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no mistaking Reece's deep voice. Even if he hadn't
given me the clue as to who he was, I would've known that voice
anywhere.
    "Have I shocked you again?" I heard him
say.
    I picked up the phone and tried to calm my
nerves with a few deep breaths before answering. "It's your phone
call that shocked me. I wasn't expecting you to follow up on our
conversation."
    "Why not?"
    "I, uh, thought I made a rather poor
impression."
    "Then you thought wrong. You promised me you
wouldn't tell anyone what happened in that storeroom, and so far,
you haven't. I've been on the phone all morning to my media
contacts and there's not even the hint of a rumor circulating. The
only thing that's come up is my attendance at the gallery. You,
Cleo Denny, have kept your word. That's rare. I want to hire
you."
    My mouth flopped open and my pulse quickened.
"As what?" I blurted out, Ellen's words still ringing in my
ears—'usually he sleeps with his assistants'.
    "As my PA. Isn't that what you're qualified
to do? Or do you want me to hire you as something else?" The
unspoken meaning had my skin tingling and tightening. His rich,
deep voice had me melting.
    "PA is fine," I said cheerfully, pretending
not to have a clue what he meant. "But you want to hire me without
even hearing my qualifications?"
    "Can you work a computer?"
    "Yes."
    "Can you answer the phone and take
messages?"
    "Yes."
    "Are you organized?"
    "Very."
    "That's good enough for me. Bottom line,
Cleo, I know people. I can sum them up very quickly. You came
across as efficient, business-like and funny. In my book, funny
people are smart and quick learners. You also proved yourself to be
trustworthy. That's more than good enough for me."
    The irony of it wasn't lost on me. He was
hiring me because he felt he could trust me, and yet Ellen employed
me to betray him. "I have references," I said. And I did.
Legitimate ones. None of my targets knew I'd helped their business
deals fail and all had given me good references upon leaving their
employ. Many had asked me to stay on after my contract was
completed, but I always refused. I told them I liked temping. The
truth was, I couldn't take them up on their offer and stop working
for Ellen. She'd been good to me, but I didn't only stay with her
out of loyalty. I refused the permanent jobs because I couldn't
work with people I'd lied to and cheated on. I couldn't face them
every day knowing what I'd done. It would be like waiting for a
bomb to explode in my face. The longer I stayed around, the more
chance that I'd get discovered.
    "If it makes you feel any better you can
email them to me." He gave me his email address then his office
address. "I expect you there at eight Monday morning."
    So he really didn't want to see my
references. "Sure," I heard myself saying. "I'll be there."
    He hung up and I stared at the phone for what
seemed like hours. Reece Kavanagh was full of surprises. I couldn't
seem to peg him down. Whenever I thought I had him figured out, he
did something unexpected. I kept staring at the phone until Becky
called to me from the back porch. I waved then went inside. I only
hoped I wasn't so vague when I rocked up Monday morning at RK
Financial Group's headquarters. I couldn't afford to let down my
guard around Reece. Not if I wanted to keep my secrets to
myself.
     

CHAPTER 4
     
     
    I wore sensible shoes for my first day at RK
Financial Group and a business-like skirt and blouse in cool shades
of gray. I wore my hair in a tight, high ponytail, aiming for the
sexy, sophisticated look. From the slight flare in Reece's eyes
when he saw me, I think I pulled it off.
    I'd been directed to the executive floor by
the downstairs receptionist and told to wait for Mr. Kavanagh to
meet me in the foyer area adjoining his office. I didn't have to
wait. He was already there when the elevator doors slid open.
    "You're early," he said, not even checking
his Rolex watch. He looked damned sexy and sophisticated too with
no hint of rough stubble on