Nothing's Sweeter than Candy (5 page)

Candace simply shook her head and laughed. It wasn't surprising that Joyce expected her to take care of the situation. She was used to being her go-to girl for everything in the office. She was her receptionist, secretary, and personal assistant, all in one.

“Actually, Joyce, that's a great idea. I've been telling you for ages that we need to overhaul our computer network and invest in an antivirus program.”

“I know, I know. That's why I didn't hang up on the man. But Candace, you know I don't know a thing about computers. As long as it doesn't freeze up or melt down whenever I turn it on, I'm a happy camper.” Picking up her purse and briefcase, she took her coffee and donut and escaped into her office, leaving Candace shaking her head.

• • •

“Dr. Jeffers's office, how may I help you?” The sultry timbre of the siren's voice filled Brice's ear, and he was mildly surprised that her effect on him was just as powerful over the phone. He held his breath for about three seconds, then plunged feet-first into unknown territory.

“Good morning. My name is Brice Coleman, and I represent the computer service company Security Matters.
I spoke with Dr. Jeffers yesterday regarding an appointment to discuss our services. Is your specialist available sometime today, say, later this afternoon?”

“Good morning, Mr. Coleman. Dr. Jeffers said to expect your call, but I wasn't expecting it so soon.”

“I'm sorry, I know it might make me seem a tad bit overzealous, but in my line of work one can't afford to let an opportunity get away. The competition is too stiff. I hope my eagerness doesn't count against me.” Brice chuckled good-naturedly.

“Of course not. Can you hold while I check the calendar?”

“Sure. No problem.” He was glad for the momentary silence. He needed a minute to gather his thoughts. Now that he'd made the call, he found himself second-guessing his decision. For a man who was methodical in everything he did, he had nothing that even remotely resembled a plan. He was going to show up under the pretense of giving a legitimate sales pitch, and wing it from there.

“Mr. Coleman?”

“Yep, still here.”

“It looks like an hour or two can be freed up around two o'clock. How much time will you need?”

“I think an hour will be enough.”

After a short pause she asked, “How does two-thirty sound?”

“It sounds perfect. Do you have a place I could set up for a one-on-one session?”

“I'm sure something can be arranged.”

“All right, then. Two-thirty it is.”

Candace's eyes turned to the sound of the office door opening. She was taking a call when she looked up and stared into the impossible: the same aquamarine-blue eyes, black hair, and unforgettably handsome face she'd seen just two days ago. He was dressed in another Armani suit, and, like before, he looked as though he'd stepped out of the pages of a fashion magazine
.
Her heart stuttered and damn near skipped a beat. Never in her wildest fantasies did she expect to see that face again, or those eyes staring back at her. She cupped her hand over the phone's mouthpiece, glanced at the clock on the wall, and then back at the man in front of her.

“Mr. Coleman, I presume?”

“Right you are,” he replied cheerfully. Candace nodded and held up a finger, indicating she'd only be a moment longer.

When the call ended, Brice said, “I know I'm early, but if the space we discussed is available, I can use the extra time to set up my equipment.”

“It's okay. Actually, I was about to head over to unlock the door. If you'll follow me, I'll have you situated in no time.”

Candace rose and led the way down an adjacent hallway until they reached a set of double doors. Unlocking them, she showed him inside.

“Would you like something to drink? Coffee, soda, or bottled water?”

“Water would be great.”

“Okay, I'll be right back.”

• • •

He stared at her backside as she walked away. His eyes soaked up the image of her broad shoulders, straight back, and luscious swaying hips, and burned it into his brain.

Brice selected a spot to set up and began arranging his equipment and materials. Still affected by her overpowering presence, he had a great deal of difficulty suppressing an enormous hard-on. He wasn't surprised. A stiff cock had been his constant companion for the last couple of days. Fortunately he'd have a small respite once he was introduced to the computer guy. He could push Candace's tantalizing form to the back of his mind, and pretend he had the situation under control. He'd deal with the problem of what to do next after the presentation.

Candace returned carrying two bottles of water and a pen and notepad—alone, without another soul in sight. She passed him a bottle, took a seat at the conference table, and looked up expectantly. He looked nervously at the closed door.

“Will your computer rep be joining us?”

“You're looking at her.” Candace raised her brow and smirked at his look of surprise. “Look,” she said, clasping her hands together on the table before her. “This is a small office with only a few employees. The title ‘receptionist' doesn't begin to represent the true extent of my role within this practice. I have a master's degree in computer science, and I can assure you that I am well-versed in computer operations technology and security issues.”

Brice was stunned. This was
not
what he'd expected.

“It was certainly presumptuous of me to assume that the rep would be someone other than the receptionist, but I am pleasantly surprised.” He gave her a shaky smile, and nearly choked on the lie that spilled out of his mouth.
I am so screwed.

“Now that that's cleared up, before you begin, I have a few questions.” Candace picked up her pen and looked at her notepad, suddenly all business. “Tell me about your company. How long have you been in operation?”

“The name of the company is Security Matters, and we are an organizational software development enterprise. My partner and I only started the business over a year ago, but thanks to referrals and word-of-mouth, it has grown extensively. We've developed various multilevel antivirus software programs for businesses interested in streamlining their IT security planning and operations. Currently, our target audience is corporations with branches nationwide and internationally.”

“Well, that sounds impressive, but I have to ask, if your main interest is in corporations and big businesses, why take small business referrals?”

Damn. Not even ten minutes into my spiel, and I'm already busted.

“That's a good question. A few days ago while I was giving a presentation, the subject of small businesses came up as a side discussion. Most small business owners know that cybercrime exists, but underestimate the severity of the threat and lack the training and technology to prevent it. Our client believed that corporations should develop programs to educate the smaller businesses, because what affects them could ultimately have a cascade effect on larger commercial enterprises. And I happen to agree with him.

“I told him that my company was interested in initiating a pilot program to educate and train the small business sector. I asked if he knew of any good candidates for what we had to offer.”

There, that sounded plausible, didn't it? And for an idea that was generated completely off the cuff, it sounded good enough to actually consider putting into practice.

“Um, I guess that sounds plausible,” she muttered, as if reading his mind. “What is your experience in the field?”

“I worked nine years as a computer programming specialist and software developer with another company, and I have a master's degree in computer science. Like you.”

“Do you have a list of references?”

“Yes,” Brice answered, and handed her a sheet of paper.

“So far, it sounds like an interesting process, driven by a logical purpose.” Sitting back in her chair, she crossed her legs and gave him a heart-stopping smile. “Okay, Mr. Coleman, it's showtime. Impress me.”

“Okay, but to tailor this briefing to suit your specific needs, can you tell me what problem areas you would like to focus on?”

“I'm concerned about the security of patient files and personally identifiable information, and how to address the threat beyond the traditional ‘wall-and-fortress' approach. I'd like to know more about access to technical support and how often the operating system is updated with software patches. And I'd like easily accessible computer security awareness training for the employees.”

Brice felt as though he'd been slapped in the face. She hadn't been kidding. Candace wasn't just a pretty face; she was technologically savvy and an honest-to-God computer geek. Suddenly he was caught up in the thrill of being with a woman who was sexy, beautiful, and the same freaking computer nerd that he was. Forgetting all about his anxieties and his hastily thrown together harebrained idea, Brice pulled out a chair and sat down next to her.

“Those are very valid concerns, Ms. Brown, and I'd be happy to address each one.”

“Please, call me Candace,” she interrupted, the sound of her voice softly tinkling in his ears, rolling over his scalp, and sliding down his spine. But this time he ignored the sensation, amazed at how much easier it was to do, now that he'd discovered there was more to her than just a pretty face.

“All right, then. Candace it is. And I'm Brice.” Brice then segued into his presentation. They engaged in a back-and-forth discussion throughout his briefing, both excited about the prospect of applications, until his hour was finally up.

After putting away his equipment, he gave her handouts and company brochures along with his business proposal.

“You certainly get into your work, don't you, Brice?” Candace chuckled as his excitement winded down.

“Yes.” He laughed. “I have to admit I get a certain kind of thrill from talking about computer techno stuff. It's my bread and butter and my second love.”

“Second? What's your first?” She smiled openly and looked directly into his eyes.

“Music.” He was standing too close, staring too deep, and falling too fast into those honey-colored eyes. “It gives me a kind of freedom.” Now that the mental rush had dissipated, he quickly reverted back to feeling those incredible sensations he experienced each time he was near her. Candace returned his stare, her brows raised and her gaze inquisitive.

“So, Candace.” He took a step back and made a concerted effort to break the threads of the spell she was weaving around him. “What do you think? Are we in bed together, or what?”

“Excuse me?”

“
Business.
Are we in business together?” he quickly amended, feeling a slow burning heat travel up the back of his neck and make its way to the tips of his ears. “Dr. Jeffers said if I sold you on my proposal, I could consider it a done deal. Are you sold?”

“Yep, I'm sold. It's a deal.” She stood and offered her hand. He accepted.

Brice sat in his usual spot on his oversized sofa, cradling his saxophone like a lover. Tonight, his mind was on Candace. The day's mission had failed miserably. In fact, it had made matters worse, because the more he'd learned about her, the more he was attracted to her. He'd walked away from his meeting more confused than when he'd started. Everything about that woman had him twisted into knots.
Not good.

He rested his chin in his hand and thoughtfully considered the unopened bottle of tequila on the table. Normally he didn't much care for hard liquor. An ice-cold beer was his usual preferred poison. But tonight he might have to make an exception. Maybe a searing fire in his belly could make him forget the red-hot heat running through his veins. He got up and grabbed a shot glass, a knife and cutting board, a saltshaker, and a small bowl filled with limes. He returned to his seat and cut the limes into several wedges, and then broke the seal on the bottle and poured his first shot. The drink went down as smooth as silk, warming his innards as it streamed to his stomach, chased by salt and the biting tang of lime.

He picked up his saxophone again and leaned back into his position of meditation, his mind was blessedly blank. Then, out of nowhere, Homer's
The Iliad
and
The Odyssey
popped into his head, the two epic Greek tales of Ulysses's journey back to Greece after the Trojan War. The return route took the ship close to the Isle of the Sirens, mythical sea nymphs who possessed voices so irresistible they drove sailors mad and lured them to their death. Ulysses brilliantly saved the crew by filling their ears with melted wax. However, wanting to hear the voices for himself, Ulysses ordered his men to lash him to the mast of the ship. When the ship passed the Isle, the nymphs' voices were so compelling he fought and begged to be released. But fortunately, the wax prevented his men from hearing and obeying him, thereby saving his life.

It was no wonder Brice kept comparing Candace to a mythical siren. Everything about her reminded him of something out of a fantasy. With her looks, charm, and unbelievable voice, she could have stepped directly off the pages of a fairy tale.
All she needs is a pair of fluttering wings, a magic wand, and some fairy dust.
A chilling feeling traveled down his spine, and all of a sudden he felt a lot like Ulysses—fighting against his restraints and losing his grip on sanity. Leaning forward, he selected another lime and poured another shot.

• • •

He woke with a start, his eyes wide open and staring unblinking at the ceiling. His heart pounded hard as the lingering vestiges of a fantastical dream still swirled in his head. He lay in dazed silence, remembering the dream in shockingly vivid detail ...

They lounged upon a large blanket in a luscious green meadow under the low-hanging branches of a massive oak tree and picnicked on wine, fruit, and cheeses. Both were dressed in white, she in a long flowing pristine linen wrap, her arms, neck and shoulders exposed, and her feet bare. He wore linen drawstring pants and a matching loose-fitting shirt, completely unbuttoned. His chest and feet were bare. Her tawny brown hair, highlighted with streaks of strawberry blond, was springy and full of curls that spiraled around her face and fell about her shoulders. Looped around her neck was a long, wide chain of gold that held a large iridescent seashell amulet nestled between her breasts, and her ears were adorned with golden hoops. The warm rays of the sun shimmered radiantly on her soft, brown skin, and he lay there in the shade basking in the glow.