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“It makes a delightful change to see you out of work clothes.”
“Delightful? Isn’t that taking courtesy a bit far?” she asked feverishly.
“Don’t you like being described as ‘delightful’?” Kane’s eyes were shuttered. “What adjective would you rather I used? How about sexy? Mmm. Yes, sexy might be more apt. Those freckles, that ivory-white skin and flaming hair. Not obviously sexy, but discreetly so. Like a woman in jeans and a man’s shirt, not thinking she’s flaunting anything, but arousing all sorts of illicit thoughts anyway.”
His words made her feel limp. “I don’t arouse illicit thoughts,” she squeaked.
“How do you know?”
Getting down to business in the boardroom…and the bedroom!
A secret romance, a forbidden affair, a thrilling attraction…
What happens when two people work together and simply can’t help falling in love—no matter how hard they try to resist?
Find out in this series of stories set against working backgrounds.
This month in
Secretary on Demand by Cathy Williams
As well as being Kane’s secretary, Shannon finds herself caring for his young daughter—she even moves into his home! All the while Shannon is fighting a powerful attraction to her boss—until Kane dares her to act on it….
Secretary on Demand
Cathy Williams
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
EPILOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
‘GUESS who’s here, Shannon!’
Shannon paused for a second to look up at her friend who was contributing to the general chaos of the kitchens by balancing a large circular tray, laden with empty crockery, precariously above her shoulder on the flat of her hand.
‘Who?’ She flexed her fingers and grinned which was an open invitation for Sandy to deposit her tray on the stack of paperwork on the desk and lean forward with a conspirational gleam in her eyes. Sandy did amateur dramatics twice a week and devoutly believed that there was nothing in life that couldn’t benefit from elaborate gestures. She would never make it to the big screen.
‘Guess!’
‘I would if I thought that Alfredo would let us get away with playing a few guessing games when it’s pandemonium in here.’ On cue, Alfredo yelled something threatening from across the kitchen and was blithely ignored. ‘The Queen?’ Shannon hazarded. ‘A famous Hollywood star interested in sampling a more down-market venue in fashionable Notting Hill? Someone from the Lottery Board coming to present you with a cheque for several million pounds?’
‘He’s here!’ Sandy straightened up with a smug smile of satisfaction.
‘What on earth is he doing here at this time of day?’ Shannon felt a sudden little swell of excitement.
‘Watch it, kid, you’re going red in the face.’
‘Who is he with?’
‘No one. At the moment…’ Sandy allowed the tantalising titbit to drop. ‘But he’s requested two menus!’
‘We’re sad people, Sandy.’ Shannon stood up and smoothed down her calf-length black skirt. ‘Wasting our time speculating on someone we don’t know from Adam…’ Which wasn’t entirely true. They did know him, in a manner of speaking. The man had been coming in regularly to grace their eating establishment every morning, no later than seven, for months. In fact, almost as long as Shannon had been living in London, and there was a pleasurable familiarity about the routine.
Of course, they had both given in to wild speculation about him.
He was too aggressively good looking to ignore. His hair was very short and very dark and the sum total of his features added up to an impression of understated power that made their spectator sport of watching him virtually irresistible.
‘Where are you going, my little Irish friend?’ Sandy asked tartly. ‘Don’t you have a spot of important typing to be getting on with?’
‘I’ll just have a quick peek at him. See if he looks the same at lunchtime as he does first thing in the morning.’
‘You mean you think that his mascara might have smudged? Lippy worn off a bit? Facial T-zones looking a bit greasy and in need of a dash of Almond Beige pressed powder?’
Shannon ignored her and quickly grabbed the cream and blue apron folded in the corner of her desk. She’d originally been hired as Alfredo’s secretary, to look after his books, do his typing, take phone calls and generally make sure that the nuts and bolts of the restaurant were well oiled and running smoothly, but the plan had gone pear-shaped on day three when one of the waitresses had failed to show up and she’d been requisitioned to help serve tables. Since then, Shannon had combined her well-honed secretarial skills with her newly discovered waitressing talents, donning an apron whenever the situation demanded, and always in the morning when the paperwork could be left for a couple of hours.
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