time it would take to sit down and discuss her qualifications with him. She was a software design consultant and her contract was going to expire soon.
When Elsie stepped off the elevator, she came up short. Damn! It opened right to the reception area, not a hallway where she could run to the restroom and check out her makeup.
She touched her upswept hair and found that an errant curl or two had escaped and she gave a frustrated sigh.
A gray-haired woman about the same age and build as Elsie’s grandmother rose from her chair behind the receptionist’s desk, her eyebrows cocked, making Elsie wonder if her skirt was on backward or if her makeup had melted all over her face.
“Just leave a wet T-shirt contest?” the woman said with amusement in her tone.
“Wha—” Elsie looked down at her silk cream blouse and felt heat rush to her cheeks and to the roots of her hair. The silk was practically invisible against her skin, her satin bra standing out as clearly as if she was wearing nothing over it. And, “Oh, my God,” she said as she saw her nipples hard and pointed through the material.
She looked at the receptionist in horror. “I-I—”
“Ms. Meyers?” came a deep male voice from her left.
Her skin prickled with more heat. If it was John Bennett, she was going to die of embarrassment. The floor might as well swallow her up right now.
Don’t let it be Bennett! Don’t let it be—
“John Bennett.” He held out his hand as she slowly swiveled toward him and her eyes met his. “Right on time.”
“Uhhh,” was the only sound she managed to get out as heat flooded her body.
A zinging sensation zipped straight to her belly when he shook her hand.
Something flashed in his blue eyes but quickly vanished as he released her. God, the 6
Taking the Job
man was gorgeous. Neatly cut blond hair, broad shoulders beneath an expensive business suit and a blue tie that matched the blue of his eyes.
And he looked somewhat familiar…
He politely kept his gaze on her face and not on her wet blouse as he released her hand.
“Are you leaving for the day, Theresa?” he asked the older woman who still wore an expression of amusement.
“If you won’t be needing me, Mr. Bennett,” the woman he’d called Theresa said,
“I’ll head out into that lovely storm. The rest of the staff has already left for the day.”
Bennett nodded and smiled. “Enjoy your grandkids while your daughter’s in town.”
“I will—the little monsters.” Theresa swept by Elsie with a smile. “See you Monday.”
As Theresa punched the button for the down elevator, John gestured toward a tall mahogany door at the corner of the expansive room filled with cubicles. “The heat’s on in my office, so you should warm up, Ms. Meyers.”
Not that her body wasn’t on fire already with embarrassment and from the intense look in the gorgeous man’s eyes—and the fact that she was practically naked from the waist up. Thoughts of him warming her up, personally, filled her mind and her cheeks were on fire.
Elsie took a deep breath as she clutched her briefcase strap with one hand and walked ahead of him as he’d indicated. She imagined the heat of his stare on her back as she preceded him to his office.
After she entered, she felt like an automaton as she walked through the door then seated herself on one of the thickly padded arm chairs in front of his desk. She perched on the edge of her seat, her back ramrod straight, her briefcase at her feet. Water 7
Cheyenne McCray
droplets trickled down her spine, ending at the waistband of her skirt. She was going to leave a damned wet spot on the chair when she stood up.
And if her libido didn’t calm down from being close to John Bennett, the wet spot wasn’t going to be just from the rain.
His office was all mahogany with rich navy carpeting and upholstery. Everything from the globe by the window to the shelves of books with various forms of artwork. It was everything she imagined
When Elsie stepped off the elevator, she came up short. Damn! It opened right to the reception area, not a hallway where she could run to the restroom and check out her makeup.
She touched her upswept hair and found that an errant curl or two had escaped and she gave a frustrated sigh.
A gray-haired woman about the same age and build as Elsie’s grandmother rose from her chair behind the receptionist’s desk, her eyebrows cocked, making Elsie wonder if her skirt was on backward or if her makeup had melted all over her face.
“Just leave a wet T-shirt contest?” the woman said with amusement in her tone.
“Wha—” Elsie looked down at her silk cream blouse and felt heat rush to her cheeks and to the roots of her hair. The silk was practically invisible against her skin, her satin bra standing out as clearly as if she was wearing nothing over it. And, “Oh, my God,” she said as she saw her nipples hard and pointed through the material.
She looked at the receptionist in horror. “I-I—”
“Ms. Meyers?” came a deep male voice from her left.
Her skin prickled with more heat. If it was John Bennett, she was going to die of embarrassment. The floor might as well swallow her up right now.
Don’t let it be Bennett! Don’t let it be—
“John Bennett.” He held out his hand as she slowly swiveled toward him and her eyes met his. “Right on time.”
“Uhhh,” was the only sound she managed to get out as heat flooded her body.
A zinging sensation zipped straight to her belly when he shook her hand.
Something flashed in his blue eyes but quickly vanished as he released her. God, the 6
Taking the Job
man was gorgeous. Neatly cut blond hair, broad shoulders beneath an expensive business suit and a blue tie that matched the blue of his eyes.
And he looked somewhat familiar…
He politely kept his gaze on her face and not on her wet blouse as he released her hand.
“Are you leaving for the day, Theresa?” he asked the older woman who still wore an expression of amusement.
“If you won’t be needing me, Mr. Bennett,” the woman he’d called Theresa said,
“I’ll head out into that lovely storm. The rest of the staff has already left for the day.”
Bennett nodded and smiled. “Enjoy your grandkids while your daughter’s in town.”
“I will—the little monsters.” Theresa swept by Elsie with a smile. “See you Monday.”
As Theresa punched the button for the down elevator, John gestured toward a tall mahogany door at the corner of the expansive room filled with cubicles. “The heat’s on in my office, so you should warm up, Ms. Meyers.”
Not that her body wasn’t on fire already with embarrassment and from the intense look in the gorgeous man’s eyes—and the fact that she was practically naked from the waist up. Thoughts of him warming her up, personally, filled her mind and her cheeks were on fire.
Elsie took a deep breath as she clutched her briefcase strap with one hand and walked ahead of him as he’d indicated. She imagined the heat of his stare on her back as she preceded him to his office.
After she entered, she felt like an automaton as she walked through the door then seated herself on one of the thickly padded arm chairs in front of his desk. She perched on the edge of her seat, her back ramrod straight, her briefcase at her feet. Water 7
Cheyenne McCray
droplets trickled down her spine, ending at the waistband of her skirt. She was going to leave a damned wet spot on the chair when she stood up.
And if her libido didn’t calm down from being close to John Bennett, the wet spot wasn’t going to be just from the rain.
His office was all mahogany with rich navy carpeting and upholstery. Everything from the globe by the window to the shelves of books with various forms of artwork. It was everything she imagined
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