Nauti Intentions by Lora Leigh Page A

tonight. Forty years together is a beautiful thing to see. I hope you enjoy your meal.â€
    She drew back, whispered the order to Tabitha that the meal was on the house and to make certain the Finmores had the proper care for this special
    night, then moved quickly back to the reception counter.
    The memory of that party was a haze in Janey’s mind, but she had never forgotten that cake. A family picture. Parents and children and their infant
    grandchildren. To Janey at the time, it had seemed like watching a fairy tale come to life as she saw the family interact. And she had, even at that age,
    known her family was so different, monstrous even, compared to others.
    The addition of the extra table al owed several walk-ins a chance at dinner, and al owed for a few extra reservation seatings. By the time the restaurant
    doors were closed and locked, Janey felt as though she had been through a war.
    The waitresses and busboys were working to finish the cleanup, and in the kitchen Desmond and his staff were sanitizing surfaces and preparing to
    wash the last load of dishes.
    â€œGo relax until everything’s ready to lock up for the night, Janey,†Hoyt told her. “We can handle the rest of it.â€
    Janey slipped her shoes off as she slid onto the stool at the reservation desk and stretched her arches.
    â€œWe need more help.†She sighed.
    â€œWe’ve been saying that for weeks,†Hoyt reminded her.
    â€œHave another ad put in the papers,†she said. “I don’t want a sign on the restaurant. I’ve talked to our other girls; maybe word of
    mouth wil help as wel .â€
    Her waitresses made damned good tips for the most part, but the pace was a kil er and the paperwork was getting out of hand because Janey was
    needed in the dining room as wel .
    â€œOkay, I’l see if I can make a dent in the paperwork.†She rose to her feet, bent, and picked up her shoes, before heading to the office, where
    she knew what was waiting on her.
    It wasn’t just paperwork, but Alex.
    She pushed her fingers through her hair as she moved closer to the room. He’d be lying back on that couch, reading some kind of magazine. His
    head would turn to her, that invitation in his eyes.
    The invitation to let him take her, to let him stroke and pet her, touch her. Over the past three days her desire for that touch had grown to the point that it
    was turning into a driving, addicting need. Alex was turning into a need.
    She unlocked the office door and stepped in, and there he was, just as she had known he would be. Stretched out on the couch, a computer magazine
    in his hand. His head turned, the dark shadow of a beard making his gray eyes seem more intense, more stormy.
    â€œThings ran late.†He sat up, legs spreading as he planted his feet on the floor.
    Faded jeans and a gray shirt. Boots. Too sexy to be legal, as her friend Rogue had said.
    â€œA little.†She shrugged as she moved to the smal refrigerator for a glass of wine.
    She was exhausted and riding on nerves. Alex was making her crazy.
    â€œYou’re not resting enough,†he stated.
    Janey almost snorted at that observation. No, she wasn’t resting at al . She was tossing and turning, imagining Alex in the bed beside her and
    going crazy at the thought of the ways he would touch her.
    That, added to the incessant concern Natches and her cousins were showing, was exhausting her. She loved them dearly. More than they would ever
    know, but she just wasn’t used to this. Getting a handle on it wasn’t easy, and she didn’t feel as though she was even being given time to
    breathe.
    â€œI’m fine.†She poured her wine before returning to her desk and sitting down in the large, padded chair.
    She tensed as Alex stood up and moved over to her.
    â€œDon’t harass me,†she warned him with a sigh as she stared at the paperwork. “I have too much .