Back In The Bedroom (The Wrong Bed #29)(27)

Oh, no. He was making her melt again, melt into a boneless heap. The way he looked at her, as if she was something he needed to run from and run to at the same time… Without permission, her arms snaked upward around his neck and held on for dear life so that he couldn’t change his mind and back away. Her chest brushed his. So did her thighs. And everything in between.

Every single erogenous zone in her body stood up and took notice.

His fingers tightened on her hips for one moment, then he dropped his hands from her and stood back.

Which was a good thing. It reminded her why she was here. Work. Just work.

She didn’t want to feel this tug for him. She wanted him to go far, far away and leave her to that work before she forgot her entire humiliating experience with him at Eddie’s and did something stupid.

Like kiss him for a third time.

Oh, no. No, the next time they kissed, he was going to initiate it. He was going to want it. Because she already knew that if he did kiss her, she’d give in, she’d let him do it. She’d let him kiss them both senseless.

And then he’d walk away. Pretend it didn’t happen. She didn’t have to be ex-CIA to know that.

But he didn’t kiss her.

Not even once.



THE NEXT DAY Reilly was on his way into the office when Cheri called him on his cell phone.

“Oh, honey. Glad I caught you. I’m not working for you today.”

Reilly had already gone for his run that morning and was eating his way through a fast-food breakfast as he drove. He knew the two cancelled each other out, but he didn’t care. He ran because it felt good and he ate what he ate because it tasted good. “Are you sick?” he asked her.

“I’m never sick.”

Oka-a-ay. “Attitude adjustment day?”

“Why would I need that, I don’t have an attitude.”

“So it’s…a woman thing?” he asked warily, not really wanting to know.

“Reilly, I’m working for your father today. He’s behind, and—”

“What?”

“And I’ve got you all caught up, so—”

“But…” This was so far from what he expected, he couldn’t think. “You work for me.”

“Yes,” Cheri said with that calm reasonableness she had, that made his brain feel like she was scrambling it. “But he needs me.”

“But…”

“Reilly, honey, honestly. Tessa could do my job blindfolded. You’ll be fine.”

He nearly missed his turnoff. “But Tessa isn’t my office manager. You are.”

“And I need a day off.”

“To work for Eddie.”

“That’s right.”

This made no sense. “You want to work for the man who deserted you when you were a pregnant teenager.”

“Oh, for God’s sake,” Cheri said, making an annoyed sound. “Look, it’s time you knew this. I’m the one who jumped his bones when I was sixteen. And I’m the one who—”

“Jeez!” He nearly rear-ended the car in front of him. “Over-share!”

“I knew the chance I was taking,” she said calmly. “We’ve long ago established how naive I was, but if you think I have regrets you’re the naive one.”

“Mom.” She was certifiable. “He has a hundred other women he could use for today.”

“Yes, but he wants me. And let’s face it, I’m the best.”

“What about whoever he took to Cabo?”

“Well, I doubt whoever she was knew accounting.”

True.

“Stop acting like an old man, Reilly. I’ll be back in a few days. Live a little while I’m gone, okay?”

“You sound just like him when you say that,” he said, broodingly.

“Have a good day, honey.”

He stared down at his cell after she hung up on him, then tossed it onto the passenger seat. Live a little. He’d lived plenty. He’d lived long and hard, and frankly, was happy with how things were going. Nice and quiet and even-keeled. No surprises. No being konked over the head by idiotic burglars. No being kissed stupid by a little hottie who had somehow—and he was still dizzy over this one—ended up working for him.

By the time he got into his office, he was ready to bury himself in numbers. Lots of numbers.

Tessa sat behind the front desk on the phone, her brown hair swinging as she turned to watch him walk in. Her big, bright-green eyes gave away her every thought, as usual.

She was thinking she would have been happier if he hadn’t shown up.

Join the club, baby.

She recovered nicely, even gave him a little wave accompanied by what seemed like a very genuine smile. So genuine he nearly waved right back.

“I’ll be sure to note the changes to the payables,” she said sweetly into the phone. “Oh, why, yes, I’ll tell Mr. Ledger that you think I’m the very best temp he’s ever had,” she said, laughing. “Just so happens that I think so, too. Bye, now.” She hung up and sent him a saucy look that dared him to say otherwise.

“Maybe you should tell Eddie you need a raise,” he suggested.

“Then he’ll charge you more.”

“I can handle Eddie.”