The next morning, rather than doing my usual disappearing act, I decided to try something different. If yesterday had taught me anything about Cara, it was that she didn’t handle boredom well. If I left her on her own much longer, I’d find myself with an entire office of new things.

And, as much as I was currently enjoying my new chair, I didn’t want to explain that one to the board.

Why did you spend such a large amount on an office redesign?

Well, you see, gentlemen… I got this new assistant, and she’s got this ass…

Right…

So, in the name of being an effective boss, I took one last sip of the lukewarm coffee I’d grabbed on the way in and summoned Cara.

The look on her face was priceless.

It was like a deer caught in the headlights of a semitruck. Having never actually used the intercom to speak with her, except a few phone calls that just couldn’t wait, I realized I’d probably spooked her.

Looking beyond her face though was a bad decision because the effective boss attitude I’d had vanished in milliseconds as my eyes collided with her body.

Long gone were the shabby sweater dresses and bargain-bin finds she’d been wearing ever since she started. Today, she was sleek and sophisticated in a heather-gray pencil skirt and sapphire-blue blouse. It was unbuttoned just enough that she still looked professional, but it was low enough that I suddenly found myself instinctively leaning forward.

“You asked for me?” she said, her words coming out hushed and hesitant.

I coughed quickly, desperately trying to clear my throat.

“Yes, sorry.” Why was I apologizing? “I thought it would be a good idea to continue what we started late last week and make you a bit more comfortable with my daily activities… so you aren’t stumbling around to keep busy.”

A small smile crept up her face. “That would be great. Thank you.”

“Why don’t you have a seat?” I offered, hating myself for how polite I was being.

She was my employee. A temporary one at that.

I watched her move across the space, her toned calves flexing as her hips swayed with a femininity and sexual presence she probably didn’t even realize she possessed.

I heard my brother’s voice in my head.

“Picturing her naked yet?”

I tried to think of the number of employees I’d actually visualized in my bed.

There was the blonde in accounting, who’d tried to seduce me, but I’d dealt with the likes of her before. My dick might have wanted a ride, and I might have done a cursory glance at the goods—I wasn’t dead—but that was the end of it.

Nothing more.

Cara though?

She was quickly becoming an obsession I couldn’t seem to shake, and sooner or later, I’d have to figure out why.

Only problem?