Though
she thought to offer an explanation for her yelp, anything words she would have spoken
withered on her tongue. Her jaw dropped.
She’d seem many good-looking men in her forty years, some who could be described as
drop dead gorgeous but none who rendered her speechless. He was…beautiful. Though
it was a trite description, she couldn’t think of any other way to describe him. It
almost hurt to look at the sheer perfection of his face and form because it made her
feel insignificant.
He was tall and broad-shouldered. She figured he was a few inches over six feet.
The blond god had fine, chiseled features, full sensual lips, and eyes the color of
liquid amber. The dark brown brows that slashed angrily over his eyes created a startling
contrast to his shoulder-length, ash-blond hair bound by a black band. A stray lock
fell across his forehead, giving him a casually disheveled appearance.
Maggie attempted to speak again but was at a loss for anything to say as she allowed
her gaze to roam the contours of his body. The pair of khaki pants he wore did nothing
to hide the indecently large bulge that rested on his thigh just as the button-up
black shirt didn’t disguise his svelte, muscular physique. It had been a long time
since she had made love, and she would bet her last dollar that this man would satisfy
her every waking need.
Moisture formed between her thighs, and she thanked God he couldn’t possibly know
it or else she’d further embarrass herself. It was bad enough she couldn’t form a
coherent sentence. He looked to be in his early to mid-thirties. Too young for her.
Men like him preferred young, model types. Come to think of it most men did. Eugene
had pretty much proven that to her. Someone like this hunk would never spare the likes
of her a second glance. Besides, not everyone was open to dating outside of their
race. She’d never considered it until now herself, but she doubted any woman would
turn this man down. But again, whether she would or not didn’t matter. The sobering
thought brought her back to reality. She’d just finished telling herself she wasn’t
interested in romantic entanglements, and here she was practically drooling over the
first man to make eye contact with her.
“Have you finished staring, or should I turn around so you can check out my ass as
well?” He glowered at her in what looked like distaste.
Heat suffused her face. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been staring but it must have
been longer than was polite if it had made him angry. He was probably a client and
it was her job to put him at ease, not upset him.
She inhaled deeply and exhaled, to get her racing heartbeat under control before speaking.
“I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to be rude. What can I help you with? Mr. Townsend
is out of the office right now, but he should be back in another hour or so.” She
silently congratulated herself for not stumbling over her words.
Not seeming a bit mollified by her apology, he narrowed his amber gaze. “Who the hell
are you?”
Maggie’s eyes widened. No matter how sexy this guy was, he was rude. She generally
didn’t have a short fuse, but she was very tempted to point out his lack of manners.
Her need for this job however, kept her from doing so. Upsetting a client in her first
week wouldn’t go well for her.
As much as it pained her to do so, she pinned a smile on her face. “I’m Maggie Williams,
sir. I’m the assistant to Mr. Townsend and Mr. Grimaldi. How may I assist you?” She
pinned a smile on her face to defuse the situation. It didn’t seem to work. Blondie
eyed her with hostility for several seconds before he spoke.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” His narrowed gaze roamed over her, and from
the expression on his face he found her lacking.
She shifted uncomfortably in her chair beneath his rude appraisal. “I beg your pardon?”
She couldn’t keep