That Man 2 Read Online Free

because I was watching Doris Day movies on The Movie Channel.
    My only other link to the world was my iPhone. I kept it under my pillow and forced myself to check my e-mails whenever I was awake which wasn’t too often. I had told Mrs. Cho to circulate an e-mail, telling my staff to contact me only if there was an emergency. The Korean-born mother of four was turning out to be the best secretary I’d ever had. And I’d had many.
    I longed to hear from Jennifer McCoy. I didn’t. I sent her an e-mail letting her know that it was unlikely I’d be going to Vegas for the focus groups. She responded with a sad face emoticon. I returned the e-mail with the same one. The truth: I was sad. I missed being at my office. And I missed seeing her.
    Finally, on Thursday, my fever broke and I actually felt a pang of hunger. I crawled out of bed and wandered into the kitchen. I opened the well-stocked refrigerator and pulled out a jar of applesauce and container of cottage cheese. I never ate this pansy crap, but that’s what I was in the mood for. Standing up, I devoured it all. They must be super foods because I felt a hell of a lot better. I immediately took a shower and shaved, and then got back into bed. I reached for my iPhone and composed an e-mail.
    To: Jennifer McCoy
    Subject: Focus Groups
    Please come by my apartment today at five p.m. to discuss the above. Here is the address : 10580 Wilshire Boulevard.
    Thank you. —BB
    I hit send. In a beat, she responded—she’d be here. I suddenly felt a hell of a lot better, but I wasn’t going to let her know that.
    *
    At a little before five, Ms. Punctuality showed up at my door. She looked ravishing though a little fatigued in a little black pleated skirt and fuzzy white sweater. Her tortoiseshell eyeglasses were sitting on top of her head, and she was carrying her briefcase along with a large shopping bag. Her purse, as usual, was slung over her shoulder.
    I was wearing my Turnbull & Asser blue and white pajamas and barefooted. “Hi, thanks for coming.”
    Her green eyes fluttered. “Sure. No problem. How are you feeling?”
    Ushering her inside my apartment, I faked a cough. “Not so good yet. But I don’t think I’m contagious anymore.”
    That adorable smile curled on her lips. My cock stirred. She looked me over.
    “That’s good. Where would you like to have our meeting?” Her eyes soaked in my spacious Wilshire Corridor condo with its expensive Italian furniture and spectacular views of the city.
    Another cough. “If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to do it in my bedroom. I really need to lie down.”
    “Um, uh, okay.” She was definitely taken aback.
    She trailed behind me to the bedroom. I immediately hopped into bed and pulled the covers up over me. Taking in my vast room with its king-sized bed and myriad of boy toys, she asked me where I wanted her to sit. Her voice was shaky.
    “If you wouldn’t mind, could you please sit on the edge of the bed so I can see you.”
    An uncertain look fell over her face. She blinked her beautiful leafy eyes several times.
    “Don’t worry. I’m not the big bad wolf. I’m not going to eat you.” Although I sure would like to . I bet her pussy was delectable. For the first time in days, my cock showed signs of life. I could feel it throbbing.
    Hesitantly, with a nervous smile, she plunked down on my bed, putting her purse and briefcase along with the shopping bag on the carpet.
    “What’s in the bag?” I asked.
    She relaxed a little, her face brightening. “I brought you a bunch of erotic romance paperbacks. Libby’s handing them out to the focus groups and had a few extra. I thought maybe you’d like to read some. She reached into the bag and pulled one out. “This one’s really good. And funny too. You might really like it.”
    I took it from her. Beautiful Stranger.
    “Thanks. Very thoughtful.” I tossed it onto the bed, knowing damn well I’d never read it.
    “And you should try the first book in the