To his unreasonable delight, the instant she entered the bar, her gaze sought his and she immediately headed his way. As she drew near, the spicy scent of her perfume preceded her and he had just enough time to draw a heady lungful before she sat beside him. Tonight’s black dress was a knee-length sheath with a deep scoop neckline that showed off the upper curves of her breasts. Keeping his attention on her face proved challenging as she gathered a deep breath before speaking.
“I’m glad you’re here tonight,” she said, her voice brisk, expression resolute.
He resisted the urge to remind her that he was here every night. She already had him eating out of the palm of her hand. Why give her more power?
“You look beautiful,” he told her, letting his gaze drift over her.
His compliment caused her to blink. “Thank you.” For a moment she looked as if she’d lost her train of thought.
Despite the bar’s low light, he spied a rush of color in her cheeks and noticed an uneven hitch to her breath. In that instant he realized she’d felt the impact of his attraction for her, even if she wasn’t ready to admit it.
The revelation inspired a rush of longing to touch her smooth skin, to pull her body tight to his and hear her sigh beneath his lips. He imagined sweeping his tongue across her breasts and hearing her cry out. Not seeing her these last few days had fueled his hunger for her. He’d spent far too much time pondering exactly how he would make love to her.
“JT, are you listening to me?”
He shook his head and dispelled the evocative images lingering there. “Sorry. I was distracted. Is that a new perfume you’re wearing?”
“It’s something Tiberius gave to my mother last Christmas. Since his death she can’t bear to wear it, but I love the scent so she gave me the bottle.”
“It’s nice,” he murmured.
“Thank you.” She paused and regarded him through narrowed eyes. “We went to Tiberius’s lawyer for the reading of his will a couple days ago.”
JT wrestled his libido back under control as her words registered. “And he left everything to you and your mother.”
“Yes.” She scowled at him as if he was supposed to comprehend a deeper meaning to what she’d said. “But it’s what he left that caught me by surprise.”
“His house, bank accounts, the hotel.” JT ticked the items off on his fingers. “What else?”
A smug grin bloomed on her full lips. “How about eighteen percent of Stone Properties stock.”
The news dealt him a sturdy blow. “How did he get it?”
“He mortgaged the Lucky Heart and bought every share he could.”
“But why?”
“To take on your father?”
“Eighteen percent wouldn’t do him any good. When my mother died she left my father thirty percent of the company. Combined with the rest of what my family own
s, he has enough votes to control the company.”
“Until two months ago when you turned thirty. Your father controlled your trust fund until then, didn’t he?”
“Yes.” JT didn’t know what to make of what he was hearing. “You think my uncle wanted us to join forces?” He recalled the dinners Tiberius had invited him to. “He never said anything of the sort.”
“I think he wanted to get to know you before he committed to anything.”
For the first time in years JT felt a flutter of excitement. Combining what he’d inherited with Violet’s shares left him three percent away from taking the company back from his father and repairing all the damage that had been done.
“How much do you want for your stock?”
Violet had been watching him closely, grinning at his reaction to her news, but now delight drained from her expression. “That’s where things get a little tricky.”
Suspicion flared before JT remembered that this was Violet he was dealing with. She was loyal and a team player. She wasn’t here to get something from him. She honestly wanted to help. But none of his trust reflected in his tone as he asked, “Tricky how?”
“The terms of Tiberius’s will don’t allow me to sell, trade or donate the shares in any way.” She looked as if she expected him to explode in frustration. “Otherwise you have to know, I’d let you have them.”