaking from the brain. He was speaking as a businessman. As someone who was on the receiving end of pitches all day long. “You nailed it, Casey. I have no doubt that we’ll be celebrating at dinner later,” he said, since he’d already made a reservation at the hottest new fusion restaurant on Bourbon Street.

She flashed a big, bright smile, her eyes glittering with excitement. “Here’s hoping we’ll be toasting to lingerie and dildos tonight,” she said, as she dipped a hand into her purse and reapplied her lipstick. They pulled up to her destination in the downtown business section.

She grabbed the door handle, ready to head to her meeting. Then she stopped and turned to look at him, a softness in her eyes. “By the way, thank you for doing this for me. The plane, the car, the room at your hotel. . .”

“It was nothing. I’m happy to help. I’ll make sure your suitcase gets to your room.”

She nudged his shoulder. “Guess what? I even remembered to bring my shampoo. No hotel shampoo needed this time. Though I’m sure yours is fabulous.”

He laughed. It was a running joke. She was particular about her shampoo, but always packed in a rush so she often forgot to bring it along.

Minutes later, he walked across the cobblestone courtyard of The Luxe, lush with greenery and a fountain playing a lazy rhythm, then through the gilded revolving doors and into the marble lobby. Within seconds, his hotel manager rounded the corner and marched over to him.

“Good to see you again, Mr. Harper,” Daniel said. The man had a homing beacon installed, but then, that’s what a good manager should do—zero in on the boss. He’d done so nearly every time Nate had stepped through the front doors the last few days. When he’d arrived earlier in the week, Daniel’s first words had been: “We weren’t expecting you ’til next week, but we’re always glad when you take the time to visit.”

That was because Nate had rearranged his schedule so that his trip to visit his company’s recently renovated French Quarter property intersected with Casey’s New Orleans venture. He had no notions whatsoever of acting on his attraction; he’d learned to live with it and tamp it down. He simply knew this potential deal was important to her so he wanted to make sure he did everything he could, from the private ride through the sky, to the room on the top floor. She deserved it. He’d never met a harder worker than Casey, and if he could deliver a few perks for her, well hell—that was why he was in the business of delivering perks.