Free Back in the Bedroom by Jill Shalvis Page B

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    Eddie had promised her in his gentle, warm, reassuring voice that this job would be good for her, it would be a challenge, yes, but the boss was someone special, who would take good care of her.
    She certainly didn’t need taking care of, but she could appreciate a soft-spoken boss, a kind soul, someone who’d just let her be and do what she did best—work with numbers. “I’m here to work,” she said.
    He stared at her bleakly. “You’re the temp.”
    “Yes. I’m supposed to be at an accounting business for the next four days—” Oh God. She looked into his taut, unhappy face. “Yours,” she whispered. “I’m supposed to temp…for you? I never imagined he’d—”
    “Neither did I.” He shook his head. “And I ate his gift of breakfast this morning. I should have known the no-good, meddling bastard was up to something when he brought me McDonald’s. He’s such a health nut. It was a damn bribe.”
    She didn’t have to wonder at his edgy, unpredictable mood. As a rule, she was open to herself and all experiences and to other people being who they were. But in this case, he’d been manipulated, and a man like Reilly would hate that. Because of what happened the other night, she felt overwhelmingly conscious of him. He wasn’t bulky and he certainly didn’t come close enough to invade her space, but she felt an almost over-the-top awareness of him anyway. As if her every nerve ending had been exposed by just looking at him. A product of what she’d let him do to her. Begged him to do to her.
    She knew why she was uncomfortable looking at him. He brought it all back—her neurotic behavior, the way she’d flung herself at him, everything. Oh, yes, she knew why her face was heating up even as she stood there.
    But she didn’t understand what was bothering him. He had nothing to be ashamed of; he hadn’t thrown himself at her. And if it was about the work, she was a fine worker, a hard worker and a good person to boot, damn it. “I don’t understand, Reilly, why you’re so upset.”
    He just stared at her with those light eyes that so easily hid his every thought.
    “I mean, yes, Eddie was a little sneaky about sending me here without telling us, but you did request a temp, right?” She purposely looked through him instead of at him because looking at him directly was like lookingstraight into the sun. Beautiful and dangerous all in one. “Or is it because it’s…me?”
    “It’s nothing personal,” he said. “I just work best with…a grumpy, old temp.” He propped his shoulder up against the door frame and folded his arms as he eyed her. “You’re not old and I doubt you have a grumpy bone in your entire body.”
    Wait— Was there a compliment in there somewhere?
    “Where’s Marge?” he asked. “I like Marge.”
    “Marge is maybe fifty-five and one of the nicest people I know. Hardly old and grumpy.”
    “She is when she’s here. She smells like mothballs and snaps my head off when I talk to her.”
    “Maybe you bring out the worst in people,” Tessa suggested, feeling a little grumpy herself now. She moved toward the reception desk and dropped her purse next to the computer, phone and adding machine. She could see down the hall where there were four doors, all closed. Glass and brick dominated the office. Not a plant or a splash of color in the place that was cool and a bit reserved.
    Apparently not unlike the man she was going to work for. She forced a smile. “In any case, it looks like you’re stuck with me. Where do I start?”
    He just let out a long breath, his big body looking quite tense. Which actually made her mad. She made him tense? Ha! “Look, if it helps, I can be grumpy allday,” she offered. “Oh, and by the way, it’s really nice to see you again.”
    That got him. He swore softly as he shoved his fingers through his short spiky hair, making it stick up all the more.
    She had no idea how in the world she ever imagined this man had a secret beta