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shoes.
    “Ah,” Braxton replied and motioned toward them. “Yep. It must’ve been the shoes.”
    Lenna grinned. Her heart slammed against her ribcage when he returned the smile.
    Step Two, she decided: Never, ever , smile at Prince Charming.
    It really was too bad he was her father’s boss. Not only was he prime eye-candy, but some of his mannerisms were boyishly adorable. She just wanted to pull him into a big hug and cuddle. And laugh. She had a strange sense they’d laugh a lot together, among other much naughtier things.
    She ducked her face from his love-struck stare and stepped into the building. Lenna shattered the first step of her whole “resist and evade” theory by meeting his gaze.
    He didn’t look like he could take his attention off her, and she blushed all over again.
    The door began to fall closed between them; Lenna continued to break her rule as she held his stare.
    But at the last moment before they were separated, his eyes widened. “Wait!” He jumped toward the closing portal and stuck his hand out to stop it from shutting only to catch his fingers in the latch.
    As he cursed, Lenna yanked the door open. “Are you okay?”
    Clutching his smashed digits with his good hand, he nodded. “I forgot. Tom moved his office yesterday. I didn’t know if you were aware.”
    Lenna frowned and pulled back. “He did?”
    Braxton nodded again and took a moment to catch his breath. “He’s on the third floor, uh...” He paused and lifted his head as if to think. “In the southeast corner.”
    Lenna’s eyebrows shot up. “Ooh, a corner office, huh?”
    Braxton gave her a slight smile. “Do you want me to follow you up and show you where it is?”
    Yikes! Step three. Never agree to anything Prince Charming suggests.
    She shook her head. “I’m sure I’ll find it. But thanks for the heads up.”
    Taking her answer as the dismissal it was, Braxton nodded and stepped back outside. “Good luck on your game,” he called just as the glass doors closed between them.
    Lenna whirled away and lifted her hand to her racing heart. Whew. That had been a close one.
    What exactly it’d been close to, she had no idea. But she felt like she’d just narrowly escaped something huge.
    As she hurried toward her father’s office, Lenna realized she really needed to work on her resisting skills.
    * * * *
    Braxton thought about Davenport’s daughter throughout lunch.
    He didn’t get it. Out of all the fathers in the entire world, how was it possible she’d ended up with Satan as hers?
    Braxton figured the biggest barrier to surmount in his becoming a successful president over the company was Tom Davenport. He needed to get the crotchety old coot in his corner because too many people respected and looked up to Tom for leadership.
    Braxton knew if he could win Tom over, then everyone else would slip neatly into place behind him. But banging the man’s daughter definitely would not win him any brownie points.
    Unfortunately.
    That didn’t stop him from thinking about her, though. And boy did he think. She’d looked really good in the sporty gear she’d been wearing at lunch. It was a complete one eighty from the classy apparel she’d worn to the Christmas party. But it looked equally sexy on her. Lenna Davenport had a body that could wear anything. He liked that versatile feature about her.
    Jesus Christ. Just listen to him. He sounded like some kind of lovesick fool. He liked the versatility of her clothing ? Could he possibly be any more of a dweeb?
    Braxton glanced at the people deep in discussion around him. It was late afternoon, and the meeting he’d scheduled was running way past the time he thought it would. But he was pleased they were making progress. His employees had actually relaxed in the past hour. They kept throwing out all these ideas and Braxton loved it.
    And he should probably be paying more attention to what was being said.
    His eyes strayed toward Tom Davenport instead. The man would kill