Temporary Boss...Forever Husband. Stacy Connelly

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Автор произведения Stacy Connelly
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only had two days left at Knox Security. After that, they’d no longer be coworkers. She’d move on to another temp job, and he—he had way too much on his mind to even think of a serious relationship.

      Who says it has to be serious? his libido argued slyly as they climbed into his car. The energy and excitement in her smile worked its way under his skin, buzzing with an awareness of how long it had been since he’d pursued any kind of relationship with a woman. And after all, Allison was all about fun, the kind of woman who might be open to something less than serious.

      “I still say I owe you,” Zach said once he’d pulled the car out of the parking lot. “How did you know those details about Knox’s client list?”

      “A few days ago, I ran copies of the company’s references for some sales packets. I was pretty sure I remembered most of the names … and well, the numbers were a bit of a guesstimate.”

      “A guesstimate?”

      “Okay, more of a guess, but hey, it worked, right?”

      Zach felt any hint of a smile wiped clean away. No wonder he worked alone. He couldn’t risk his future success on someone else who might have “fun” guessing at facts and figures. What if Riana Collins had figured out that Allison was making up her information? Allison could have blown the whole deal.

      And she could have refused to help at all, his conscience goaded. She’d bailed him out when he asked her to, so it was a little late to worry about her methods.

      “Do you still think you owe me or have I negated that with my creative sales pitch?”

      Zach glanced over, catching glimpses of Allison’s face in the passing streetlights like watching a flickering black-and-white television set. Only there was nothing old-fashioned or quaint about Allison. She was bold, confident, a high-definition type of woman. “The evening was still a success, thanks to you.”

      “What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t help you out?”

      What kind of girlfriend would she be? The kind to understand when he worked late at night, when he cancelled plans on the weekend, when he overlooked personal milestones for another professional stepping-stone? Or would she expect more—more of his time, more of his attention, more than he could give? Automatically, his hand tightened on the wheel. “Allie …”

      “Relax, Zach. I was just kidding. I know you don’t do relationships.”

      “Right.”

      “You’re all about work.”

      “I am …”

      “You don’t have time to for play.”

      “Well …”

      “And you’d make a terrible boyfriend.”

      Allison made that statement as he pulled into the underground parking garage at Knox. He found a spot next to her car, a lime-green VW bug, and cut the engine. She sat angled toward him, clearly expecting him to agree with everything she’d just said.

      Which, he thought as he climbed from the car, was exactly what a smart man would do. Because everything she said was true. And yet when he met Allison on the other side of the car, he heard himself ask, “Is that another guesstimate?”

      A puzzled frown touched her features. “What?”

      “You’ve had a lot to say without knowing the facts.”

      Allison’s eyes widened as he drew closer. She looked far more worried now than she had when he confronted her about bending the truth at dinner. “Well …”

      “After all, we’ve never been on a real date.”

      “Of course not.”

      “And we’ve never kissed.”

      “No, but—”

      “Never slept together.”

      A soft blush lit her cheeks. “Obviously not.”

      She took a step back only to bump up against the car.

      “And while I might be a bad boyfriend, there are some things I’m very good at.”

      He stepped closer, trapping her against the hood of the car, but Allison didn’t try to escape. He moved slowly, giving her time to protest but not so slowly as to give himself time to wonder what the hell he thought he was doing. He lowered his head, his gaze on her softly parted lips, but there was something else …

      That dimple, the one that teased him whenever she smiled. She wasn’t smiling now, but Zach couldn’t resist brushing his lips against the spot as if the heated touch might somehow bring out the tiny indentation. He followed the subtle curve of her cheekbone toward her ear and the tender skin below her jaw.

      Allison’s breath caught as her head tilted back. She whispered his name and Zach couldn’t deny the plea in her voice or his own need to really kiss her. Giving in, he slanted his mouth over hers, her lips soft and yielding beneath his own. She tasted like the Cajun barbecue sauce she’d dipped her chicken skewers into at dinner, a mix of spices made hotter by their kiss, and he couldn’t get enough. Allison raised her arms, but instead of pushing him away, she ran one hand through his hair while the other wrapped around his tie, pulling him closer …

      Desire pulsed through his veins, and the hands he’d placed on Allison’s hips drifted into more dangerous territory. He didn’t know how far over the line they would have landed if not for the beep of a car alarm several rows away.

      The sound rang like a wake-up call to Zach’s common sense. He was in a parking lot with Allison pressed up against his car like a would-be hood ornament. And not just any parking lot, but the parking lot at work where any fellow employee or—worse—his boss could walk by.

      Lifting his head, he sucked in a much needed breath. “Allison—”

      “We have to stop,” she said, ducking away before he had a chance to protest. Her skin was flushed, her lips swollen from his kiss, her chest rising and falling rapidly, and it took every bit of self-control Zach had not to pull her back into his arms. “I mean, this is crazy. We’re at work! I only have a few days left here and …”

      “A few days,” Zach echoed when Allison’s words trailed away.

      “Yes. Tuesday is my last day.” The awareness shining in her eyes revealed all they weren’t saying.

      In a few days, Allison would no longer be a Knox employee. All the red lights that had him pounding on the brakes a second ago suddenly turned green … “Allison, don’t take this the wrong way, but I can’t wait until you’re gone.”

       Chapter Three

      “You’re here early.”

      Zach looked away from his computer screen as his boss, Daryl Evans, walked into his office. “It’s almost seven.”

      Not early by Zach’s way of thinking. Maybe it was being born and raised in Phoenix, but he’d always believed morning was the best part of the day. Except during the worst heat of the summer months, dawn offered crisp, refreshing air and the kiss of cool dew on the grass. Brief moments of respite before the scorching afternoons.

      That was how he felt about arriving at the office during those early hours, too. He liked the peace and quiet before the chaos of the workday began. Once eight o’clock rolled around, the silence was broken by ringing phones, beeping computers, and the chatter of his fellow employees going about their jobs. He liked that part, too. The energy and the noise and the occasionally hectic atmosphere. But he needed the soothing quiet first. Kind of like enjoying a cup of herbal tea before taking a straight shot of espresso.

      Lately, though, Daryl had a habit of dropping in. Not just in the mornings, but at various times throughout the week. And that kind of interruption Zach didn’t like.

      Daryl