a
contract for you and get your social security details and all that stuff. Payday
is the end of the month.”
Money . That snapped her attention
back on task. She checked the desk calendar—there was far too much of the month
left and too little money to cross the gap between now and payday. She tucked
her hair behind her ears and tried to sound casual. “That sounds like a lot of
trouble for such a short period of time. I mean, it’s not like I’m getting any
benefits so why not make it easier and just pay me cash?”
He stopped pacing, turned his head and just like a marksman, he
held her in his sights with those delicious cocoa eyes.
Her heart leaped and her breasts strained against her bra. She
quickly crossed her arms, desperate to hide any telltale signs that her body
craved him with an intensity so strong it strayed way beyond the boundaries of
common sense. So far from the boundaries that it scared her more than she cared
to admit. Arguing with him was a lot safer. That and the fact it would distract
him from getting to the truth that she was stone broke. No one needed to know that. She didn’t need pity or a
lecture; she got enough of both from her brother.
He cocked one eyebrow. “Avoiding the IRS, are we?”
She tossed her head. “You’re really determined to think the
worst of me in every situation, aren’t you?”
His palms flattened against the side of the desk but his mouth
twitched at the corners. “If the boot fits.”
She swung her sandal-clad feet up onto the desk as if giving
him the bird. “Oh yeah, I’m up there with the top criminal masterminds of the
twenty-first century.”
His eyes stalled on her brightly painted toes and his voice
rumbled lower than ever. “I’ve met the rest of the masterminds and they’re far
more coordinated than you.”
Suddenly it felt a lot more like flirting than disagreeing.
Planning to put her legs back on the floor and act more like the P.A. she now
was, she abruptly moved her legs and immediately felt the wheels of the office
chair skate out from under her. “Ohh!”
Her bottom slid forward until her spine sat flat against the
chair and she hung precariously between the chair and the desk, her arms not
long enough to reach the wooden top to save herself from falling.
Rich, vibrant laughter erupted around her before strong arms
rescued her, helping her rise to her feet. Finn grinned down at her. “I rest my
case.”
“My klutz-like tendencies are just part of my cover with the
masterminds.” She brushed her Capri pants free of imaginary lint to hide the
fact she was a trembling mess just from seeing him smile and having his warm
hands on her arms. She voiced the unspoken elephant in the room. “I’m surprised
you’re even letting me work for you.”
He leaned forward, his breath tickling her cheek and his voice
deep and low. “I like to keep my enemies close.”
A wave of heat dumped over her so fast it stole her breath and
the tingling aftershocks made her head spin. His lips hovered so close it would
only take a small move to the right and a slight tilt of her chin and her lips
would be brushing his. Tasting him again, feeling her body come to life under
his touch as he infused her with—
Stop it . This is so not a good idea . At the very least he’s your boss and if Ryan taught you anything it was never mix business and pleasure . Ever . Again .
She stepped back, desperately needing the distance, and she
walked over to the windows. “Only we both know I’m not your enemy because you
ran a police check on me. Trust is a big issue for you isn’t it?”
He shrugged, the businessman back in action. “It’s standard
business procedure. AKP can’t afford anyone selling secrets.”
Surprise lit through her. “Does that really happen?”
“It can. We’re in an enviable market position at the moment but
business is fluid and it can change in a heartbeat. Which reminds me—you need to
sign a confidentiality clause stating that
contract for you and get your social security details and all that stuff. Payday
is the end of the month.”
Money . That snapped her attention
back on task. She checked the desk calendar—there was far too much of the month
left and too little money to cross the gap between now and payday. She tucked
her hair behind her ears and tried to sound casual. “That sounds like a lot of
trouble for such a short period of time. I mean, it’s not like I’m getting any
benefits so why not make it easier and just pay me cash?”
He stopped pacing, turned his head and just like a marksman, he
held her in his sights with those delicious cocoa eyes.
Her heart leaped and her breasts strained against her bra. She
quickly crossed her arms, desperate to hide any telltale signs that her body
craved him with an intensity so strong it strayed way beyond the boundaries of
common sense. So far from the boundaries that it scared her more than she cared
to admit. Arguing with him was a lot safer. That and the fact it would distract
him from getting to the truth that she was stone broke. No one needed to know that. She didn’t need pity or a
lecture; she got enough of both from her brother.
He cocked one eyebrow. “Avoiding the IRS, are we?”
She tossed her head. “You’re really determined to think the
worst of me in every situation, aren’t you?”
His palms flattened against the side of the desk but his mouth
twitched at the corners. “If the boot fits.”
She swung her sandal-clad feet up onto the desk as if giving
him the bird. “Oh yeah, I’m up there with the top criminal masterminds of the
twenty-first century.”
His eyes stalled on her brightly painted toes and his voice
rumbled lower than ever. “I’ve met the rest of the masterminds and they’re far
more coordinated than you.”
Suddenly it felt a lot more like flirting than disagreeing.
Planning to put her legs back on the floor and act more like the P.A. she now
was, she abruptly moved her legs and immediately felt the wheels of the office
chair skate out from under her. “Ohh!”
Her bottom slid forward until her spine sat flat against the
chair and she hung precariously between the chair and the desk, her arms not
long enough to reach the wooden top to save herself from falling.
Rich, vibrant laughter erupted around her before strong arms
rescued her, helping her rise to her feet. Finn grinned down at her. “I rest my
case.”
“My klutz-like tendencies are just part of my cover with the
masterminds.” She brushed her Capri pants free of imaginary lint to hide the
fact she was a trembling mess just from seeing him smile and having his warm
hands on her arms. She voiced the unspoken elephant in the room. “I’m surprised
you’re even letting me work for you.”
He leaned forward, his breath tickling her cheek and his voice
deep and low. “I like to keep my enemies close.”
A wave of heat dumped over her so fast it stole her breath and
the tingling aftershocks made her head spin. His lips hovered so close it would
only take a small move to the right and a slight tilt of her chin and her lips
would be brushing his. Tasting him again, feeling her body come to life under
his touch as he infused her with—
Stop it . This is so not a good idea . At the very least he’s your boss and if Ryan taught you anything it was never mix business and pleasure . Ever . Again .
She stepped back, desperately needing the distance, and she
walked over to the windows. “Only we both know I’m not your enemy because you
ran a police check on me. Trust is a big issue for you isn’t it?”
He shrugged, the businessman back in action. “It’s standard
business procedure. AKP can’t afford anyone selling secrets.”
Surprise lit through her. “Does that really happen?”
“It can. We’re in an enviable market position at the moment but
business is fluid and it can change in a heartbeat. Which reminds me—you need to
sign a confidentiality clause stating that
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