“Jeannie,” she said when Eddie’s secretary answered the phone. “Can you tell Eddie I need another assignment? This one didn’t work out after all.”

“Oh, dear,” Jeannie said. “Hold please.”

The elevator opened onto the lobby floor. The couple got off first, arm in arm, lost in each other’s eyes. Love you, the man mouthed to the woman as he drew her close and the woman let out a dreamy smile in response.

Something deep within Tessa tightened at the sight. What a lovely man, so incredibly over the moon for his lover. It touched her, watching him allow his every feeling to show.

That would be something, she thought with a little sigh, having a man let his every emotion show.

“Tessa.” Jeannie’s voice was replaced by Eddie’s in her ear. “What’s the matter with my idiot son?”

“Um…” This wasn’t a subject she wanted to touch with a ten-foot pole. “Well-”

“Because I already assigned everything else. There is no other job at the moment.”

“You don’t have anything else for me at all?” Her heart fell. She needed to work. “Are you sure?” She stepped off the elevator and ran smack into a solid brick wall of a body.

Reilly.

Mouth tight, his jaw bunching all sexylike- No, not sexy, she told herself. He was not sexy.

He gripped her shoulders in a firm grip. “Tessa.”

Had she said she wanted a man to show his every emotion for her? Because here was a man doing just that, unfortunately the emotions he felt toward her were quite different than the ones she’d envisioned.

“Tessa?” Eddie said in her ear through the cell phone. “You still there?”

“Yes.” She stared at Reilly. “Just call me when you have work.” She shoved the phone in her purse, deciding to deal with one worry at a time. “How did you get down here so fast?”

“Stairs.”

She eyed him. He would have had to haul ass down those five flights of stairs and yet he wasn’t so much as breathing heavily. “You know, you really don’t seem like an accountant to me.”

“That’s what I am.”

She eyed his black clothes, his intense eyes, his incredible stillness, which alluded to an edgy but undoubtedly dangerous air. She’d kissed this man, she’d touched this man and looking at him this morning horrified her because she still didn’t know who he was. “You look like you could be a bad guy.”

“We’ve already established I’m not.”

“Not a bad guy, then. A…Bond. That’s it, you look like a secret agent or something. It would explain the gun you carry.”

“You’ve got an overactive imagination.”

“Let me go, Reilly.”

He sighed, a sound that managed to perfectly convey his wistful thinking. “I can’t.”

“Of course you can, you just…let go.”

“Yes, but Eddie doesn’t seem to have anything else for you.”

“So?”

“So I won’t be the one responsible for you being out of work. Back upstairs.” Then he motivated her to step back onto the elevator by taking a single step toward her.

When he followed her in, he hit the fifth-floor button and crossed his arms, staring at the closed door, completely ignoring the fact she was staring at him.

When the doors opened on the fifth floor at his offices, he looked at her.

She looked right back.

“Let’s go,” he said.

“I don’t think so.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose as if she was giving him a headache.

Because as he deserved it, she had no sympathy whatsoever.

“Why not?” he asked.

“Because you don’t want me to work for you.”

“I do so.”

She laughed.

“Okay,” he said. “So I didn’t at first.”

“Really.” She crossed her arms, too. “What changed your mind?”

“Look, I’m a little off in the mornings.”

“You’re kidding.”

He inhaled deeply as if he needed a cleansing breath, then grabbed her arm again and propelled her off the elevator. He opened the double glass doors for her. Once again they stood in front of the large wooden reception desk.

“Why don’t we start with this?” She tossed her purse down. “Tell me what your problem is.”

“I’m not sure. Seeing you threw me off.” Closing the distance between them, he reached out and wrapped his fingers around the pom-pom dangling off the zipper of her sweater, which she’d zipped up to her neck against the morning chill.

He tugged.

“Hey!” She reached up, but it was too late, he’d unzipped her soft, cream-colored sweater all the way down and peeled it open. He stared down at the pale-peach shell she wore beneath. Not at the blouse, but at her exposed neck and throat, which was even more colorful today than it had been Saturday. Dark blue and purple mottled her skin.

Lightly, with a gentle touch, he settled his hand over her throat, his fingers wide. The slightly rough tips glided over her skin. In perfect contrast to the tender touch, his eyes were hot and hard with fury. “Did you see a doctor?”

“I’m okay.”

“Tess-”

For some reason, the way he touched her as if she were a fragile piece of china made her eyes burn when she didn’t want to feel anything for this man, especially not this crazy, inexplicable relief at being with the one person who understood what hell the weekend had held. She stepped back. “Don’t. Don’t you dare go all sweet on me now.”

He pushed the sweater off her shoulders and down her arms. When it had fallen to the floor, he lifted her wrist and looked at the bruising there as well.

From her purse on the reception desk, her cell phone rang. With her free hand she reached for it and looked at the display. “It’s Eddie.”

Reilly grabbed it from her and clicked it on. “What do you want now?” He frowned as he listened. “Just relax, I’m giving her the job. But after this week, I’m switching to another temp agency. Someone who doesn’t interfere with his clients’ lives.” He turned off the phone and tossed it back into her bag, then brought her other wrist up.

“Don’t answer my phone again,” she said, trying to sound strong when his touch made her weak. “It’s rude.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said meekly, playing at being a beta guy for a second. As if there was anything beta about him. His thumb swiped lightly over her skin. “Can you move it without pain?”

“It’s not broken.”

“That’s not what I asked you.”

“Reilly-” With him touching her, her thoughts had scattered. She couldn’t even muster up a good outrage. She liked his hands on her.

Just as she had before.

Her legs felt a little shaky and her stomach quivered. It startled her to realize she didn’t really have any control over her body’s response to him. “I really think I should go.”

“Are you good at bookkeeping?”

“I’m great at bookkeeping, but-”

“Then stay.”

“I-”

“Stay,” he repeated. He picked up her sweater and hung it on the standing coatrack by the doors. “Come on.”

“Where to?”

He let out a breath that was nearly, but not quite, a laugh. “Not to a servant’s room with nothing but a cot and not through an attic access-way either. Don’t worry, Tess, today will be a cakewalk compared to what we’ve already done together.”

What they’d already done together.

That hung in the air for a moment and, given the way he looked at her from those depthless eyes, he was thinking about it, too.

Then he turned away to show her around. She put those memories out of her mind, thinking she had four long days here to work and it would be nothing but that. Work.

Absolutely, nothing more.

8

REILLY HAD A STAFF ROOM and three offices: one for his office manager, one for the temps he hired and the farthest one for himself. He let Tessa into the temp’s office and tried to ignore the little voice in his head, the one that was berating him for caving in and keeping her there.

Tessa sat at the desk and looked at the computer, which he leaned over her to boot up. Just as he did, his office manager poked her head into the office, having clearly just arrived because she held a steaming Starbucks coffee cup and still wore her sweater.

“You’re late,” he said, watching the computer screen and not noticing that Tessa’s hair smelled like something he wanted to bury his nose in.

Much.

How was it the little pixie of a woman with her long hair and mossy eyes that flashed her every thought could make him yearn so damn much he ached?

He hated to ache.

“If I’m late,” Cheri said, casually sipping from her cup. “It’s your own fault.”

“That’s right,” Reilly agreed. “Because everything is my fault.”

“Eddie called.” Cheri gave him a long, undecipherable look. “Said to make sure you don’t take out your mood on anyone. Anyone being your temp today.” She smiled at Tessa. “Hello, there. Has he taken his mood out on you?”

“No,” Reilly said. Damn, he was going to have to introduce them. “Tessa, this is Cheri. She’s my office manager-”

“Ha.”

Reilly sighed. “What, now you’re not my office manager?”

Cheri just looked at him.

“She also thinks she runs my life,” he added in an aside to Tessa.

“Well, if you ran it better, then I wouldn’t have to interfere,” said Cheri, calmly sipping her coffee.

“In any case,” he felt compelled to admit to Tessa, “she does happen to know her stuff and she’ll be showing you what to do around here.”

“And?” Cheri asked sweetly.

“And…lunch is at twelve?”

“And…?”

He stared at her. No, he wasn’t going to do this, he wasn’t going to tell Tessa-

“What he’s trying to get to,” Cheri said. “Is the fact that I’m also his mother. He often forgets to mention that.”

Reilly closed his eyes. Opened them.

And found Tessa studying him with unabashed curiosity. “I don’t know why,” she said to Cheri, “but I didn’t imagine he had a mother.”

“I know,” said his mother, smiling serenely. “He’s quite annoying and stubborn, isn’t he? I have to say, he didn’t get either of those traits from me.”

“I’m just misunderstood,” Reilly said and Cheri laughed and hugged him.

Tessa remained mute but it wasn’t, he was sure, out of loyalty to him. Not after how he’d treated her this morning, but honest to God, all he wanted was to just move on from what had happened Friday night.

He couldn’t, however, not with her needing this job because of money. Four long days.

He was really getting tired of his father with his interfering ways, this belief that life was all about fun and laughter-often at his own son’s expense.

Tessa was still watching him with those eyes. And then there were the bruises on her delicate throat. They were killing him.

So, fine. She was going to be in his hair for a few days. At least she smelled good.

If only he didn’t remember that she tasted even better.


SOMEHOW REILLY MANAGED to put Tess out of his head and bury himself in work. Thankfully he’d picked an occupation he was well-suited to and was good at. Numbers didn’t argue, numbers didn’t manipulate. Numbers just let him be.

Overall, he supposed, things went well. They all stayed busy and Tessa actually did know her way around an accounting ledger.

At the end of the day, she appeared in the doorway of his office, her eyes shining, her mouth curved in a smile as she held out a stack of files he’d asked Cheri for.

He couldn’t help but notice that she had been enjoying herself since he’d convinced her to stay. But he had a feeling she always enjoyed herself, enjoyed life. Damned if that wasn’t unexpectedly attractive.

“I brought the Sarkins files up to date, all the way through to the general ledger,” she said. “And Cheri and I together handled the Anderson account as well.” She started to go, then stopped. “Oh, and your father’s on line two.”

He picked up the phone. “After what you’ve pulled,” he said to Eddie. “I am not going out with you and a pack of women to the game tonight.”

Eddie’s long-suffering sigh sounded in his ear. “I told you, no pack of women. Just a couple. And that’s not why I called.”

“You want me to thank you for the old, grumpy office help?”

“That’s no way to talk about your own mother.”

“You know damn well I’m referring to Tessa.”

“Who’s not old and grumpy.”

Reilly drew in a deep breath and looked at Tess, who was still standing there. “Which is my point.”

“She’s good, isn’t she?”

“You know she is. Look, I don’t know what you’re up to, but-”

“Son, I’d love to stick around and listen to you sound like an ass, but I have a bigger problem than even you at the moment.”

“What are you talking about?”

“The burglary…you remember the four guys the police hauled in?”

Yes, he was fairly certain he remembered.

“Well, apparently a few of them have prior records and when the cops held those up, dangling some sort of deal, they squealed like the three little pigs. They said the whole thing was set up by someone I knew. It turns out she’s…”