Anne has worked for her sexy, ex-surfer, businessman boss for seven years, and she’s been in love with him for two. Jake doesn’t think about her as anything but his ever-efficient assistant, though. She’s been trying to get over her feelings by dating other men and interviewing for other jobs—which doesn’t make Jake very happy. But Anne is determined not to put her life on hold for him.
When she gets a new job offer, Jake will do anything he can to keep her, but he still only seems to want her as an employee. Anne might find him irresistible, but she’s learned to resist. There are lines that he’ll just never cross.
But then everything changes in only one night...
Ever since her former roommates deserted her, Meg has had to share an apartment with a lazy, obnoxious ass. He won’t pick up after himself, and he refuses to get a good job. Plus, he doesn’t always wear enough clothes—which is really a problem, because he’s hot.
Maybe he’s occasionally funny. And every now and then he can be sweet. But mostly he’s just annoying. It doesn’t matter how much he’s starting to flirt with her—Meg is going to resist. She’s way too smart to fall for a guy who never takes anything seriously.
But then everything changes in only one night...
Raney wants to enjoy being a bridesmaid at her friend’s wedding, but the best man, Justin Woodward, keeps putting a damper on her mood. He’s brilliant and kind of geeky—not at all the kind of guy she’s used to—but she’s always been nice to him, so she can’t figure out why he acts so cool and obnoxious with her.
It shouldn’t matter what he feels about her, but she can’t stop thinking about him. So her mission for the weekend is to get Justin to like her. Her attempts don’t seem to work at all.
But then everything changes in only one night...
One
Night with her Boss:
She leaned down to open the correct drawer and
rifled through files quickly until she found the right one.
Jake had followed her over, and she could feel
him bristling behind her as she turned around to hand him the file.
He stared down at it. “Why aren’t the receipts
in the February drawer?”
“Because the receipts are all over here. If you
would let me keep the records electronically, we wouldn’t have this argument
every other week.”
“Do you really think I’m going to trust the last
ten years of my life to a computer? You’ve got to be crazy. I could lose
everything with a key stroke.”
He’d always been kind of a Luddite. A lot of the
time she found it adorable.
Not today.
It bothered her unreasonably that he evidently
thought the last ten years of his life were only about building this company.
As if he was nothing but his work.
She cleared her throat. “Keeping paper records
means you could lose everything to a fire.”
“The cabinets are fire proof.”
She shook her head. “Fine. It’s your business.
Your files. You can keep ancient paper records if you want. But you aren’t
allowed in here. If you want something, ask me.”
He stepped a little closer and braced his arm on
the cabinet next to her shoulder. “Who’s the boss here anyway?”
She could tell his mood had changed. He wasn’t
angry. He was still bristling, but also almost dryly amused. The transformation
of his expression left her breathless, as did his proximity.
Her eyes were right at his chin level, so she
had to tilt her head up to meet his eyes. “I’m not trying to be the boss.”
His mouth twitched almost imperceptibly. “You’re
pretty bossy, to not be trying to be the boss.”
She swallowed hard, clenching her fists to keep
herself from putting her hands on his chest. When he was like this—clever, dry,
focused on her—she always seemed to want him the most. “Well, I’m the boss of
this room. You’re the boss of everything else.”
“Is that how it works?” He braced his other hand
on the cabinet, trapping her between his arms.
“Yes.” She was flushed all over and suddenly
conscious of the ache of arousal between her thighs. She had no idea when that
had happened. “That’s how it works.”
She could see that he was breathing quickly too,
and he looked as hot as she felt. Something new had blazed up in his eyes, and
for a moment she was sure he would kiss her.
But he didn’t.
Of course, he didn’t.
She was his assistant. Not his girlfriend.
“Okay then,” he muttered, dropping his arms and
stepping back.
“Okay.” She was almost shaking, her body primed
and ready for something to happen. When clearly nothing was going to happen.
Noelle handwrote her first romance novel in a spiral-bound notebook when she was twelve, and she hasn’t stopped writing since. She has lived in eight different states and currently resides in Virginia, where she teaches English, reads any book she can get her hands on, and offers tribute to a very spoiled cocker spaniel.
She loves travel, art, history, and ice cream. After spending far too many years of her life in graduate school, she has decided to reorient her priorities and focus on writing contemporary romances.
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