done the same to him?
Abruptly, she dropped her hands and stepped away from him.
And this was why it wasn’t a good idea to sleep with her boss.
Up until now, she’d been so worried about the financial implications, she hadn’t
considered the emotional ones. How sex colored every interaction. How it could
distract her. How it could mess with her priorities.
She grabbed a folder off the desk and thrust it toward him.
“Here’s the agenda.”
He waggled the folder already in his hand. “You already handed
me one.”
“Oh.” She glanced down. “This is a spare. In case you need
it.”
She looked up to see him watching her, the smile on his face
broad, his eyes twinkling with amusement. As if he knew just how much he
distracted her. “I think I’m good.”
Oh, yeah. He was good. So damn good it damn nearly killed
her.
“Okay then,” she said, her tone overly bright. “Go hit it out
of the park. Or whatever sports analogy fits.”
“Don’t worry. I’ve got this.”
As he headed off to face the board, she had no doubt. He did
have it.
He would win them over. He would convince them that he was
fully qualified to be the CEO, just like he’d convinced her in the past few
hours. He clearly understood how the company operated and what it needed. He
even grasped the finer details of the personalities involved. He got people in a
way that even Dalton had not. In that regard, he might even be a better CEO than
Dalton had been.
But that didn’t change any of her plans. She still needed to
find the heiress because she needed to get Dalton back. If the past few minutes
had shown her anything, it was that she couldn’t do her job effectively if she
was working for Griffin, not just because he distracted her and muddled her
senses, but also because he made her doubt her own judgment. And because he was
dangerous to her in a way no other man ever had been.
Five
“W hat do you think?” Griffin asked as he
strolled into the conference room.
Three days had passed since the board had named Griffin interim
CEO. As she had predicted, he’d won them over with little difficulty. They were
not having the same luck with the search for Griffin’s missing sister.
Sydney had laid out all her research on the conference table.
In addition to the notes that Dalton had passed on to Griffin, she had stacks of
her own notes and forty-two cardboard boxes Griffin’s mother had had sent over.
She hadn’t even touched those yet. Frankly, she was hoping something like an
actual lead would come along and she’d be saved the trouble.
Now, she glared up at him. “Seriously? Why are you out here
again? You’ve checked on me every thirty minutes.”
A mischievous smile spread across his lips. “This is how I
work.”
“Oh, really? When you were in your office down the hall, you’d
come out every five minutes to distract Marion?”
His grin broadened. “Well, I do love Marion—and she does make a
fantastic chocolate bread pudding for me every year on my birthday. But still—”
he gave a hey-what-can-you-do kind of shrug “—come on.”
“Right.” She sighed. He didn’t even have to finish the
sentence. But she said it aloud anyway. “You’ve never slept with Marion.”
“Of course I’ve never slept with Marion. I’ve known her since I
was ten. She’s like a mother to me.”
Sydney scowled at him, even though it was herself she was
irritated with. This was not the time to be flirting.
He must have taken her scowl to heart because he said, “Just to
be clear, in addition to not sleeping together anymore, are we not supposed to
talk about the fact that we slept together? Are we pretending it never even
happened?”
She nearly snorted. If only it were that easy. How could she
order him to pretend it hadn’t happened if she couldn’t do it herself?
“Let’s just try not to talk about it, okay? My point is,” she
said sternly, or rather shooting for stern but landing somewhere vaguely in the
area of
Abruptly, she dropped her hands and stepped away from him.
And this was why it wasn’t a good idea to sleep with her boss.
Up until now, she’d been so worried about the financial implications, she hadn’t
considered the emotional ones. How sex colored every interaction. How it could
distract her. How it could mess with her priorities.
She grabbed a folder off the desk and thrust it toward him.
“Here’s the agenda.”
He waggled the folder already in his hand. “You already handed
me one.”
“Oh.” She glanced down. “This is a spare. In case you need
it.”
She looked up to see him watching her, the smile on his face
broad, his eyes twinkling with amusement. As if he knew just how much he
distracted her. “I think I’m good.”
Oh, yeah. He was good. So damn good it damn nearly killed
her.
“Okay then,” she said, her tone overly bright. “Go hit it out
of the park. Or whatever sports analogy fits.”
“Don’t worry. I’ve got this.”
As he headed off to face the board, she had no doubt. He did
have it.
He would win them over. He would convince them that he was
fully qualified to be the CEO, just like he’d convinced her in the past few
hours. He clearly understood how the company operated and what it needed. He
even grasped the finer details of the personalities involved. He got people in a
way that even Dalton had not. In that regard, he might even be a better CEO than
Dalton had been.
But that didn’t change any of her plans. She still needed to
find the heiress because she needed to get Dalton back. If the past few minutes
had shown her anything, it was that she couldn’t do her job effectively if she
was working for Griffin, not just because he distracted her and muddled her
senses, but also because he made her doubt her own judgment. And because he was
dangerous to her in a way no other man ever had been.
Five
“W hat do you think?” Griffin asked as he
strolled into the conference room.
Three days had passed since the board had named Griffin interim
CEO. As she had predicted, he’d won them over with little difficulty. They were
not having the same luck with the search for Griffin’s missing sister.
Sydney had laid out all her research on the conference table.
In addition to the notes that Dalton had passed on to Griffin, she had stacks of
her own notes and forty-two cardboard boxes Griffin’s mother had had sent over.
She hadn’t even touched those yet. Frankly, she was hoping something like an
actual lead would come along and she’d be saved the trouble.
Now, she glared up at him. “Seriously? Why are you out here
again? You’ve checked on me every thirty minutes.”
A mischievous smile spread across his lips. “This is how I
work.”
“Oh, really? When you were in your office down the hall, you’d
come out every five minutes to distract Marion?”
His grin broadened. “Well, I do love Marion—and she does make a
fantastic chocolate bread pudding for me every year on my birthday. But still—”
he gave a hey-what-can-you-do kind of shrug “—come on.”
“Right.” She sighed. He didn’t even have to finish the
sentence. But she said it aloud anyway. “You’ve never slept with Marion.”
“Of course I’ve never slept with Marion. I’ve known her since I
was ten. She’s like a mother to me.”
Sydney scowled at him, even though it was herself she was
irritated with. This was not the time to be flirting.
He must have taken her scowl to heart because he said, “Just to
be clear, in addition to not sleeping together anymore, are we not supposed to
talk about the fact that we slept together? Are we pretending it never even
happened?”
She nearly snorted. If only it were that easy. How could she
order him to pretend it hadn’t happened if she couldn’t do it herself?
“Let’s just try not to talk about it, okay? My point is,” she
said sternly, or rather shooting for stern but landing somewhere vaguely in the
area of
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