sheâs working for.
I know she technically works for you, but I donât mean you. Although you know if you werenât my dear sisterâs husbandâ¦
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John stared at the computer screen and decided sex on the brain sounded about right. Heâd warned Wilhemina sheâd have to be crazy to consider taking this job. Turned out he was right. She was damned certifiable.
3
S OMEHOW A PRIL had gotten it into her head that a man who commanded as much respect in his field as Rex Holt had to be middle-aged with a serious type A personality.
Wrong-o.
The Rex Holt sheâd been sent to baby-sit was about the last man on earth to need a baby-sitter. He was laid-back, very charming and positively drop-dead gorgeous, which meant that every time he turned that dark chocolate gaze on her, she went straight to pieces. Every time he spoke with that rich silk voice, her insides fluttered and her memory echoed with the sound of his voice as heâd calmly discussed sexual positions from the Kama Sutra Sports Set.
Ladiesâ Luxury Laptop and the Sexy Slam-Dunk.
She was in so much trouble here.
To add insult to injury, Rex Holt had to be a gentleman, too. He hadnât said a word when sheâd arrived at the airport late this morning, even though heâd been specific about the time to meet. He hadnât asked for an explanation either, which was good because April hadnât wanted to explain how sheâd accidentally packed her purse in the frenzy to get out the door, which had meant searching through all her suitcases while the taxi waitedâ¦.
As they moved through the line toward the ticketing counter in the airport, he kept eyeing her rolling luggage.
âCan I help you with all those bags?â he asked.
âIâve got them, thanks,â she said again. Granted, heâdpacked light by comparison. But he was a man. A garment bag, suitcase and laptop case might outfit him for their Atlanta stint but she wasnât so lucky. Glancing up, she met his gaze. Mistake. One glimpse into those eyes made her breath catch.
âYouâll check them?â
âExcept the ones I need on the flight,â she said around that trapped breath. âI want to use the downtime to review the product line.â
Learn the product line was a more like it, but April couldnât tell Rex Holt that. Sheâd spent the entire weekend immersed in Market Analysis 101 to learn what acronyms like ESOMAR, ANOVA and CAPI meant so she could play a convincing marketing research assistant.
Thereâd been so much to learn that she hadnât had a chance to even glance at the Sensuous Collection, an oversight that was bound to blow her cover if she didnât get a grip on the product line PDQ.
The product line wasnât the only thing she had to get a grip on. She chanced another glance at Rex, who was still frowning down at her luggage, an expression that didnât minimize his good looks one tiny bit.
And he looked so good with his deep russet hair and olive skin. Too good. Even though she wasnât conducting an investigation, this man was technically a suspect until cleared of complicity by in-house security. She cautioned herself that suspects were suspects no matter what they looked like, but Rexâs mouth kept doing her in. He grinned wickedly. He frowned intensely. He made a woman whoâd sworn off relationships that involved disastrous sex think about what she might be missing.
That mouth could make her imagine the soul-deep sort of ache that would build and build toward a mind-blowing climax, an explosion of the senses that could eradicate reasonand make a woman swoonâor so April had heard. Sheâd never actually experienced the phenomenon firsthand, had never been able to relax long enough to reach the finishing line.
Oh, she wasnât incapable or anything like that. She had absolutely no problem satisfying herself when she was alone. Being