Boss - Katy Evans Mills & Boon Desire

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that he’s smarter than he looks and knows what his father was up to from the beginning?

      I bristle a little. Almost wanting to warn him. Yes. Watch your back! This place is for people who value work and don’t throw time away like you do your girls! But I don’t say that.

      Still, emboldened by what Alastair has just requested of me, I say, “Only that your father has always trusted me to do what’s best for my team—I expect the same courtesy from you, Mr. Walker.”

      “Oh. I go by Kit.” His lips begin to curve upward. “And I’ll do my best to grant you as much freedom as my father does, Miss Croft.” He smiles completely now; a drop-dead gorgeous smile perfectly suited to that drop-dead gorgeous face.

      I know he’s playing with me. And I start to suspect there is more to this boy than just a pretty face—like Alastair said, he has intelligence, pride and obviously a keen sixth sense. And I can’t help but feel my reaction to Kit’s smile deep in my gut.

      God help me. It’s going to be a long day. A long month. Worse...a long year, if the bastard stays. I smile tightly in return and nod my head. “Well then, I’ll be ready. Now, am I excused? Some of us need to get back to work.” I try to say that playfully, though Alastair knows I’m a workaholic and rarely make room for chitchat at work. He nods and I head out. Back straight, shoulders rigid, as if I’m not acutely aware of Kit Walker’s eyes on me as I leave.

      “Is he not the most gorgeous—” Angela, one of the most boisterous members of my design team, purrs the moment I reach my floor.

      “Get back to work,” I snap. Everyone looks up from what they’re doing.

      I head to my private office in the back and exhale, wondering why that sexy, coddled playboy pushed buttons I was never really aware of before. Until now.

       Three

      It’s been a week since Alastair told me he was retiring, and now I’m sitting at my dresser, preparing for his retirement party. He’s hired out a posh hotel on Michigan Avenue where over three hundred employees will gather to celebrate his time at Cupid’s Arrow.

      “I still can’t believe how gorgeous Alastair’s youngest is,” Ellie says. “I can’t believe Alastair asked you to help teach him the ropes.”

      I start brushing my hair and smirk at her. “Good genetics. Alastair is very good-looking, too. He has two sons from different marriages and a string of affairs to attest to how those Walker men are candy to the ladies.”

      I twist my hair back into a bun as quickly as possible so that I can finish my makeup. I may be a designer, but styling hair has never been my strong point. I continue with my makeup, ensuring that it enhances my blue-green eyes and light skin tone.

      Why am I so nervous about tonight?

      Is it because Alastair is leaving...or because Kit is taking over?

      “I’m sort of dreading this whole thing, Ellie. I mean... Why does Alastair think I have the ability to change some playboy into a model boss and entrepreneur? It’s ludicrous, really.”

      “But you did notice the way you two sort of lit up the whole room when you saw each other?” Ellie, not one to miss anything, asks.

      A little tingle races down my spine at the thought of seeing Kit again.

      I try to push the memory of our initial meeting aside, but the nervousness increases. I examine my face and figure in the mirror, wanting to look perfect.

      My hours at the gym have paid off and my slinkiest black dress finally fits me again. It hugs my hips and shows off the perpetual flatness of my chest and stomach. It makes me look professional, at least, and that’s what I need this evening.

      I spritz some perfume on my neck and wrists. “No, I won’t admit to that,” I finally say in my effort to put that meeting past me. “In fact, I think you’re seeing things, and I blame your new low-carb diet.” Fixing my hair one last time in the mirror, I quickly change the subject. “Okay, I’m ready. You?”

      I cross the room to find a suitable pair of shoes while Ellie takes my place on the vanity bench. “I’m ready. But are we seriously not going to talk about this? Alex, we’ve been friends for ages. Even before Cupid’s Arrow. We grew up together. I know you.”

      “Okay, fine. I haven’t been on a date in two years and I suppose I was struck by the man’s utter beauty and his gorgeous—we can’t deny it—British accent,” I say, slipping on my favorite red heels. “That speaks volumes about me, don’t you think? That some stranger can just throw me off the way he did?”

      Ellie laughs. “It speaks volumes that you need to get laid. Even workaholics need a little playtime.”

      “Not this one. And especially not with him. God, he was such an ass in Alastair’s office, Ellie!” I stand up, wriggling my toes in my shoes to make sure they’re comfortable enough to drive in. “I suppose if a decent man asked me on a date, maybe I’d go out with him.”

      This week I’ve been sleepless, wondering why meeting Kit has made me think a lot about the romance in my life—or lack thereof. And how much I’d love to change that.

      “Like who?”

      I shrug. “I don’t know.”

      Ellie arranges her bun and twirls around, inspecting herself in the mirror. “Yeah, well. I do. Alastair’s son. You would totally date him.”

      “No, I shouldn’t. Alastair once told me his eldest son, William, is like his first wife, who was very responsible and divorced Alastair because he was such a mess in his younger years. But if Kit is anything like his father when he was younger or that stripper second wife he married, I wouldn’t touch him with a ten-foot pole. Players aren’t my thing.”

      Ellie frowns at me, looking disappointed.

      I laugh. “I just like guys that aren’t complete assholes, Ellie. Like that one boyfriend who was so easygoing. Maybe too easygoing to the point maybe I thought he didn’t care?” I grab my car keys from my dresser and pull Ellie to the door. “I know what you’re thinking. But I’m not picky. I just have standards.”

      Ellie and I head out to the car together, complimenting each other’s outfits.

      “I have standards, too, but I occasionally date, you know?” she counters as we get in my car. “It’s not a bad thing to recognize that you’re a woman and have needs.”

      I groan and playfully swat her shoulder before starting the engine. “Stop it. I need to be professional tonight and I can’t be moping around about my datelessness these past two years.”

      The truth is that I’m more nervous than I’m letting on.

      I haven’t been to a party in a while, let alone one as important as this. Kit will be there tonight. I need to make the right impression from the start. Do I act professional? Do I try to be friendly with him in a way that’s totally out of character for me? I’m not sure what Alastair will expect.

      “Are you going to pull out of the parking spot?”

      I blink, realizing I’ve been sitting in the driver’s seat for a solid minute. I shake my head at myself, shifting into Drive.

      “Wow. Alex Croft, completely dazed by a guy.” Ellie laughs.

      As I pull into traffic, I rub at my eye absentmindedly, then quickly pray I haven’t smudged my makeup. “This has nothing to do with a guy. We barely exchanged words. It’s just that tonight is important.”

      “I’ve never seen you so flustered. Do you want to talk about it?”

      “No,” I say bluntly. Then I laugh when she just wags her eyebrows. “You know I’m nervous about this whole deal.

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