Fall into Him by Evelyn Harper Page B

was a
little ass-kissing when her job was at stake?
     
    “How long have you been playing?” He stuck his hands in his pockets,
the beautifully tailored suit drawing attention to the defined lines of his
lean body.
     
    “Um, since I was sixteen.” Jennifer knew she sounded distracted, but it
couldn't be helped. The computer didn't seem to want to pull up the screen she
needed.
     
    “So just a few years, then?” He teased.
     
    “Flattering,” Jennifer automatically smiled. “But more like eleven.”
The screen she needed finally opened up. “Name, Sir?”
    “Um, Philip Haas,” he leaned over the top of the desk, close enough
that Jennifer could smell the spicy cologne or soap he used. It was heady,
mixing well with his body chemistry. He gave her a quizzical look, as if
surprised she had to ask.
     
    The name was familiar, and Jennifer had a feeling that she should
recognize it, but she pushed the thought aside. She had to get Philip processed
as quickly as possible. She swore silently as the screen revealed that the man
standing in front of her was listed as a high-ranking visitor.
    “Welcome back, Mr. Haas,” she immediately gave him her most charming
smile.
    “Philip, please,” he straightened again. “I don't believe I've ever
seen you before. How long have you worked here?”
     
    “Two years,” Jennifer answered as she put in his information into the
computer to get the room key in order.
     
    “And how do you like it so far?”
    Jennifer's gaze flicked up to Philip's face. There was no way he wanted her
honest opinion. She gave the expected answer. “I enjoy it.” A quick glance told
her that he was waiting for more. “I like meeting new people and there's always
interesting things going on.”
     
    “So,” Philip cocked his head, eyes narrowing, “is that why, after two
years, you're still working second shift on the front desk? Don't you want to
work your way up?”
     
    Jennifer felt her smile tighten. She wasn't entirely sure how to
respond, so she did the only thing that made sense – lie. “Right now, I'm just
enjoying where I'm at. If something comes up in the future, I may look into it,
but I'm not in a rush.”
     
    The slight twitch to the corner of Philip's mouth told Jennifer that he
didn't entirely buy her explanation, but he didn't press the issue. “You said
before that interesting things are always going on here.” He looked around at
the empty lobby. “Looks pretty dead to me.”
     
    “You missed the Nightingales,” the word blurted past her lips before
she could stop it. Heat flooded her face.
     
    “The Nightingales?” Philip sounded intrigued.
     
    “Oh, uh,” Jennifer stammered, “It's, uh, it’s just what I call the men
who come in near the end of my shift.”
    He gave her a knowing smile. “I'm guessing they don't come in alone.”
    Jennifer shook her head as she turned to retrieve Philip's key.
    “But, of course, you wouldn't talk about the ladies that accompany
these men.”
     
    “Of course not!” Jennifer hurriedly held out the plastic card. “We here
at The Preminenza pride ourselves on our discretion.”
     
    “I'm glad to hear that,” Philip brushed his fingers against Jennifer's
as he took his room key.
     
    She shivered involuntarily then mentally scolded herself. It was an
accident. There was no way someone as attractive as Philip would be interested
in her.
     
    “I've really enjoyed talking to you,” Philip lingered. “You wouldn't
happen to want to accompany me to my room to continue our conversation?”
    Jennifer stared, barely able to keep her jaw from dropping. She had to be
misinterpreting what he meant. The only guys who hit on her were the old men
who were so used to paying for sex that they just assumed everyone saw money as
an aphrodisiac. Philip Haas wasn't too much older than her, good-looking and
wealthy. There was no way he'd be asking her to his room.
     
    “You do get off at midnight, right?” Philip raised an