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Two reader-favorite office romance stories about mixing business with pleasure…
Can’t Get Enough by Sarah Mayberry
Jack Brook and Claire Marsden have to work together, but they don’t have to like it! Of course, that all changes when they get stuck in an elevator and have the best sex ever! Back in the office they’re still butting heads, but with an all-new awareness. How long can they resist before having another round of sexy indulgence?
An Offer She Can’t Refuse by Shoma Narayanan
Her interview with Darius Mistry, Mumbai’s most prestigious investment fund director, isn’t what businesswoman Mallika was expecting. Is he flirting with her? Is she flirting back? Their scorching chemistry makes turning down his job offer difficult, but Mallika has responsibilities. Ones not even Darius’s killer charm can make her abandon…
HARLEQUIN OFFICE ROMANCE COLLECTION
Who says you can’t mix business with pleasure? Definitely not these couples…
Office politics can be messy as it is, but mix in a handsome boss or irresistible coworker and work life becomes plain messy. And the stakes have never been higher for these couples. Not only are their careers on the line, but so are their hearts.
These men and women may have started out with opposing agendas, intending to keep things professional, but once the spark is lit, they know that life on the job is going to be anything but business as usual.
Professional rivalry never felt so good…or so complicated!
After-Hours Negotiation
Can’t Get Enough
Sarah Mayberry
An Offer She Can’t Refuse
Shoma Narayanan
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Sarah Mayberry
Shoma Narayanan
Many thanks to the gang at Neighbours, and to my friends and family for always believing. Special thanks to La-La, and to Wanda for making my writing better. Lastly, thanks to Chris, who has taught me so much about storytelling. You’re my romantic hero, and I love you.
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CHAPTER ONE
CLAIRE MARSDEN WAS LATE. She hated being late almost as much as she hated brussels sprouts. And she hated brussels sprouts a lot. Traffic inched forward, and she craned her head out her window, confirming that the entrance to the company parking complex was just five car lengths ahead. Unfortunately, there were five cars occupying those five car lengths, and they were all moving as though they were powered by arthritic turtles. She willed them to move faster, concentrating intently on the shiny bumper of the pickup in front of her.
Nothing. So much for any latent powers of ESP she might have.
Might as well use the time to slap on some lipstick. She flipped her visor mirror down and blinked in horror at the too-close image that reflected back at her: eyes red, nose just beginning to peel thanks to too much sun on the weekend and a hefty gob of what her godchild Oscar rather charmingly called “eye booger” in the corner of one eye.
“Aren’t you the belle of the ball,” she told her reflection.
A dab of moisturizer, some judicious use of Kleenex and a swipe of lipstick went a long way to repairing the damage. She was just completing the last curve of pink-brown lipstick across her lips when the car behind her honked. A jagged lipstick smear raced up her cheek before she could control her reflexes.
Realizing the lane was now clear all the way to the coveted car park entrance, she slapped the visor up, deciding to fix her face later. With an apologetic wave for the driver behind her, she accelerated forward and zipped up the entrance ramp with a spurt of speed.
Now it was simply a case of snagging her favorite spot near the stairwell, and she could still make her first meeting of the day….
She frowned as she pulled up in front of her spot. A shiny red sports car gleamed smugly there, light reflecting off its sleek curves. Its owner had gone to the trouble of reversing in—obviously a fan of the quick getaway. The frown creasing her forehead
