Leigh breathed unevenly, trying to leap from telling Jarek exactly what she thought of his little joke, of his intimate, shocking statement. She preferred to blandly divert the conversation, waylaying any pursuit of her. He'd rethink his interest in her and back off when he saw these she wasn't susceptible, or interested.
She stepped into her diversion. "I'm missing the message here. Are you telling me that I should consider a marketing plan for your brother, based on male preferences?"
"No," The curt answer slapped at her. He sighed raggedly and shook his head again. "No, do not do that. I think i should go. I wish you luck tomorrow. My brother is a very, very good businessman. Georgia will have your breakfast ready in the morning. Please do not upset her. Mikhail has called off the staff and they have prepared this room for you. The refrigerator is stocked. You will find what office machines and supplies that you will need."
