All the Wright Moves (3 page)

Shock filled Calix’s face then a huge grin curved his lips. Katiya shook her head. It was similar to the one Rhianna kept giving her. She didn’t know what was going on but she would get to the bottom of it.

“Okay, I’m tired of these weird grins. What is everyone finding so funny?”

“Everyone?”

“Rhianna gave me the same type of grin you are. So, what is up?”

Calix bit his lip. “It’s probably because—”

The walkie-talkie crackled. “
Calix, come in
.”

She recognised Giga’s voice.

Calix picked up the walkie-talkie clipped to his belt. “Calix.”

“
I need you in the comp room
.”

“Got ya. On my way,” Calix replied. He clipped the talkie back to his belt then glanced at her. “Gotta go. I’ll be back to check on things.”

Before she could reply he turned and strode out of the door. She stared after him and sighed. She hadn’t got the man’s name or an answer to her question. The phone rang, interrupting her thoughts. She strode over to her desk and answered the phone. “The Oasis.”

She sat and listened to the caller. Before she knew it she was busy. Throughout the next few hours she was swamped with work. Calix came and went a few times, checking on the download and bringing in her new computer system, printer, scanner and fax. He placed the boxes on the floor next to the desk. Katiya raised an eyebrow. She’d known about the computer but the rest was a surprise.

“We’re a full service crew,” Calix said cheerfully. He winked and left the room.

Katiya got up to check the boxes and whistled. All the equipment was top of the line. She had checked them out longingly but knew they were not part of the budget. She returned to her seat on the couch and went back to work.

“Ready to get your computer back?”

Startled, she glanced up at Giga, the man from the computer room. He leaned against the office doorway. She kept her gaze on his face.

“Sure, come on in.”

He glanced around as he strode inside. “Nice.”

”Thanks.”

Giga went over to the desk and started setting things up. Katiya watched him and marvelled at how, for such a large man, he moved with an innate grace. He glanced at her and she quickly lowered her head, getting back to work. Absently she listened as he set up her system. He worked silently, the only sound was of boxes being ripped open, equipment being moved then set up.

“You’re all set,” he said.

She looked up then stood before walking over to him. Giga stepped back and gestured. She went to her chair and sat, seeing her system was up. She searched to make sure her files and programmes were all there. After ensuring everything was, accounted for, she glanced up and stifled a gasp. He was sitting on the desk close to her but she hadn’t heard him move.

“Everything there?”

“Yes.”
Why do you sound like a flighty teenage girl, Katiya?

“Good.” He studied her intently.

She returned his stare. Something about his eyes seemed familiar.

“Have dinner with me—tonight.”

She raised an eyebrow. He hadn’t asked, instead had phrased it as a statement. Almost like it was already going to be.

She opened her mouth to say no. “Yes.” Katiya’s eyes widened. She didn’t date and hadn’t in over fifteen years.

He smiled and cupped her cheek. His hands were soft and tender and the unexpected touch made her shudder. His eyes darkened as he looked at her lips. Katiya wondered if he would kiss her. She wanted him to, despite the fact they hadn’t even gone out. She didn’t even know his name but yet wanted to feel his lips on hers.

“Is six-thirty okay to pick you up?” His voice was husky and even deeper than before

“Yes, that is good. Here is my address.” She looked away from his compelling gaze.

His hand lowered from her face and she almost whimpered at the loss of his touch. She quickly wrote her address on a sticky note then removed it and handed it to him. He took the information then shifted, putting it in the pocket of his jeans. The fabric stretched tight and she held back a sigh.

“Six-thirty,” he stated.

“Six-thirty,” she echoed.

He ran a finger down her cheek then stood, turned and strode across the room.

“Hey, why do they call you Giga? And what is your real name?”

He stopped and turned to her.

“I’m good with computers. You don’t know my name?” An enigmatic smile curved his lips.

She got an uneasy feeling. “No.”

“Call me Warwick,” he said.

Shocked, she sat back shaking her head.

He nodded. “Six-thirty. It’s too late to change your mind. I get what I want.” His look was scorching.

He strode out of the door, closing it behind him. Katiya leant back against her chair and stared. After a few moments she started to laugh. No wonder Rhianna and Calix had looked at her like she was crazy. How had she missed the air of charisma and take charge attitude that was all around him?

“I’ll be damned. Warwick Taylor in the flesh. The guru behind Taylor Bytes.”

From what she had heard and read about him, he had started Taylor Bytes when he was eighteen. He was a genius—his IQ tested off the charts. Some had called him a brash young man. It didn’t matter—in less than eighteen years he had taken a small, little known company and made it into a multi-billion dollar corporation. He’d developed cutting edge computer technology and software. She tapped her pen against the desk. In all the articles she had read and research she had done, none had had his picture. She had searched for it but it had seemed as if he was a ghost. After meeting him, she knew for sure he wasn’t. No ghost would or could make her pulse race like that or have her break her rule and agree to a date.

“Why did you agree?” Her voice echoed in the office.

She didn’t have any idea but it didn’t matter. She and Warwick Taylor were from two different social circles. Yes, she could interact with the rich class to get donations but she knew where she belonged. Katiya glanced around room. She preferred simple things. No matter how much he enticed her, she would let him know when he picked her up that their dating would never work. She ignored the pang of sadness the idea caused and got back to work.

Warwick Taylor strode down the hall, his thoughts on the sexy woman he had just left behind. From his first look of her, her light, hazel gaze emanating sharp intelligence and—although she tried to hide it—attraction, he had been captivated. It was a startling feeling. The sassy sway of her walk was tempered by a slight limp. He had seen her wince. He had almost asked her if he could help ease her pain before he’d remembered they had just met. The way she moved had her hips swaying in a fashion that made his cock hard. He fought the need to bury himself inside her where he imagined it would be warm and wet. He shook his head. He usually had better control than this. Yet all he could think of was taking the sienna skinned enchantress on the closest flat surface.

The emotion and fire in her gaze as she spoke of The Oasis only enhanced her allure. The sexy tilt of those biteable lips beckoned, causing his tongue to ache for a taste. Her sculptured cheeks, full nose and round chin only added to her air of confident sensuality. The complete package—that lush curvy frame that made him think all manner of sins. He knew it was foolish to even contemplate it, much less act on what he was imagining. She made him feel primal.

Usually he turned attention away. Women threw themselves at him, trying to land his wallet and not him. He remembered the expression on her face when she had realised who he was. With her, he knew it would be the opposite. His money would be a detriment in winning the luscious Katiya Wright.

Warwick’s grin widened. Yes, he wanted to lay her down and have her in every way imaginable but that wasn’t all he wanted. He wanted all of her—heart, soul, mind and body. No matter how foolish it might seem, he already knew they would be more than lovers. Convincing her would be a challenge. He was just the man to change her mind. She would soon learn. When he set his sights on something, he was not dissuaded from his course. And winning Katiya was what he would do.

* * * *

As he stood in front of her door, Warwick took a breath for control. He pushed the bell. The door swung open. He forgot to breathe. Earlier her hair had been pinned up in a bun but now it hung loose in kinky curls that almost rested at the top of her cleavage.

Her yellow sundress hugged her bountiful breasts. It was tied at the waist with a dark brown and yellow belt made from what looked like the same fabric as her dress. The belt accentuated the lush flare of her hips. The yellow of the dress stopped at her hips and changed to white then just before her knees it became dark brown. Peekaboo flower cut-outs were scattered on the white and brown area. The dress kissed the top of her knees, exposing toned legs and dainty feet in strappy, pale yellow, heeled sandals. Her matching toenails highlighted by the shoes. God, he loved sexy toes. He raised his gaze to hers.

The stark desire in her eyes made him gulp. Warwick tried to remind himself that his parents had raised him as a gentleman. His body, on the other hand, was hard and ready to do lots of decadent things to her body.

Her expression went leery then resigned.

Chapter Two

The fog of desire cleared from Warwick’s mind. Katiya bit her lips, straightened her shoulders then looked at him.

“War—”

“Before you list all the reasons why our dating would not work out or say that we are from different worlds and all that, let me just stay that we’re both from the same world. Earth. And this earth man wants to go out with you, an earth woman.” He looked her over again. “Among other things. See you as often as I can and get to know each other very well. So are you ready for that, Katiya Wright, or are you too afraid to give us a chance?”

Katiya’s light hazel eyes narrowed, then a vixenish grin curved her lips. She turned and went back into the house. In moments she returned with a bag that matched her shoes over her shoulder. He bit back a harsh groan as her body brushed his.

“I need to close the door,” she stated.

He stepped back. She closed, locked the door and turned to face him. Warwick’s lips twitched at the challenge in her eyes.

“If you weren’t planning to go out with me, why are you dressed so sexy?” he asked.

She smiled another wanton grin. “You think you have all the answers, Warwick, but if we’re going to date—how did you put it? Often and maybe other things?—the first thing you should learn is when I try for sexy, you’ll know it.” She moved closer and spoke, her breath wafting against him. “This old thing is just the warm up. The next thing is, don’t say anything you can’t back up.”

She went to step away back but he put his hand on her waist, stilling her. Lowering his head, he spoke close to her ear.

“And you’ll know soon, I don’t say things I can’t stand behind.”

He inhaled, the sweet scent of her hair, the scent of coconut and strawberries filling his senses. He breathed out to clear his head. Katiya moaned softly and shifted.

“You’re going to be a handful, Katiya Wright.”

She glanced at him, her lips so close to his that if he moved an inch, he’d have his first kiss from her—the first of many.

“You know it. And so much more,” she purred.

He laughed. Katiya stepped back and he let her go. She sauntered away only to pause at the top of the stairs, looking over her shoulder.

“Aren’t you coming?”

Not yet but hopefully soon.
He cleared his throat. “Yes, lead the way, Katiya. For now.”

“For always.” She glanced down then up his body.

His cock hardened even more. Katiya turned and started down the stairs. He strode over to help her. Warwick had a feeling she was right. He would follow her anywhere. Reaching her before she could get to the bottom of the five steps, he put his hand on her waist and led her down. She stopped short in front of his truck.

“A dark blue 1955 Chevy Cameo Carrier,” she whispered.

Surprised, he looked at her. “You know classic trucks.”

“More than I ever would need to. Dimitri, my brother, is a classic truck fanatic. He talks about them all the time.” She whistled. “If he got a load of this beauty he would be beside himself.”

“I know the feeling. I like classic cars and trucks.” He chuckled.

Warwick opened the door, helping her in before closing it. As he went around the hood, he could hear her talking about the trucks features through the open window.

“Modern amenities and true to street rodder styles. I bet the engine is made for racing. I can’t believe this beige leather interior. A/C unit with custom switches. A Lecarra steering wheel was perched on top of an ididit tilt-steering column. This split bench seat frame has to be custom made.”

He opened his door and got in then noticed she was stroking the seat.
It’s silly to be jealous of a car seat.
Warwick started the truck.

“Listen to that engine purr. Does the sound system work?” She flipped it on before he could answer. “AM/FM stereo receiver with an iPod hook-up stuffed into the stock ’55 Cameo radio. Wow, you went all out for this.”

“For someone who only knows what her brother talks about, you seem to know a lot.” He pulled onto the road then glanced at briefly her as he drove.

“I got interested in them. So I go to some of the car shows now and then. If you tell anyone I’ll deny it.” Her sheepish grin was endearing.

“You’re secret is safe with me. A show is coming here next month. Maybe you can join me.”

“Maybe.” She smiled.

“Some of my cars and trucks will be showcased. I’m still trying to decide which ones. Perhaps you can help me pick. Get up close and personal with some of them.” He winked.

“Maybe,” she said again.

“How does tomorrow sound?” he asked.

“We haven’t even gotten through our first date yet and you’re already asking me for another? You don’t even know if we have anything to talk about or in common,” she stated.