Nicola Marsh - Overtime in the Boss's Bed

The problem was the object of that fantasy night was standing right in front of her, looking way too cool in his designer duds, and the memory of the magic they’d shared was way too fresh.

‘That night was a little crazy. I guess we both felt like company. Let’s just leave it at that.’

She wanted to push the issue, wanted him to acknowledge there’d been far more between them than two people seeking company, but what was the point?

Nothing she could say or do would erase that night, and it sure wouldn’t make working for him any easier.

Working for him.

She was seriously contemplating working for a guy she couldn’t get out of her head, no matter how hard she tried?

‘Fine, we’ll leave it at that.’

It wasn’t fine, but what choice did she have?

The old cliché ‘beggars can’t be choosers’ sprang to mind, and as she cast a longing look around the cosy cottage she knew what she had to do.

‘I’ll take the job.’

She stuck her hand out to cement her decision, but as his hand enclosed hers, firm, solid, way too warm, she wondered if she still had time to flee.

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