Seven Nights of Sin - Lacey Alexander [4]
“In the meantime, everything I’ve told you about Damon stays between you and me. To the rest of the world, you’re training for a new position, not Damon’s existing one. Got it?”
She drew her lips together, again trying to hide the nervous swallow. “And that includes Damon? He has no idea he’s going to be grooming me to take his job when you fire him?”
Jenkins answered with a succinct but conclusive nod.
Okay, regroup. Your boss has just offered you the opportunity of a lifetime. And to get it, all you have to do is lie your ass off to the sexiest guy you’ve ever encountered. For a week. Maybe longer. Oh, and you have to lie to everyone else about it, too.
Her stomach churned.
“Can I count on you, Brenna? Are you on board?”
For a dream job? “Definitely.” What else could she say?
Two
She knew she’d just promised to keep a big, ugly secret from everyone, but the moment Brenna rose from her chair, she planned on making a beeline to Kelly. She could trust Kelly. And she had to tell somebody or she’d never survive this.
Yet as she exited Jenkins’ office, eyes cast toward the floor, her gaze fell on a pair of masculine black boots, small silver buckles on the sides. She stopped, looked up slowly, and found none other than Damon Andros standing before her. Her blood ran cold even as her body tingled with unadulterated lust. Except for the blood running cold part, because of the impending lie, it was her usual reaction to him.
Of course, she’d learned to push that down. Because it only made sense. Every woman in the office—or on the planet, for that matter—went gaga when Damon Andros walked into a room, all sexy ripped jeans and vintage T-shirts, his wavy black hair brushing his shoulders, and his dark eyes looking like a place where you could easily drown. There was no point in wallowing in it, so she’d simply learned to look away, not let herself get lost in that intense brown gaze, not let herself imagine how it would feel to be pressed against that bulge behind his zipper.
And even after three years, she barely knew him. He worked from home—or from local clubs, or various scouting locations—only stopping in once every week or so to meet with Jenkins behind a closed door. He didn’t come to office happy hours or luncheons or Christmas parties—he just sauntered in, all rock star hot and confident, scarcely glancing at her as he went by. Of course, she usually got a short, not-unfriendly “Hey.” Which is what he gave her now—as her eyes met his and her panties dampened.
“Hey,” she said in return, trying to hide her reaction.
“He’s in?” He motioned behind her to Jenkins’ office.
“Yeah.” It was the most complex answer she could muster.
He gave a short nod in response and headed inside, shutting the door.
And she stopped, turning to stare at the slab of wood that had just separated them, her heart still beating too fast.
Soon, very little would separate them. She was going to spend a week in close quarters with the man—Damon Andros, Greek god—soaking up his knowledge, practically breathing his very breath.
And probably lusting. A lot.
Because it would be way harder to push it down when she was with him all the time, looking at that gorgeous face, wanting to run her fingers through that soft mane of hair.
But she’d just have to be professional about it. And sometimes, when you knew a guy was that completely out of your range, it was just easier—healthier—not to think of him sexually at all and concentrate on the business at hand. In this case, stealing his job without his knowledge.
She cringed, remembering the deal she’d just made with the devil—and found it surprisingly effortless to think of her boss that way. Then she made the intended beeline to Kelly’s office down the hall, where she was now the one closing the door.
“Did you get the scoop?” Kelly glanced up from her computer screen, still looking model-perfect in her fitted red suit, her blond hair swept up on top of her head.
Brenna blinked nervously in reply. “Oh yeah, I got it.”
“Then spill.”
“It