of the mundane. “The office staff eats lunch with the men. The office hours are generally eight-thirty to five.”
“Got it.” Kit gave him a thumbs up. “I’ll be ready.”
He said nothing as his gaze darkened, as if he was drinking her in. She felt self-conscious, yet incredibly sexually aware as everything froze in time. He took another step forward, so that he was only a foot from her.
She saw everything in his eyes—the desire to touch her, taste her, be inside her.
Heat flushed throughout her body. She must be tired to read all of that into one look.
But that look encompassed so very much.
She wanted nothing more than to step into his arms, let his hands slide over her body as he lowered his head and took her mouth with his.
What am I thinking?
His throat visibly worked as he stepped back. “Get some sleep, Kit.” The words sounded almost choked as he spoke.
“Good night,” she managed to say.
He gave her one last look before letting himself out and into the night and closing the door behind him.
Kit dropped into the closest chair. “Oh, God.” She flopped back in her seat. “What in Your name am I supposed to do now?”
Because not only was she incredibly attracted to her boss, but she was certain he felt the same attraction.
“It would never work.” She straightened in the chair. “How could it? I’m an employee and he’s the boss. The last thing I want to do is jeopardize my job.”
Not to mention, she had too many secrets…too many reasons to make him walk away if he eventually found out.
It wouldn’t be if , it would be when . She could never hold back something so important. And when he found out, that would be the end of it.
“Better not to start anything you can’t finish,” she said out loud. “You’re going to keep Carter McLeod at a distance and that’s that.”
6
W hile Kit flipped the last of six pancakes on the large stovetop griddle, she hummed to herself. If she was alone, she would have been singing the Eagles tune aloud, but she didn’t want anyone walking in on her while she belted out Hotel California.
She reached beside her and grasped the handle of her coffee mug and sipped the still hot liquid. She liked her coffee exotic, black, and the darker the roast the better.
“Nothing better than the smell of coffee in the morning.” The deep voice behind her caused a shiver to trail up her spine. “What do you have up your sleeve for breakfast?”
She set her coffee mug on the countertop and looked over her shoulder at Carter, who stood with his arms folded across his broad chest. He watched her as though fascinated by what she was doing.
Fact was she was fascinated by the big man who always had a flicker of fire in his eyes and a deadly sexy grin. He had a look so sensual she could imagine herself sliding into his embrace. He would wrap his strong arms around her as she pressed herself against him. She could almost feel his lips on hers, his hands roaming her body…
She cleared her throat and offered a smile. “I need to do some real shopping Sunday, so I went with something quick and easy with what’s on hand—traditional pancakes, scrambled eggs, and sausage patties.” She looked back to what she’d been doing, and slid a spatula under one pancake before lifting up the dome on the platter next to her, and set the pancake on top of a growing stack. She repeated the motions until all six were under the dome. “I need a good couple hours of shopping to give the men and women variety.”
“The men will be perfectly happy with a traditional breakfast and lunch every day.” Carter moved beside her. “No need to go to a lot of trouble.”
“It’s no trouble at all.” She poured batter onto the griddle for six more pancakes. “It’s my job.” She looked up at Carter. “And I love my job.”
He leaned his hip against the counter as she worked. “ Hotel California, huh ? ”
“At least I know my humming sounds something close to the
“Got it.” Kit gave him a thumbs up. “I’ll be ready.”
He said nothing as his gaze darkened, as if he was drinking her in. She felt self-conscious, yet incredibly sexually aware as everything froze in time. He took another step forward, so that he was only a foot from her.
She saw everything in his eyes—the desire to touch her, taste her, be inside her.
Heat flushed throughout her body. She must be tired to read all of that into one look.
But that look encompassed so very much.
She wanted nothing more than to step into his arms, let his hands slide over her body as he lowered his head and took her mouth with his.
What am I thinking?
His throat visibly worked as he stepped back. “Get some sleep, Kit.” The words sounded almost choked as he spoke.
“Good night,” she managed to say.
He gave her one last look before letting himself out and into the night and closing the door behind him.
Kit dropped into the closest chair. “Oh, God.” She flopped back in her seat. “What in Your name am I supposed to do now?”
Because not only was she incredibly attracted to her boss, but she was certain he felt the same attraction.
“It would never work.” She straightened in the chair. “How could it? I’m an employee and he’s the boss. The last thing I want to do is jeopardize my job.”
Not to mention, she had too many secrets…too many reasons to make him walk away if he eventually found out.
It wouldn’t be if , it would be when . She could never hold back something so important. And when he found out, that would be the end of it.
“Better not to start anything you can’t finish,” she said out loud. “You’re going to keep Carter McLeod at a distance and that’s that.”
6
W hile Kit flipped the last of six pancakes on the large stovetop griddle, she hummed to herself. If she was alone, she would have been singing the Eagles tune aloud, but she didn’t want anyone walking in on her while she belted out Hotel California.
She reached beside her and grasped the handle of her coffee mug and sipped the still hot liquid. She liked her coffee exotic, black, and the darker the roast the better.
“Nothing better than the smell of coffee in the morning.” The deep voice behind her caused a shiver to trail up her spine. “What do you have up your sleeve for breakfast?”
She set her coffee mug on the countertop and looked over her shoulder at Carter, who stood with his arms folded across his broad chest. He watched her as though fascinated by what she was doing.
Fact was she was fascinated by the big man who always had a flicker of fire in his eyes and a deadly sexy grin. He had a look so sensual she could imagine herself sliding into his embrace. He would wrap his strong arms around her as she pressed herself against him. She could almost feel his lips on hers, his hands roaming her body…
She cleared her throat and offered a smile. “I need to do some real shopping Sunday, so I went with something quick and easy with what’s on hand—traditional pancakes, scrambled eggs, and sausage patties.” She looked back to what she’d been doing, and slid a spatula under one pancake before lifting up the dome on the platter next to her, and set the pancake on top of a growing stack. She repeated the motions until all six were under the dome. “I need a good couple hours of shopping to give the men and women variety.”
“The men will be perfectly happy with a traditional breakfast and lunch every day.” Carter moved beside her. “No need to go to a lot of trouble.”
“It’s no trouble at all.” She poured batter onto the griddle for six more pancakes. “It’s my job.” She looked up at Carter. “And I love my job.”
He leaned his hip against the counter as she worked. “ Hotel California, huh ? ”
“At least I know my humming sounds something close to the
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