one such man.
She'd known from the first day she saw him. It made her stomach
tighten and her breath hitch. It also made her
uncomfortable.
He had an aura of ruthlessness that chilled
her. He was tall and brawny and his face held a hawkish countenance
that was only magnified by his cold, assessing eyes. Eyes
that were directed on her now.
She shifted restlessly and mortification
spread through her when she realized he had been the one that made
the cutting comment. She seriously doubted the blond man would have
used that tone of voice to the boss. So that meant that she had
just teased David Bennett about applying for the role of his
wife. Agitation filled her and all she wanted was to slink from the
room.
The men stood in a frozen tableau by the door
and the quiet after her question was deafening as they continued to
stand and stare at her.
Her hands shook slightly as she grabbed her
coffee sans creamer and turned to go. The atmosphere was tense, and
she felt the need to say something before she got the hell out of
there. She looked at the handsome blond because he was infinitely
the less dangerous of the two. "I'm sorry for interrupting you.
I'll get back to work."
The blond man smiled at her lazily and gently
teased, "No problem. He's the one that needs a wife."
Her eyes skittered to his companion and the
bottom fell out of her stomach as his piercing eyes watched her
with a feral, territorial look that froze the air in her
lungs. She shifted restlessly as nerves tightened into distress. He
was looking at her with a punishing intensity that she didn't think
the situation called for. Like she had committed a gross infraction
and was going to have to pay for it. She cleared her throat and
looked away. "Yes, well. . . g-good luck with that."
Jenna balanced her coffee carefully in her
hand and side-stepped the men in front of the door. She twisted the
handle, squeezed through it, and fled for her life.
****
The silence in the break room continued for a
moment until David spoke. "Fuck. I should kick your ass for this,
Brantley."
Craig laughed and walked to the
refrigerator.
David raked his hand through his hair. "She
works in accounting. What do you know about her?"
Craig grabbed a soft drink from the fridge.
"Nothing. I have no clue. But you scared the shit out of her."
David stiffened and blasted his friend with
an arctic look. "We. We scared the shit out of her."
Craig leaned against the counter and casually
popped the top. "I don't think so, buddy. She was more than willing
to flirt and talk to me until she saw you." He smiled like the cat
that got the canary and lifted the can to his mouth and took a
large pull of the drink.
David clenched his teeth and scowled at the
smug look on his lawyer's face and said, "Find out who she is. I
want the file on her this afternoon."
"You thinking what I think you're
thinking?"
"Maybe. I don't know, but I want to know more
about her."
"Did you see her, man? What more do you need
to know?"
David's features hardened and he gave the
other man a menacing stare. "Just get me the damn file."
Chapter Two
At four o'clock, David sat alone in his
office and couldn't believe he was contemplating this. Jenna Marie
Hardin's file sat closed in front of him. He had studied it long
enough to get the picture. Twenty-five years old, single and a high
school graduate, she had flitted from one job to the next until she
had landed here six months ago. The job she currently held in
accounts receivables was obviously a big score for her, and she
probably didn't want anything to threaten that security.
What could he offer to get her to agree?
Money, no doubt, was the answer. Money and a short-term
marriage.
His hand reached out and he flipped the
folder open again. Her pleasant face and hesitant smile popped up
from the picture that was snapped the day she had been hired. It
was a quietly pretty face, and it had been fucking with his libido
and equilibrium for months. Even though he had
She'd known from the first day she saw him. It made her stomach
tighten and her breath hitch. It also made her
uncomfortable.
He had an aura of ruthlessness that chilled
her. He was tall and brawny and his face held a hawkish countenance
that was only magnified by his cold, assessing eyes. Eyes
that were directed on her now.
She shifted restlessly and mortification
spread through her when she realized he had been the one that made
the cutting comment. She seriously doubted the blond man would have
used that tone of voice to the boss. So that meant that she had
just teased David Bennett about applying for the role of his
wife. Agitation filled her and all she wanted was to slink from the
room.
The men stood in a frozen tableau by the door
and the quiet after her question was deafening as they continued to
stand and stare at her.
Her hands shook slightly as she grabbed her
coffee sans creamer and turned to go. The atmosphere was tense, and
she felt the need to say something before she got the hell out of
there. She looked at the handsome blond because he was infinitely
the less dangerous of the two. "I'm sorry for interrupting you.
I'll get back to work."
The blond man smiled at her lazily and gently
teased, "No problem. He's the one that needs a wife."
Her eyes skittered to his companion and the
bottom fell out of her stomach as his piercing eyes watched her
with a feral, territorial look that froze the air in her
lungs. She shifted restlessly as nerves tightened into distress. He
was looking at her with a punishing intensity that she didn't think
the situation called for. Like she had committed a gross infraction
and was going to have to pay for it. She cleared her throat and
looked away. "Yes, well. . . g-good luck with that."
Jenna balanced her coffee carefully in her
hand and side-stepped the men in front of the door. She twisted the
handle, squeezed through it, and fled for her life.
****
The silence in the break room continued for a
moment until David spoke. "Fuck. I should kick your ass for this,
Brantley."
Craig laughed and walked to the
refrigerator.
David raked his hand through his hair. "She
works in accounting. What do you know about her?"
Craig grabbed a soft drink from the fridge.
"Nothing. I have no clue. But you scared the shit out of her."
David stiffened and blasted his friend with
an arctic look. "We. We scared the shit out of her."
Craig leaned against the counter and casually
popped the top. "I don't think so, buddy. She was more than willing
to flirt and talk to me until she saw you." He smiled like the cat
that got the canary and lifted the can to his mouth and took a
large pull of the drink.
David clenched his teeth and scowled at the
smug look on his lawyer's face and said, "Find out who she is. I
want the file on her this afternoon."
"You thinking what I think you're
thinking?"
"Maybe. I don't know, but I want to know more
about her."
"Did you see her, man? What more do you need
to know?"
David's features hardened and he gave the
other man a menacing stare. "Just get me the damn file."
Chapter Two
At four o'clock, David sat alone in his
office and couldn't believe he was contemplating this. Jenna Marie
Hardin's file sat closed in front of him. He had studied it long
enough to get the picture. Twenty-five years old, single and a high
school graduate, she had flitted from one job to the next until she
had landed here six months ago. The job she currently held in
accounts receivables was obviously a big score for her, and she
probably didn't want anything to threaten that security.
What could he offer to get her to agree?
Money, no doubt, was the answer. Money and a short-term
marriage.
His hand reached out and he flipped the
folder open again. Her pleasant face and hesitant smile popped up
from the picture that was snapped the day she had been hired. It
was a quietly pretty face, and it had been fucking with his libido
and equilibrium for months. Even though he had
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