Free Caught on Camera with the CEO by Natalie Anderson Page B

fantasy and start thinking such things were normal. She didn’t want to be sucked in by Alex Carlisle any more than she’d been since she first clapped eyes on him.
    â€˜Umm, I think I can manage. It’s only hair, right?’ She cleared her throat, trying to get rid of the wounded rasp. ‘And my style you can’t do a lot with.’ It was so thick she had to have it cut regularly into a plain and simple bob. But it was well overdue now, her fringe annoyingly long and too unruly for her to risk trimming herself—another reason to earn money asap.
    He brushed the stupidly long bit back with his free hand and smiled, his gaze dropping to her pink pyjamas. Her toes curled into the heated tiles beneath her feet. What was she doing without shoes? And what was he doing looking so fine in his dark suit so early? And so clean-shaven? It was too early for that—shouldn’t he be tousled, shouldn’t his eyes be shadowed and sleepy, shouldn’t he be…in bed?
    â€˜I’d better get ready.’ She jerked up. ‘Don’t want to be late on my first day.’
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    The warehouse was impressive. Turned out Lorenzo was some sort of wine god and there were pallets of cases everywhere. And a very flash reception area and even a tasting room. Not that Alex stopped to give her the guided tour.
    â€˜The office is on the first floor.’ He headed straight up. ‘Cara, this is Dani.’
    The woman behind the desk gave Dani a wide smile. Daniregistered the russet-coloured cropped hair and the elfin features and sparkling eyes.
    â€˜I’ll leave you to it.’ Alex was crisp. ‘Take care of her.’
    Dani wasn’t sure who he meant by that—but he was gone before she could check.
    â€˜It’ll be great to have you onboard,’ Cara said cheerfully. ‘There’s always way too much to do.’
    There was too. Dani’s head whirled as she followed Cara through the routine. The woman was a dynamo—full of energy, effervescence and unfailing good humour.
    She took the seat beside her and shadowed her while Cara explained everything in minute detail. It was fascinating and full on. But there was one burning question Dani couldn’t bring herself to ask—how pregnant was Cara? Because her tummy was really, really flat. In fact, her tummy was flatter than Dani’s. But she wasn’t going to go personal—not on her first day. She was just here to work and pick up the wages.
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    Alex checked his watch again. He’d been stuck behind his desk for hours—hadn’t gone down to the floor. No point. She wasn’t there.
    He should be feeling great. The situation with Dani was resolved, right? Now he could concentrate on far more important matters—like figuring out what he was going to do, whether he had any real right to be the boss at the bank. But his brain was stuck on one track. If he so much as thought of her his body went rock-hard. The things he wanted to do…but he hadn’t taken her to his home to jump her bones the minute he had the chance, except the ache in his body had made him make moves and he’d loved every moment of touch and tease between them.
    So had she. She couldn’t deny the heat in her gaze, the reaction of her body—and she hadn’t tried to. But she didn’t want to act on it. And that got him.
    He could kind of understand it. Her life was messed up enough—and in large part because of him. So succumbing to the lust—seducing her—just wasn’t on, even though he knew it wouldn’t take much to make it happen. But while Alex liked to play, he wanted an equally enthusiastic playmate.
    Until she stepped up to the plate, he was standing back.
    And she was a flatmate now, right? He knew the rule as well as she did— don’t screw the crew . The one everyone learnt while flatting at university. Alex didn’t mess around at work, and he sure as hell