that it was lucky for Lil she was as smart as she was sexy. She spent so much time gossiping and making eyes at the men, she needed to be fast to get her work done, too.
“Doing all right on your own?” Lil had to shout to be heard over the rowdy crowd.
Shelly nodded, and shouted back, “So far, so good.” Lillian opened her mouth to say something else—but then she blinked and aimed her sexiest smile at a point past Shelly’s shoulder.
“Terrific party.” The male voice, deep and warm and threaded with humor, spoke in Shelly’s ear.
Tom. She turned to him—and tried not to get lost in those baby blues of his, tried not to sigh over the way his eyes crinkled at the corners, over the five-o’clock shadow on his manly jaw. His suit jacket, as usual, was nowhere in evidence. His tie was gone, too. He’d rolled his shirtsleeves the way he liked to do.
The strangest feeling washed through her. A mix of excitement—and tenderness.
Tenderness? For a man she’d known less than two weeks? That hardly seemed possible. Yet somehow, it was so.
The party seemed to get louder by the minute. She had to lean close or shout. She leaned. “Having fun?”
“You bet.”
Someone in the corner let out a whoop and everyone started laughing and clapping again. It simply wasn’t the kind of party where you could have an actual conversation.
So she nodded and sipped her beer and stared into those eyes of his. They actually twinkled. Funny. Until Tom, she’d thought that twinkling eyes were more a figure of speech than anything that occurred in nature.
He leaned toward her again. She met him halfway. He smelled of some subtle aftershave and soap. And man. All man.
“Hungry?” He set his empty glass on the bar.
She set hers beside it. He gestured toward the table with the food on it and she slid off her stool and started walking, aware with every step that he followed. They filled a couple of plates and went back to the bar.
Since it was such a chore to try to talk, they ate to the rowdy laughter of their coworkers and the occasional shouted good wishes directed at Verna and Hank.
Shelly had hired a DJ and the place had a postage stamp of a dance floor at one end. Hank gave the DJ a big tip and a list of favorite tunes. Then he pulled Verna onto the floor. They swayed to the music. A few other couples joined them. Not too many. There wasn’t that much room.
Shelly watched, feeling sentimental. Hank and Verna reminded her a little of her parents: married forever, still going strong.
Tom leaned close again. “Dance?”
She slanted him a look—wanting the dance, wondering if they were carrying this a little too far. For the umpteenth time, she reminded herself that the last thing she needed was an office romance.
Especially one with her boss.
Even if he did have the bluest eyes in Chicagoland.
But then again, it was just a dance. No big deal….
He held out his hand. She settled the light chain strap of her bag more securely on her shoulder and put her hand in his. His lean fingers closed around hers. Warm. Strong. Good.
Too good.
It was another slow one. Hank seemed to have picked all slow ones. A real romantic, that Hank.
Tom pulled her into his arms. Shelly tucked herself into him—not too close, just enough that she could feel his body’s signals as he led her.
Neither of them said a word. That suited Shelly just fine. It was…lovely. A few brief moments out of time. One hand enclosed hers, the other fitted itself possessively on the curve of her lower back. Shelly closed her eyes and cleared her mind of thought, enjoying the sweet strains of the old, romantic song. And even better than the music was the heat of Tom’s body, so close to hers, the light caress of his big hand at her back, the occasional rough brush of his cheek against her temple.
It was over much too soon. A fast number came on next.
Hank groaned, “What about my list? That one’s not on my list.”
Everybody laughed, more of them crowding forward onto the floor, fast-dancing to the heavy rock beat of the new song.
Tom dropped his hand from her back. But he didn’t let her go. The fingers of his other hand stayed firmly wrapped around hers. He led her off the floor.
She was far too content with going wherever he felt like taking her. Not smart, and she knew it. Professionally speaking, she really ought to break up this twosome they somehow seemed to have formed. It was one thing to spend a little social time with her boss.
And something else altogether when it started feeling like a date, when she found herself imagining what it might be like to kiss him, to walk down a summer street in the heat of the evening, holding hands with him. To…
Uh-uh. Enough. Not going there. No way.
She slowed her steps and gently pulled her hand free of his. He turned back to her with a questioning frown.
“Ladies’ room.” She mouthed the words and stuck a thumb back over her shoulder.
He shrugged and nodded.
She turned and left him, quickly, before she found some excuse to stay.
In the ladies’ room, she freshened her lip gloss and brushed her hair. It didn’t take long. But if she went back out too soon, Tom could be waiting where she’d left him.
She entered a stall, feeling kind of silly, but wanting to give Tom plenty of time to find someone else to hang with. When it finally got too ridiculous just standing in there, she emerged and washed her hands.
As she was reaching for a towel, Lil came out of one of the other stalls.
“Hey, Shel. Havin’ fun?” She put the oddest emphasis on the word fun.
Was it some kind of dig? But the other assistant met her eyes in the mirror, a friendly smile on those plump red lips.
“Yeah,” Shelly said. “I am. A real good time. You?”
“Fabulous.”
Out in the bar, the party was still in full swing. Shelly caught sight of Tom, over at a corner table with some of the other execs from the finance department and a couple of guys she was pretty sure were from down in accounting. She started to turn and go the other way, but Tom spotted her and signaled her over.
She went to him, aware of a rising feeling in her chest, wishing she wasn’t so glad that he’d caught her before she made her escape. The others made room for her, leaving the chair beside him empty.
Shelley sat down next to her boss.
“I was beginning to wonder if someone had kidnapped you.” He leaned close as he spoke to her, though he didn’t really
