Page 28 of Dare to Surrender (NY Dares 1)
She flipped through them. “Okay, I’m on these. I leave for Chicago on Wednesday,” she reminded me.
“I remember.” Lisa did a lot of travel for the initial consultation phase of a project and again during install.
Lisa headed for her office, and I returned to my work. A few hours later, my stomach growling, I headed out for lunch. Lisa’s office was located near Cosi’s, my favorite sandwich shop, and I ate outside, enjoying the sun on my skin, the light breeze blowing across my face and through my curls. I returned to the office refreshed and ready to work.
“Isabelle, I’ve been calling your cell for the last fifteen minutes!” Lisa said as soon as I stepped out of the stairwell. I’d taken to walking up the four flights, the trip up and down the only form of exercise I had time for.
“I’m here now. I didn’t have any appointments scheduled. What’s wrong?” I asked.
She shoved a folder into my hands. I glanced down. Elite was typed on the folder label. “New client?” I asked.
Lisa nodded, rushing me through the main entry and toward the conference room.
“Then why aren’t you taking them? You screen the clients, I work on the—”
“She asked for you,” Lisa said.
I narrowed my gaze. “Nobody knows about me.” I paused. “My designing abilities, I mean.”
“Doesn’t matter. This is a nightclub to end all nightclubs. Only the crème de la crème will go there, or should I say, be deigned entry. The woman in that room asked for you, so go!” Lisa shoved lightly on my back.
This whole scenario made no sense. Grasping the folder, I opened the door to the small conference room. “Lisa—” I glanced over to find my boss had disappeared.
I straightened my shoulders and headed inside, coming face-to-face with a petite brunette with dark blue eyes—eyes I’d seen not once but twice before. Eyes I wouldn’t forget, even if this time they were in the face of a beautiful female.
“You must be Lucy Dare,” I said, proud my voice didn’t shake and betray my shock.
She smiled wide. “Isabelle.”
I shut the door behind me and stared at the woman who looked so much like her brothers. I didn’t know where to begin, so I started with the obvious. “Thank you.”
“For what?” Lucy tipped her head to the side, curiosity—about all things me—oozing from her as she openly studied me.
“For letting me borrow your clothes.” I blushed as I said it, but she deserved my gratitude. I’d come to Gabe with nothing but the clothes on my back, literally.
She waved a hand away. “What’s mine is Gabe’s to lend.” She laughed but quickly sobered when she met my gaze. “He’s never done that before. Ever.”
Somehow I knew that. Believed her. Believed in him.
“What can I do for you?” I asked.
“What do you know about our club business?” she asked.
“Not much.” I hadn’t been around long enough to learn about Gabe’s holdings.
“Good.”
“Excuse me? You’re obviously here to talk business, and you’re glad I don’t know much. How does that make sense?”
She smiled then. “I like you. And I can see why Gabe’s hooked.”
I narrowed my gaze. “I haven’t spoken to him in three months.”
She waved a hand. “It doesn’t matter. Anyway, all of our current clubs are elite and exclusive. They cater to an upper-class clientele. Well-off people looking to blow off steam and pay a hefty fee to just walk in the front door.”
Lucy, wearing a white pair of slacks, a yellow silk halter top, and high-heeled strappy sandals, began to pace as she spoke. Hands flying, animated, she was clearly in her element when discussing her business.
“All interesting facts, but it doesn’t explain why you’re here.” I figured Lucy wanted to meet the woman who’d invaded her brother’s life for a short time. Because I couldn’t imagine that Gabe had pined for long—or at all—after I left.
