Totally Tempting. Mary Lynn Baxter

       THE MAN MEANS BUSINESS

      ANNETTE BROADRICK

      To Ralph and Betty Carruthers,

      who believe that family comes first,

      for which I’m extremely grateful.

      One

      “Man your battle stations! Incoming! Incoming!”

      Jodie Cameron grinned at the innovative way the receptionist notified her that the man she worked for had finally arrived at the office on this gloomy winter day in Chicago.

      “Thanks, Betty.” Jodie cleared her computer screen, brushed a wisp of hair that had escaped the tidy knot at the back of her neck away from her face and waited for him.

      Jodie knew something was up with Dean Logan. In the five years she’d worked for him Dean had never come to work this late in the morning. He generally was already there when she arrived.

      Earlier she’d checked his calendar to see if he was scheduled to go out of town, but he had nothing written down. She had wondered if he’d decided not to come in since it was Friday and he planned to go on a week’s vacation starting on Sunday. But that didn’t seem likely. He would have called to let her know.

      This would be the first vacation he’d taken since she’d been his secretary, and she looked forward to having the time to clean out files, set up subfiles and work uninterrupted.

      At least Betty had warned her that he wasn’t in the best of moods. Dean was moody at the best of times, but no matter how cranky he was this morning, she could put up with him for one more day.

      She waited at her desk for him to enter her office.

      Dean was an astute businessman and he’d worked hard to build his electronic security business. She had no idea why he didn’t appear content with what he’d accomplished during the past fifteen years.

      The man looked more like a football player than the head of a multimillion-dollar corporation. Too bad he rarely smiled. As far as she could recall, she’d never heard him laugh.

      He was not the jovial type.

      His face looked as if it had been carved out of granite and his nose had been broken at some point. His heavy brows and piercing silver-blue eyes would never get him selected to a list of America’s sexiest bachelors.

      Not that his looks stopped the bevy of beauties who flocked around him. Each hoped to have the distinction of becoming Mrs. Dean Logan.

      From what Jodie could tell, he neither encouraged them nor discouraged them. Rachel Hunt was his latest arm candy. He’d been seeing her for almost three months now, which was close to a record for him.

      Jodie knew when he started seeing someone new because he had her take care of sending flowers, ordering gifts, obtaining tickets for various events and, at times, listening to his comments about the women who came and went in his life.

      He knew that most of the women were more interested in his money and connections than in him. He listened cynically to confessions of undying love and a yearning for a commitment he refused to give.

      Hence the number of women who came in and out of his life.

      There were times when Jodie saw the loneliness in his eyes. At some point, long before she’d come to work for him, Dean must have made the decision not to allow anyone to get close to him. She found that to be very sad. Not that she’d ever let him know that she pitied him. No, she listened when he needed to talk and kept her opinions to herself.

      Of course, her sister would never believe that, since Jodie was known for expressing her opinion on myriad subjects at any given moment. She smiled at the thought.

      Dean moved silently, and she had grown used to his suddenly appearing in her doorway. As he did now.

      “Good morn—”

      “No, it definitely is not a good morning.” Dean stopped in front of her desk, pulled an envelope out of his coat pocket and handed it to her. “I won’t need these.” He started into his office. “Would you mind getting me some coffee, please? I have a hellacious headache.”

      “Sure,” she replied absently. She picked up the envelope and looked inside. The envelope held the airline tickets to Hawaii that she’d ordered for Dean and Rachel. Had Rachel changed her mind about going?

      She stood and walked over to the coffeepot, filled one of the large mugs she kept nearby and followed him into his office.

      Dean stood with his hands in his pockets looking out the window. She set the cup on his desk and sat in her usual chair.

      “What happened, Dean?”

      He didn’t answer right away. Instead he stared out at the spitting snow and occasional ice blowing against the glass. She waited.

      After several minutes of silence, he

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