in the mouth and enjoy that he’d found the right woman for the job, despite his initial doubts. Still, something about her bothered him.
Her manners were perfect. Too perfect. Her speech hinted at a quality education.
“What did you do before coming to work at Weston?”
Although she quickly disguised it, he saw the doe-caught-in-the-headlights look that appeared in her eyes. Interesting.
“What difference does that make now?”
“Just curious,” he admitted. “Do you have family?”
She paused briefly before answering him. “Not anymore.”
Had her family disowned her because of her alternative lifestyle? For that matter, had she felt the spark when they touched? It seemed impossible she could have missed the lightning jolt that ran through him as his fingers glided over her soft, smooth skin.
“Are you bringing a date to Weston’s Fiftieth?” Where had that come from? He hadn’t meant to pursue the issue of her relationships. It was none of his business. But hell if his breath didn’t catch as he waited for her answer.
Her pale cheeks went rosy. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d seen a woman blush before meeting Adrienne. Those cheeks of hers grew pink on a minute-by-minute basis. Where else did she flush?
He stifled the groan bellowing from deep within his gut. She liked women . Adrienne represented forbidden fruit, and he’d never get a nibble. Not that he even wanted one .
He preferred lush blondes, not mousy lesbians.
“I’m not going.”
“You’re not going?” That surprised him. The anniversary party would be a grand event. George had requested the presence of each employee. Arrangements had been made for key employees to fly in from several of the branch offices, including Morrigan’s corporate office in Chicago.
Adrienne didn’t answer.
“You have to go.” His voice dropped. Just why, he wasn’t sure, but he wanted to see her outside the office. Maybe she’d let her hair down at the party. Literally.
Her chin lifted, and her eyes took on a deeper blue hue. “Is that part of my job description?”
He considered her question and the defiant glint shining in her gaze. He bit back a grin. He enjoyed causing that squaring of her shoulders, the glimmer of daring that flared in her eyes.
“To go to the party if you don’t want to?” He shrugged. He wouldn’t admit the truth, that he wanted her there. “What you do after hours is your choice, but this is an important event and you are my assistant. I think you should put in an appearance, however brief.”
She didn’t respond. She stared at the folder he’d tossed down. What thoughts ran through that intelligent head of hers?
“If that’s everything, I’ve got work to do.”
A part of him wanted to call her on changing the subject, but her social life wasn’t any of his business. What she did in her spare time didn’t matter. Did it?
“Never let it be said I kept a Weston employee from doing their job.” He straightened the folder on his desk although it had been fine just the way it landed.
“Never, Sir.” Adrienne’s tone offered a hint of rebellion as she stood to leave.
Her loose brown dress fluttered about her legs as she walked across the room. The long hem drew his eyes to the sliver of exposed flesh just beneath. She had tiny ankles. Was the rest of her just as trim?
Chase shook the crazy thought from his head.
He had a lot to accomplish between now and the time of his meeting tomorrow. The last thing he should be doing was wondering about his assistant’s body. When her hand reached for the door handle, he heard himself call out. “Adrienne?”
She paused, slowly turning to face him.
“Thanks for lunch. The oysters were delicious. I’m sure Starr will appreciate your thoughtfulness tonight.”
Two pink patches lit up her lily-white skin, amusing
John Steinbeck, Richard Astro