forget how wild and out of control she made him feel despite his intentions to keep things between them purely business while she worked for him.
And that was what irked the most.
Not the fact he’d come to his senses too late, not the fact he’d been so befuddled he’d almost taken her on the spot, but the fact he’d lost total control to the point where he would have gladly had a repeat of that amazing night in Sydney.
He liked everything orderly and organised, rational and logical and in place. He thrived on organisation, on responsibility, and he’d be damned if he let some flirty enchantress turn his world upside down.
But what if she already had?
Pushing away from his desk in disgust, he grabbeda mineral water out of the fridge, gulped it down, needing to chill out.
Sadly, while he was thinking about Starr, he knew he’d need all the ice in Antarctica to cool off.
Starr sipped the last of her strawberry smoothie, eager to duck into the office to ensure everything was set for Callum’s return today before going for a quick walk before work.
She was stiff and grumpy from lack of exercise, her muscles protesting at the lack of a workout, and the last thing she needed was to take her frustrations out on the boss man’s first day back.
He’d vanished the morning after their poolside kiss, citing meetings interstate and leaving her with a long list of tasks. She’d followed his instructions to the last meticulous detail, determined to prove she could do the job despite what had happened.
While he’d had the common sense flash during that kiss, she’d had seven long days to agree with him.
Sure, they had a… thing between them, but ignoring it shouldn’t be a problem as long as they both concentrated on work.
Despite her doubts at the start about working for him after their one-night stand, she was nothing if not realistic, and that spontaneous kiss must have been a remnant of leftover attraction. Just one of those things. Unavoidable. Good to get out of the way—move on.
She loved to take chances, loved to jump into situations feet first, reserving thinking for later.
Not this time. This time she had to pretend the best sex of her life had never happened, focus on work for however long she stuck around, and ensure she had finances to fall back on.
‘Good morning.’
She jumped as she stepped into the office, her heart leaping in recognition of that smooth tone.
‘You’re up early.’
As she turned and laid eyes on Callum—his pale blue business shirt rolled up at the sleeves, the top few buttons undone, tie-less—not only did her heart leap, it did a complete gymnastic routine of non-stop backflips any Olympian would have been proud of.
He was breathtaking. From the fabulous fit of his custom-made shirt to his highly polished Italian leather dress shoes and every inch in between.
Sergio had been handsome in a showy, flashy kind of way, but the understated sexy elegance Callum brought to a room just by being in it took her breath away.
‘I got in late last night.’
‘And you’ve been here since?’
‘Uh-huh, loads to catch up on.’
As she’d expected, he’d retreated behind a wall of indifference after his week away, pretending that kiss had never happened.
‘You’ll find everything in order.’
‘Good.’
His intent stare raised goosebumps and she had the feeling he was looking right through her.
She shuffled her feet, uneasy under his scrutiny,wishing she could read his mind. She wanted to know what he was thinking, what he really felt about the undeniable attraction simmering between them—a constant reminder of that one, incredible night.
‘I’m going to take a shower.’
He ran a hand through his hair, mussed it, and as he crossed the room towards her she saw the telltale dark circles under his eyes, the fatigue lining his mouth.
What drove this man to work like the devil? To pull an all-nighter his first night back home after a week of business
And that was what irked the most.
Not the fact he’d come to his senses too late, not the fact he’d been so befuddled he’d almost taken her on the spot, but the fact he’d lost total control to the point where he would have gladly had a repeat of that amazing night in Sydney.
He liked everything orderly and organised, rational and logical and in place. He thrived on organisation, on responsibility, and he’d be damned if he let some flirty enchantress turn his world upside down.
But what if she already had?
Pushing away from his desk in disgust, he grabbeda mineral water out of the fridge, gulped it down, needing to chill out.
Sadly, while he was thinking about Starr, he knew he’d need all the ice in Antarctica to cool off.
Starr sipped the last of her strawberry smoothie, eager to duck into the office to ensure everything was set for Callum’s return today before going for a quick walk before work.
She was stiff and grumpy from lack of exercise, her muscles protesting at the lack of a workout, and the last thing she needed was to take her frustrations out on the boss man’s first day back.
He’d vanished the morning after their poolside kiss, citing meetings interstate and leaving her with a long list of tasks. She’d followed his instructions to the last meticulous detail, determined to prove she could do the job despite what had happened.
While he’d had the common sense flash during that kiss, she’d had seven long days to agree with him.
Sure, they had a… thing between them, but ignoring it shouldn’t be a problem as long as they both concentrated on work.
Despite her doubts at the start about working for him after their one-night stand, she was nothing if not realistic, and that spontaneous kiss must have been a remnant of leftover attraction. Just one of those things. Unavoidable. Good to get out of the way—move on.
She loved to take chances, loved to jump into situations feet first, reserving thinking for later.
Not this time. This time she had to pretend the best sex of her life had never happened, focus on work for however long she stuck around, and ensure she had finances to fall back on.
‘Good morning.’
She jumped as she stepped into the office, her heart leaping in recognition of that smooth tone.
‘You’re up early.’
As she turned and laid eyes on Callum—his pale blue business shirt rolled up at the sleeves, the top few buttons undone, tie-less—not only did her heart leap, it did a complete gymnastic routine of non-stop backflips any Olympian would have been proud of.
He was breathtaking. From the fabulous fit of his custom-made shirt to his highly polished Italian leather dress shoes and every inch in between.
Sergio had been handsome in a showy, flashy kind of way, but the understated sexy elegance Callum brought to a room just by being in it took her breath away.
‘I got in late last night.’
‘And you’ve been here since?’
‘Uh-huh, loads to catch up on.’
As she’d expected, he’d retreated behind a wall of indifference after his week away, pretending that kiss had never happened.
‘You’ll find everything in order.’
‘Good.’
His intent stare raised goosebumps and she had the feeling he was looking right through her.
She shuffled her feet, uneasy under his scrutiny,wishing she could read his mind. She wanted to know what he was thinking, what he really felt about the undeniable attraction simmering between them—a constant reminder of that one, incredible night.
‘I’m going to take a shower.’
He ran a hand through his hair, mussed it, and as he crossed the room towards her she saw the telltale dark circles under his eyes, the fatigue lining his mouth.
What drove this man to work like the devil? To pull an all-nighter his first night back home after a week of business
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