The Garrisons: Parker, Brittany & Stephen: The CEO's Scandalous Affair. Sara Orwig

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      “But it has to be done by tomorrow morning, so I’m afraid you’ll have to finish it tonight.”

      What in God’s name was he talking about? “Which will entail…?” She scanned his desk for a clue to what he’d just told her to do.

      “The usual, complete the spreadsheets. It won’t take you long. I’m sorry you have to work late. You didn’t have plans did you?”

      Not unless jogging off nine hours of sexual frustration and then spending the rest of the night fantasizing herself right back into that blissful state constituted plans. “No, not tonight.”

      “Good. To make it easier on you, I’ve left the data on my computer, so you can just input the spreadsheets right here.” He indicated his desk. “You don’t mind that, do you?”

      Yes, she minded. She had to sit in his chair, his spicy aftershave lingering in the air, his computer under her fingertips. But what she really minded was that she had no idea what he was talking about.

      “Um, Parker, which spreadsheet again?”

      He laughed softly. “You seem a little distracted today, Anna. You okay?”

      “I… I just…” She smoothed her hair and squared her shoulders. “Missing the business council on your calendar kind of threw me.”

      He waved it off and dragged the charcoal suit coat back on. “I’m referring to the monthly property report for the executive committee. All of the profits from Garrison companies are rolled into that report. My brothers and sisters will be in here tomorrow morning for the exec committee meeting and we’ll go over it first thing.”

      “Oh, of course.” Still she frowned, not remembering a document they’d done like that in the past. Didn’t all the Garrisons bring their numbers to the meeting individually, and announce them that morning? Why were they doing it this way?

      He slipped some files—she was so distracted, she didn’t even know what—into his soft-sided leather briefcase and gave her an unreadable look, almost as if he was a little disappointed. He probably was—she hadn’t really done her usual bang-up job this week.

      Plus, she was getting far less adept at hiding her attraction. Maybe he knew she said one thing to him about their physical relationship, but dreamed of another. Maybe he could tell she was really regretting her decision to keep their relationship strictly professional. Because she was. Deeply. Daily.

      “I’ll see you tomorrow, then, Anna.” What was that expression on his face? Expectation? Hope? Uncertainty? Something was on his mind, but he wasn’t saying. Was he hoping she’d change her mind, or had he moved on?

      No. She wasn’t imagining the sizzle between them.

      “I’ll be in at eight,” she promised him. “And the meeting starts at nine.”

      He came around his desk and paused in front of her. Inches away, she could feel the heat of him, the sense that he was trying to tell her something nearly buckling her knees.

      “Is there anything else, Parker?” Did he hear that note of need in her voice?

      “No. There’s nothing else.” He lifted his hand and brushed a single stray hair from her face, the featherlight touch sparking her skin. Had he noticed she’d been wearing her hair down? “I just… I’m sorry.”

      “Sorry?” She pulled back. “For what?”

      “Sorry you have to work late.”

      She let out a quick breath, almost a laugh. “I always work late,” she assured him. “And going to a business council meeting isn’t exactly a fun time for all.”

      He smiled, cocking his head exactly the way he would if he were going to kiss her. Her heart walloped so hard, he had to have heard it. Had to have noticed her lips parting, her eyes half closing. He dipped a centimeter.

      He was going to kiss her. Her fingers tightened on the papers she held; her gaze dropped to his mouth; her gut clenched in anticipation.

      He was going to kiss her, and she was going to kiss him right back.

      “Good night,” he said gruffly, jerking himself away and marching across the office to the door.

      Anna stood stone still for a full minute after the door slammed; the only thing moving was her poor, overworked heart as it tried to redirect blood back into her brain.

      Finally, she sank into a chair and took a breath.

      She had all night to do his spreadsheets. She needed that run in the worst way. The way she felt right now, she could tear down Biscayne Boulevard, cross the MacArthur Causeway and throw herself into the Atlantic Ocean and it wouldn’t erase the fire and need in her body.

      But she would try.

      “I gave her plenty of rope,” Parker said, taking a sip of the draft beer Stephen had just handed him. Instead of hops and wheat, he tasted misery. And regret.

      “You gave her all fake numbers, right?” Stephen leaned back on Brittany Beach’s comfortable couches as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

      He didn’t, Parker thought drily. Stephen hadn’t just arranged an elaborate setup that could ruin a woman he respected. A woman he liked.

      A woman he wanted so bad he could howl at the rising moon.

      “Yeah,” Parker said. “Every single line item a lie.” He checked his watch, imagining his dutiful secretary entering made-up profits into a spreadsheet. Would she e-mail that file directly to Jordan Jefferies?

      “And you’re sure she’ll do the work on your PC, not hers?”

      Parker nodded. “I set it up that way.”

      “And you’re sure you installed the software?” Stephen prodded. “The one that tracks every keystroke?”

      “Yes,” Parker answered impatiently.

      “Cool stuff, isn’t it?”

      “Very. I just wish I wasn’t using it to bring down Anna.”

      “To bring down a spy,” Stephen reminded him. “I have that on my PC, too. It’s just smart protection. Did you know it was invented by a private investigator?”

      A P.I. That didn’t make Parker feel any better about spying on the woman whose only sin might just be having perfect legs. And a killer smile. And beautiful hair. And that sweet laugh. And a sharp intellect. And—

      “You’re having second thoughts.”

      Parker sipped the beer, which still tasted flat and bad. “I’m way past second, bro.”

      “Hey, if she’s the spy, this will be the smartest business move you ever made. You’re a hero for trapping her.”

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