At The Boss's Command. Darcy Maguire

and touched his smooth silk tie and his hard chest underneath, looking up.

      Their lips met.

      His mouth quivered beneath hers, softened, yielded, and danced with hers.

      He tasted as sweet and spicy as he smelt, like cinnamon toast and coffee… and his lips weren’t firm, they were soft, hot and intoxicating.

      Heat rushed through her body and the urge to deepen the kiss, wrap her arms around his body and drown in the man almost swamped her.

      Tahlia pulled back, letting the silk slide through her fingers. ‘O-kay,’ she breathed. ‘Thank you.’

      His eyes glittered. ‘What was that?’ he croaked, his voice husky.

      ‘I’m…I’m pretty sure it was a…kiss,’ she offered softly, staring at his mouth, her own tingling with a need for more. The crazy desire to push up against his body and try that again throbbed deep inside her.

      ‘Yes.’ He straightened his tie and tightened the knot, smoothing the silk flat against his shirt. ‘Why?’

      Her mind clambered for an answer. She had no idea how it had happened. Who had kissed whom? Oh, gawd. How had that happened?

      ‘Just checking,’ she said as casually as she could, swinging around and striding to the door on legs that felt spongy. She had to save this embarrassing situation and turn it around to her advantage.

      ‘Checking what, may I ask?’

      Her mind spun. What? How he kissed? That he was willing? That she could rise to any challenge for the job? That she was a babbling klutz around the man? She touched her tingling lips. That he liked her?

      She couldn’t help but smile. ‘That you sent the flowers.’

      TO: [email protected]

      CC: [email protected]

      FROM: [email protected]

      RE: Men

      Rub your good luck in, why don’t you? And I’m not protesting, I’m explaining. A girl’s gotta do what she’s gotta do.

      Tahlia

      Chapter Eleven

       Sagittarians—watch out, you may get more than you bargained for.

      CASE sagged on to the edge of the desk, gripping the edge of the timber tightly. What in hell—or heaven— was she doing to him?

      He rubbed his jaw. Reading his mind? Doing what he’d decided wasn’t a good idea? Taking the plunge and finding out if the feeling was mutual?

      Hell, yes.

      He had no idea how that had happened… Had he kissed her? Hell, he’d wanted to. He may have leant that bit closer, made it happen.

      What a kiss!

      She was more than a breath of fresh air—she was a spring breeze, warm and sensuous, encouraging a clean break from the past, the promise of something new and exciting.

      He stared at his office door, his heart still pumping hard, his blood hot, his whole body still in reaction to those sweet soft lips that had teased him with a hunger that he longed to sate, slowly and sensually through the night with her.

      And what a night it would be…exploring the magic that sparked between them like electricity, short-circuiting sense and setting off fires.

      Case stood up, raking his hands through his hair. Dammit. This wasn’t the time.

      He tried to laugh. That kiss had been one hell of a surprise. And he’d brought it on himself. He should have learnt by now that rash actions, like sending those flowers, led to trouble. Beautiful, radiant, curvaceous and irresistible trouble. A woman who he shouldn’t be engaging until after the staff assessments were done.

      A relationship was built on honesty and how could he be honest when he was pretending he wasn’t himself?

      Sure, she saw him as an almost-equal, saw him as he was…him. Hell, she would probably be perfectly suited to take over this position herself once he was done here.

      He loved the way she talked to him—no airs, not a grace in sight and enough blunt barbs to sink a ship.

      Would she be the same if she knew who he was? That he owned this company and several more? That he was so much more than the executive-on-the-way-up that he pretended to be? Would it matter to her?

      It had mattered to Celia. She’d totally conned him into believing she loved him. That she couldn’t get enough of him, that she’d die if she wasn’t his for ever.

      He’d never had anyone feel like that about him before, had been convinced it couldn’t happen if he didn’t have that same intensity and commitment. Had married her anyway and had done all he could to live up to her adoration.

      He had been such a fool.

      The fax machine bleated. Case ignored it. He knew who it was from, same time every day.

      He hadn’t had a clue with Celia. Not when the ‘simple’ wedding to seal their love had turned into a three hundred guests media extravaganza because it was her ‘special’ day. Not when the Melbourne penthouse hadn’t been big enough and a twelve-room mansion on the park was what she wanted, because they did want to start a family. And not when her desire to see the world didn’t include him, because he had to stay at home and work for their future.

      He had been an idiot. He’d rushed into Celia because she hadn’t wanted him to think straight. He wasn’t about to make the same mistake again.

      This time he was older, wiser and in control.

      Case moved to the fax machine, plucked the paper from the tray and went back to his desk, sitting down in his large leather chair, running his tongue across lips that begged for more.

      Was the ball in his court? Did he want to return it? Hell, yes. No matter what had happened with Celia, there was no way he was going to miss out on discovering what lay beneath Tahlia Moran’s captivating layers—in due course, after his work was done.

      He laid out the fax in front of him, forwarded from his head office. Since his mother had discovered the fax machine she’d committed herself to keeping him informed of the entire Darrington family tree via the fax.

      She knew he was hard to catch, always on the go, busy-as-hell with his businesses and she’d given up on trying to talk to him ‘like normal people’ did on the phone and had found an alternative.

      It was endearingly crazy. It wasn’t as if he needed to know what operation his father’s sister’s mother-in-law was having, who his cousin was dating or what the cook served for dinner last night, but he had to love her.

      The curse of the only child, he guessed. Who else was she going to tell? His father was always busy— too busy for much except eating and sleeping and, of course, work.

      His mother was still waiting for him to retire, so that they could have some time together, and his father could live life…only business came first.

      Case jerked to his feet and strode to the door. He’d made enough mistakes where work was concerned. He wasn’t going to wait until business fell into place to live… And at this moment living meant Tahlia… and discovering everything about her.

      Case couldn’t wait.

      He gripped the door handle and paused. He’d have to be careful. He’d romance her in a leisurely way, with deliberate style and elegance, ensuring this staff assessment was done before he let himself drown in those sea-green eyes and luscious lips.

      He wasn’t going to mix business with pleasure.

      Tahlia couldn’t stop smiling.

      Oh my God, she’d kissed her boss! And he’d been incredible.

      She’d