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was standing in the doorway; her short curly hair brushed her cheeks. He really did like the slim-fitting skirt she wore—it was plaid and her black knee-high boots made her look tall. The plain black sweater clung to her breasts, and he realized he was staring when she cleared her throat.

      “Yes, Astrid?”

      “I need to pop down to legal to get Steph’s offer details in to legal. You mind if I let my phone go unanswered?”

      “No, not at all. That was quick.” He was definitely going to like the perks that came with working in a large company. Being able to delegate tasks and have them done quickly—that was something he’d needed for a while.

      Henry had been producing on his own in between handling his own endorsement deals for athletic shoes and soft drinks. He’d also hosted a kids’ sports TV show that had run for two seasons. He liked the perks that went along with being a celebrity, but hadn’t relished having to do so much of the legwork himself.

      She smiled at him. “I aim to please.”

      “You’ve accomplished that,” he said.

      She left and he turned his chair so that he was facing the windows instead of watching the empty doorway. He’d always been a bit of a loner and that had suited him but having someone work for him … she was like his butler, he thought.

      Yeah, right. He’d never ogled Hammond’s legs. Yet he had to remember that Astrid did work for him. His own mother’s affair with her record producer had led to the end of her singing career and his birth. He wondered sometimes if she ever resented that, but she’d never said.

      He brushed that thought away. This was a new century. Attitudes were different than they had been in the ‘70s. But he still didn’t want to make Astrid feel uncomfortable in the office with him.

      At the same time he knew that he wasn’t going to be able to resist pulling Astrid into his arms before too long and finding out how good that sassy mouth of hers tasted under his.

      His phone rang and he reached for it. “Devonshire here.”

      “Henry? This is your mum.”

      He loved how she always identified herself even though he could never mistake her for anyone else. “Hello, Mum. What’s up?”

      “I need a favor,” Tiffany Malone-Ferguson said. “Do you know anyone at Channel Four?”

      He knew a few people there. And he was afraid that this was going to be another attempt for his mother to regain the limelight. When pop stars and celebrities from the ‘70s and ‘80s had started turning up on game-style shows on Channel Four, his mum went mad. She’d said that she could return to the spotlight now that his halfbrothers were older.

      “I have talked to everyone I know over there more than once.”

      “Will you try again? Gordon suggested I start a show like that American show The Bachelor, but for rugby players. I know the lifestyle and I could definitely help arrange suitable girls. Not those tart scrummies that always pop up in the tabloids.”

      This idea wasn’t half-bad. He made a few notes and asked her more questions about her idea. “I’ll see what I can do.”

      “You’re the best, Henry. Love you.”

      “Love you too, Mum,” he said, disconnecting the call.

      He held his mobile loosely in his hand for another minute until someone cleared their throat and he glanced up to see Astrid standing in his doorway.

      “Yes?”

      “I need your signature on these forms. The runner from talent scout Roger McMillan dropped this demo off with a note that they are playing tonight. And I’m going to need you to give me a little more information on Steph,” she said, holding a sheaf of papers out toward him.

      He gestured for her to come in.

      “Also the head of legal wants a meeting with you to discuss contract procedures. I know you said we’d be working out of your Bromley office, but the management staff have enquired about setting up meetings with you. Do you want me to direct them to your home office?”

      He leaned back in his chair. “No. I think we’d better establish a day in the office each week for meetings. I have six direct reports, right?”

      “Yes, sir.”

      “Have them all scheduled for tomorrow,” he said. He’d learned the hard way at rugby that if he didn’t go for his goals he’d never achieve them. And teamwork was paramount to winning.

      “Astrid, bring me the personnel files on all of the staff. After I’ve reviewed them, you can schedule the meetings. Does anyone have anything that’s pressing?”

      “Just legal and accounting. You need to be added to the signature authority card before you can sign this contract.”

      “Do you have that form?” he asked.

      “It’s at the bottom of your stack. I’ll walk it down to accounting once you sign it.”

      He pulled the paper out of the stack and signed it. There were a few other housekeeping-type forms for him to sign. Astrid had prepared them with his name and flagged the places where he was supposed to sign.

      “Thank you, Astrid,” he said, handing them back to her. “You’re a very efficient assistant. I’m sure Daniel was devastated to lose you.”

      She flushed and looked away, but didn’t respond. “You’re welcome, sir. Was there anything else before I go?”

      He stared at her mouth for a minute, knowing his obsession with her lips was going to get him into big trouble. All he really wanted was to taste them.

       Two

      Astrid hoped that Henry never called Daniel to find out why she left her last job. Despite how close she and Daniel had become during their affair she knew he wouldn’t give her a good reference. Hell, he’d said as much earlier.

      At the end … there’d been all those sick days…. Daniel hadn’t been very understanding. She wrapped an arm around her own waist as she struggled for a moment to keep the past where it belonged.

      Astrid spent the rest of the day trying to stay focused on her job. But Henry seemed to need her in his office a lot as he got acclimated. And she found herself entranced just the tiniest bit.

      He was smart and funny. Yet even innocent flirtations in the office were dangerous. Hadn’t she learned that the hard way?

      She walked down to the legal office and left the paperwork that Henry had signed with the proper legal secretary.

      Henry’s office was empty when she returned to her desk; she’d poked her head in his office to see if he needed anything. She’d listened to a few songs that Steph Cordo had sang … and that she’d heard on the morning talk radio.

      She downloaded the song on iTunes and added them to her playlist. One thing she’d learned working with Daniel was to be very familiar with the artists and groups that label was pursuing. So Steph was the first of many new artists she’d be listening to. It would help give her a feel for what Henry liked, too.

      Henry entered the office a few minutes later with three other men, none of whom she knew. He directed the men into his office.

      “Hold my calls,” Henry said.

      “Certainly, sir. May I speak to you for a moment?” she asked.

      “What’s up?”

      “These men aren’t on your calendar…. Do you not want me to make your appointments?”

      “Oh, of course I do. I’m just not used to having an assistant,” Henry said.

      She nodded. “Do you need anything for the next thirty minutes?”

      “That’s

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