Private Confessions

For a brief millisecond her feet wouldn’t move. She didn’t want to sit at his desk. The image of sitting on it kept elbowing to the front of her thoughts. But she couldn’t come up with a plausible reason to ask him to move to the table.

Reluctantly she stepped inside, trying to keep her eyes focused on anything other than Logan Moore and those lips that, just last night, had been planted firmly between her—

Another clench between the legs told her to calm down and let it go. She was a professional. She hadn’t made it to where she was by lusting over something as silly as a few open shirt buttons.

She picked up her pace and casually took a seat across from him. She just wouldn’t look at him. They were here to discuss her ad campaign, not to gaze into each other’s eyes.

Without a word of greeting, she dropped the folders onto the desk and opened the first. She pulled the now sweaty pen from her left hand and flipped open her notebook preparing to get down to business.

“So this is what we’ve got,” she said. “I think Tyndale is going to like these ads.”

“Good afternoon to you, too, Trisha.”

She slowly brought her eyes from the ads to his face. His mouth was cocked in a half-smile, she could swear his gaze had just been planted on her chest, and when their eyes locked, a bolt of lightning shot through her, curling her toes.

Don’t look at his eyes.

She quickly glanced to his hair and those dark, wavy curls that she’d had her fingers threaded through on a number of imaginary occasions.

Hair, bad.

She shot her eyes down to his chest.

No, not the chest.

His ear, she could focus on his ear, she thought, before remembering she’d nibbled on it last Tuesday.

As her eyes shot around his features like a pinball, she realized she was sinking without a net. She needed to pull it together. She quickly glanced at the bronze Remington statue that stood on the credenza behind him. A team of wild horses. How fitting. She’d need a team of horses to jolt the lust from her head.

“You’re always business, aren’t you, Trisha?”

Her eyes met his as she mentally slapped herself in the face. It was time to act like a grown woman, like a company director who was supposedly slated for a VP position at the prestigious Moore Agency. And if she wanted that spot, she was going to have to prove to herself that she could overcome this lust for her boss and act maturely instead of being some sort of flustered teenager.

She cleared her throat, took a deep breath and began acting like a woman who belonged in the business world.

“I’m just excited about this campaign. I think we’ll get the contract. We’ve come up with some ideas that match the tone of the resorts and the image Marc Tyndale wants to portray. You’ll be impressed.”

He glanced down to the files. “I’m always impressed when it comes to you.”

Not helping.

“I appreciate that.”

With his elbows propped on the armrests, he laced his fingers together and tilted back his chair, relaxed, casual and entirely sexy. His movement caused a light breeze of his aftershave to sweep up her nose, sending another intoxicating wave of heat through her midsection.

“I only have one problem when it comes to you, Trisha.”

That iced her down and grabbed her attention.

She studied him, waiting for an explanation.

His brief grin let her know he’d noticed the look of concern on her face. “Trisha, you work too hard. There’s only a couple nights a week you leave here on time.”

Those would be the nights she cut out to have imaginary sex with her boss.

He pulled up his chair and leaned his arms on the desk, moving a little too close for her comfort.

“What I’m getting at is, I don’t want to be responsible for ruining your personal life.”

Too late.

“If you need another assistant,” he continued, “please just say the word.”

She exhaled the breath she’d been holding and forced herself to relax.

“I appreciate that, but Devon and I are fine.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Really,” she insisted. “If I feel it’s too much, I’ll tell you, but for now, I’m fine.”

“Uh-huh. And I assume your boyfriend would agree?”

She opened her mouth, but any attempt at words would have only resulted in a low gurgle in her throat. Logan had never made reference to her personal life before. He’d always remained strictly business, and being that he was the reason she had no boyfriend, she wasn’t sure how to answer.

His smile turned to reluctance. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry into your personal life.”

“No, please.” She couldn’t let her silence make him feel like a cad. “It’s just…I don’t have a boyfriend, that’s all.”

Logan’s eyes darkened. She couldn’t tell if it was disbelief, or suspicion, but something inside him turned, and for the life of her, she didn’t understand why.

Why would Logan care that she was unattached? And why would he react with such obvious distaste? Plenty of people in the office were single. Logan himself was single, uninvolved in a serious relationship.

What did it matter to him?

And without a doubt, it mattered.

It was written all over his face.

She opened her mouth to inquire, but he cut her off.

“There’s more to life than work. You’re already doing a great job, you don’t need to do more and I need to know that you can delegate responsibility.”

Well, there it was. The hint that Adrienne’s VP rumor might actually be true.

“I’m just giving extra attention to Tyndale. I know how important this particular account is to you.”

A faint smile crossed his face. “It is important, but I won’t sacrifice my staff to get it. Besides, I need you rested for the sales pitch next week.”