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Crossing the Line. Megan Hart
Читать онлайн.Название Crossing the Line
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isbn 9781472096197
Автор произведения Megan Hart
Жанр Современные любовные романы
Издательство HarperCollins
5 Rules for Sexy Play in the Workplace!
1. Know the company policy—You just got an opportunity to finally snag that sweet corner office. The last thing you need is a wicked distraction....
2. Don’t date your boss—Sure, Jamison Wolfe has a smile that could send a woman into instant orgasmic joy. But more important, he’s your strict, control-freakish boss. Your hot, sexy, control-freakish boss.
3. Keep PDA out of the office—Okay, so you slipped up. Once. It was just the temptation of having Jamison at your complete naked mercy.
4. Prepare for the worst—This can’t go anywhere. You know it, he knows it. So why stop now?
5. Be discreet—Even when it gets more intense. Even when you push every limit you both possess...
To those about to read, I salute you.
RED-HOT READ!
That says it all, doesn’t it? I’m thrilled to be a part of the Cosmo Red-Hot Reads from Mills & Boon venture, bringing short, sexy fiction to readers who want their red-hot reads.
My heroine, Caite Fox, is just the sort of woman who’d like to get her hands on a red-hot read of her own—if she had time to do any reading for pleasure, that is. She’s kept pretty busy chasing after her boss, Jamison Wolfe, as they both try to wrangle a pair of out-of-control clients in their media management business. She’s the kind of woman who knows how to get what she wants, though, and she wants more than just the corner office.
She wants Jamison.
And he’s going to let her have him, even if he doesn’t know it in the beginning, because the sly Miss Fox has everything the big bad Wolfe craves. Smart, sexy, with a great sense of humor, she’s the kind of woman he’s been dreaming about getting on his knees for. Literally.
As both of them discover each other, I hope readers will fall in love with them as I have along the way!
Thanks for reading!
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Crossing the Line
Megan Hart
Contents
Jamison Wolfe was shouting again.
He did that a lot. On the phone, mostly, though Caite had heard him hollering in the lobby a few times when some particularly aggressive paparazzi had managed to get past the building security and find their way to the Wolfe and Baron offices in pursuit of a few of the company’s clients. Jamison lived up to his name when that happened, snarling and growling in defense of those he considered to be under his protection.
It was totally hot.
So far, Caite Fox had avoided being the recipient of Jamison’s fury, though she’d often thought about poking him to see if she could taunt him into losing control. The thought of it had been the subject of more than a few late-night fantasies, but she hadn’t done anything about it. First of all, teasing your boss into a hatefuck, no matter how exciting it seemed, was definitely a bad idea no matter where you worked. Second, it was super hard to seduce a guy who barely seemed to notice you existed. She worked mostly with Elise, scarcely saying more than a word to Jamison, despite her constant surveillance of him. So she bit her tongue and focused on staying under Jamison’s rage radar, doing her work the best she could—which was pretty damned well. She could say that and not be bragging. She’d been with Wolfe and Baron for only eight months but had already managed to accumulate an impressive client list of her own even while working on everything else her two bosses had delegated to her. This was the best job she’d ever had. Great perks, decent salary.
She considered the chance to surreptitiously ogle Jamison Wolfe one of the perks, and since he barely gave her the time of day, she had a lot of chances to check him out without him noticing. Now the rough, deep rumble of his voice rose through the office walls and sent a shiver creeping deliciously through her, and for a moment, Caite sat back in her chair to see if she could catch a peek at him across the hall. He often paced while he hollered, and she wasn’t disappointed now when he passed by his open door. Today he wore the charcoal suit with the deep pink shirt and silver-and-pink tie. One of Caite’s favorites.
Jamison pivoted on one perfectly shined black shoe, running a hand through his dark hair and rumpling it as she watched. When he turned, the light caught the glint of silver at his temples. With the phone clamped to his ear, his brow furrowed, he looked both formidable and regal, even when he started shouting again. That was the thing about him. Unlike a lot of men, who sputtered or turned red-faced and ugly in their fury, Jamison Wolfe never looked anything less than perfect.
“Caite?”
Startled, Caite swiveled in her chair to fully face the door, where her other boss, Elise Baron, had appeared. In contrast to Jamison, Elise looked anything but perfect. Her fair hair, usually pulled into a sleek French twist, had come loose around her face with pieces stuck lightly to her glistening forehead and cheeks. In the past month, her pregnancy had really begun to show, and her maternity suit wasn’t as tailored or flattering as the ones she usually wore—now her blouse had come untucked from the elastic waistband of her skirt. She’d taken off her shoes to reveal swollen feet and ankles, and her pale skin looked not only threaded with blue and red varicose veins but also oddly dimpled, as though she’d poked a finger into rising bread dough and left behind an indentation that was only slowly filling in.
“Elise. Hey. Are you okay?”
“No. I don’t think so.” Elise swallowed heavily and gripped the doorframe as she swayed. “I don’t feel well at all.”
“Sit.” Caite was up at once, taking Elise by the elbow to lead her to the futon across from her desk. Elise gave a grateful sigh as she sank onto it. “What’s going on?”
“I woke up with a headache today, but I figured it was just my normal sinus stuff going on. Allergies. But it’s been getting worse and I’m noticing a lot of swelling in my ankles.” Elise blinked rapidly, her normally implacable demeanor