Temporary To Tempted. Jessica Lemmon

on whether or not she was datable. She shoved aside all thoughts of the wedding and focused on what she did most—what she did best—fixing companies.

      Flynn and Sabrina left the haven of the break room, Gage and Reid following behind. On their walk to their offices, Gage asked Reid, “How was your trip?”

      His British friend, coffee mug lifted, grinned. “Grand.”

      “Because of...”

      “Suzie Daniels. A pretty American in a foreign land who needed companionship from a local who was willing to show her a good time.” Reid rested his palm over his heart. “I showed her repeatedly. Lucky lady.”

      Gage had to chuckle. Reid was a playboy and a half, but he was also a nice guy. No doubt Suzie Daniels had kissed him farewell and hadn’t regretted a single minute of their time together. Gage hadn’t been as fortunate with his past hookups. He must throw off a serious boyfriend vibe. The women he dated always wanted more, always wanted it too quickly and weren’t happy when he declined. The last woman he dated had told him he’d wasted her time and said she wished she’d never met him. Ouch.

      “And your weekend?” Reid asked, stopping next to Gage’s office.

      “Went to From Afar with Flynn and Sabrina on Friday night for a drink after work. After they left, the strangest thing...” Gage fell silent when he spotted a flash of red hair in the conference room. And when her head lifted slightly and he caught sight of her profile, he recognized her instantly.

      She was the woman who’d attempted to buy him like a suit off a rack. The more he’d thought about that interaction the more it had bothered him. Not because he felt cheap or used, but because the beauty who’d invaded his dreams had truly believed the money was going to seal the deal with them. As if she didn’t have enough confidence to strike up a conversation about what she needed, but instead felt the need to offer him cash.

      “Holy hell.” Gage grabbed Reid’s arm and dragged him back into the hallway they’d just exited, Reid complaining since he’d sloshed coffee onto the carpet and narrowly missed his shoes. Gage had done a good job of spilling his own coffee on his shirt. Hot liquid burned through the pale blue button-down, and he swore.

      “What just happened?” Reid shook coffee droplets off his fingers.

      “She’s stalking me.” Gage scrubbed at his shirt with one hand.

      “Who?”

      Reid peered around the corner and Gage slunk farther into the hall. When he’d concluded that the redhead was “crackers,” he’d thought he’d been half joking. Apparently, he hadn’t.

      “That’s the woman I was just going to tell you about,” Gage whispered, though there was no way she could hear him from the conference room. “She approached me at the bar Friday night and offered to pay me two grand to spend a weekend with her.”

      Reid’s eyebrows lifted, wrinkling his brow. “And you said no.” He stole another peek and regarded Gage dubiously. “Why?”

      “Because she’s insane?” That seemed the only reasonable explanation now.

      “You’re the insane one, my friend, if you didn’t snap her up and have your way with her right there on the bar top. Hell, I wouldn’t have charged her at all.”

      “The offer wasn’t for sex. It was for me to fly to Ohio and attend a wedding. She wanted me to pretend to be seeing her or something.”

      “Oh.” Reid’s disappointment was obvious. “That’s not the same thing at all.”

      “No. It’s not.” Gage returned to the break room and set his mug aside. He grabbed a dish towel and scrubbed at the coffee stain low on his shirt.

      Reid wasn’t far behind. “What’s she doing here?”

      “I have no idea.”

      “Gage?” Yasmine stepped into the break room. “Andy Payne is here to see you.”

      “Perfect timing.” Gage gestured at his soiled shirt. “Tell him I’ll be right out. Who’s the redhead?”

      Yasmine blinked. “Andy Payne.”

      “Andy Payne is the fixer, love,” Reid told her gently. “We want to know who the vixen in the cream-colored suit is.”

      “Andy Payne,” Yasmine repeated with slow insistence and enough confidence that Reid and Gage exchanged glances.

      “She’s Andy Payne?” Gage asked, still trying to wrap his head around the idea that the woman who approached him at the bar was the “guy” he’d hired to whip his sales team into shape.

      “Surprising, right? How sexist are we?” Yasmine shrugged. “I thought Andy was going to be a dude, too.”

      Reid smiled to beat all. “I believe I’ll go with you to meet this Andy Payne, Gagey. Do bring up Friday for my benefit, yeah?”

      “No,” Gage growled, his head still spinning with the new information. “I’ll go alone to meet...her.”

      As he exited the break room, he muttered, “Again.”

       Four

      The projector was positioned, her laptop open and the PowerPoint presentation cued up.

      Andy tidied the bound sales plans—one for her and one for Gage. She’d arranged herself at the head of the conference table and placed the report to her left elbow at the corner. She found it easier to coordinate a plan when they weren’t facing each other from opposing sides.

      Sometimes these meetings went smoothly, with the managers or CEOs who’d hired her easing into the adjustment as they learned that Andy Payne was the female currently introducing herself. Other times, they reacted angrily and accused her of pulling a fast one on them. Mostly it was the former.

      They’d hired her for her expertise, and that was what she reminded them of when she arrived. She’d only had three men ever react poorly and had only ever lost one job because of it. The sexist bastard. No matter, her contract was ironclad and nonrefundable. She’d bought a weekend spa retreat with the money that particular time and had no qualms about enjoying her paid leave.

      She sat on the edge of the padded chair and turned her head in time to see a man rapidly approaching the conference room. She recognized the scruffy jaw, the slight curl to the longish hair on top of his head...and the answering recognition in his caramel-brown eyes.

      She stood slowly, feeling her jaw drop to the floor as he shut the conference room door behind him and looked down his nose at her. Although she wasn’t that much shorter than him.

      “You’re Andy Payne,” he said flatly.

      Her mouth still agape, she managed a stunned nod. Warmth seeped from her cami, over her décolletage and up her neck. No doubt she was turning a stunning shade of pink while he watched her.

      And he did watch her. Carefully. And unhappily.

      As quickly as she could move, she slapped the lid closed on her laptop and yanked the cord free from the wall. “I’m—uh,” she said as she hastily stacked the reports. “I have to...um...”

      She yanked her bag off the chair but the strap caught, scattering the pages in her dossier on Monarch to the floor along with several pens, her cell phone charger and a tube of lipstick.

      This was going well.

      She crouched to the floor to sweep the contents of the bag back into it. “You must be Gage.”

      “In the flesh.” He knelt next to her and picked up one of her pens that had fallen to the floor.

      “I didn’t know you were you when I approached you on Friday or I never would’ve done it,” she said as she gathered