Free The Boss and His Cowgirl by Silver James Page A

Granted, she’s not a supermodel, but she’s got that whole sexy librarian thing, plus no one is smarter and her zingers are worth the price of admission. I mean, seriously. Why are you just now seeing what the rest of us saw from the git-go?”
    â€œI’m a slow learner. However, I am seeing it now so what the hell do I do about it?”
    â€œSimple. Ask her out.”
    â€œI can’t.”
    â€œWhy not? I mean, seriously, cuz, what’s the problem?”
    â€œI’d have to fire her. Which sucks because she’s the best communications director on the Hill. And there’s no guarantee we’d last longer than a fling. If she’d even go for it. Doesn’t sound like a win-win for anybody.”
    â€œI don’t follow, Clay. Why would you have to fire her? And I’m not even going into fling territory.”
    Draining his drink, Clay laid his head against the back of the chair and closed his eyes. “The old man, Boone. Every bit of fluff he brought into the house came from his office. The side pieces, the step-monsters he dragged in—each one younger than the previous. Well, except for Helen. She wanted to be a mom. The rest? Gold diggers, every last one.”
    He rubbed his fingers over his forehead, but the headache brewing behind his eyes didn’t go away. “I swore I would never be him.”
    â€œSo you date supermodels and actresses and pretty women who are dumber than stumps because you don’t want to follow in his footsteps? I have four names for you, starting with Tammy.”
    Clay groaned. “Lord, that cost us a pretty penny to get rid of her, and she took the foreman with her. Thank goodness Chance made sure she signed the prenup. Besides, I wasn’t referring to the quality of the women I date but where I meet them. I refuse to have an office romance.”
    â€œThen fire Georgie.”
    Resisting the urge to throw the now-empty glass at his cousin, Clay heaved out of the chair and went to the bar to pour another, stiffer drink. “I don’t want to lose her, Boone.” He tossed back the drink, barely resisting the urge to slam the glass down on the marble bar top. “I don’t know what to do.”
    â€œI do. Just trust me on this.”

Seven
    G eorgie blinked rapidly, the seldom-worn contacts irritating her eyes. She longed to take them out and stick her glasses back on. Resisting, she used drops while managing not to smear her makeup. She had to be crazy. When Boone had called with a last-minute request, she thought, why not? That was before she’d dressed up. Now she stood there in panic mode.
    Returning to the senate offices after the holiday break had been...interesting. Boone and Hunt intimated that Clay had cut his New York trip short and spent the holidays at the family ranch north of Oklahoma City. She was curious enough to wonder if Clay had broken up with Giselle and she tried very hard to quell any internal squee moments that thought created. He was so far out of Georgie’s league that...
    The notes of “Girls Just Want to Have Fun” drifted in from her bedroom. She staggered on her high heels, found the impossibly small and expensive evening bag Jen had loaned her and snagged her cell phone.
    â€œDo not have time, Jen. Go away.”
    â€œBreathe, Georgie. Things will be fine.” Her best friend unleashed a sultry chuckle. “In fact, I bet he takes you back to his place for a nightcap.”
    â€œOh, sure. Right. The man is handsome enough to be a movie star, he’s a gazillionaire and he always dates the most beautiful socialites and supermodels in the world. I, on the other hand, am me. I am so totally average that the political pollsters have my type on speed dial. Men like Senator Barron do not make passes at girls who wear glasses and work in their office. One, it is a huge breach of ethics and two...have you looked at me, Jen? Yes, you’re my best friend in