Married to His Business / Six-Month Mistress: Married to His Business. Elizabeth Bevarly

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      Dammit.

      Matthias wasn’t one of those pathetic caffeine addicts who couldn’t function without their crack-of-dawn coffee and suffered ugly mood swings when denied. No way. But, like any civilized human being, he liked to enjoy a cup or two in the morning, maybe three if he had time, possibly four or five, if he had a meeting or something, and, okay maybe another jolt or two or three in the afternoon when he needed it. He didn’t have to have coffee. He just wanted it. A lot.

      He stared at the coffeemaker intently, drumming his fingers irregularly on the countertop, willing the machine to work. With great deliberation, he pushed the on button again. Nada.

      Damn. His gaze lit then on a short stack of papers he’d placed on the countertop the night before. It was the last assignment Kendall had completed before she’d tendered her resignation, a contract she’d typed up for an agreement between Barton Limited and a new consulting firm with whom he’d be doing limited business for the rest of the year. He smiled, and reached for the phone again, punching in a number he knew by heart.

      “Kendall,” he said when she answered her cell phone. “It’s…” He started to say “Mr. Barton,” but halted. “Matthias,” he identified himself instead. “There’s a problem with the Donovan contract you typed up before you left. Can you spare a couple of hours this morning to go over it?” He listened to her objection, then said, “I realize that. But this is a problem you’re responsible for, one you need to rectify. And it’s urgent. When can you be here?” He grinned at her reply. “Good. I promise not to keep you any longer than I absolutely have to. And, Kendall,” he added before she had a chance to hang up, “I saw a coffee shop in town. Would you mind swinging by it on your way?”

      Kendall stewed as she waited for Matthias to answer the doorbell she’d just rung, and switched the enormous cardboard cup of coffee from one hand to the other as it began to burn her fingers. It had been awkward, to say the least, explaining to Stephen DeGallo on her first official day of training why she needed to take part of the morning off. And although he hadn’t exactly been happy about the request, he’d told her to go ahead, that they could meet again after lunch.

      Lunch, she thought now, that she should have been having with her new boss, not the one she’d left behind.

      As if conjured by the thought, Matthias opened the door, smiling with what looked like profound relief when he saw her. She softened some at his expression, flattered that, in spite of everything, he still seemed to need her. It was always a nice feeling to have.

      Then he reached for the massive cup of coffee in her hand, popped off the top and lifted it toward his face, inhaling deeply to enjoy a long, leisurely sniff. Carefully, he lifted it to his mouth and sipped, closing his eyes as he savored it. Then he opened them again, stared down into the dark brew and said, “Oh, God, that’s better.”

      That was when Kendall realized it was the coffee for which he was grateful, not her. And she wondered again why she’d bothered.

      Because she was conscientious about her work, she told herself. It had nothing to do with Matthias needing her. If there truly was a problem with the Donovan contract that was her fault, then it was, as he’d said, up to her to rectify it. Although she couldn’t imagine what she’d done wrong. She’d triple-and quadruple-checked the document before she’d given it to Matthias to look at. And why was he just now looking at it, anyway? she wondered. It was supposed to have gone back to Elliot Donovan two weeks ago.

      And what was up with his appearance? she wondered further. Okay, she knew he was on vacation, but she’d never seen him looking like this. Here it was, almost ten o’clock in the morning, and he looked as if he’d just rolled out of bed. His black sweatpants were rumpled from sleep, as was the white V-neck T-shirt stretched taut enough across his chest that she could see the dark hair beneath—besides what was visible around the neckline. A day’s growth of beard shadowed his face, his dark hair was shaggy and uncombed and his brown eyes were hooded and soft. He looked…

      Well, actually, Kendall thought as a coil of something warm and electric unwound in her belly, he looked kind of…hot.

      No! Not hot! she immediately corrected herself. Slovenly. Yeah, that was it. Seeing him looking the way he did made her think of some lazy hedonist lolling in bed on a Sunday morning. Some dark-haired, sleepy-eyed pleasure monger, waking slowly and stretching his brawny arms high over his head, then smiling down at the woman lying next to him, who—Hey, how about that?—looked a lot like Kendall, then gliding a slow finger across my…I mean, her…naked shoulder, then leaning down to trace the same path with his mouth before rolling me…I mean, her…over onto her back and sliding his hand beneath the covers, down along my…I mean, her…naked torso and settling it between my…I mean, her…I mean…I mean…I mean…

      She stifled a groan and stopped thinking about how Matthias looked. Until he lowered the cup of coffee again and ran his tongue along the seam of his lips to savor the lingering taste of it, wherein all Kendall could do was think about how it would feel to have his tongue running along the seam of her lips, too.

      Oh. No.

      The Donovan contract, she reminded herself. That was why she was here. Not for…anything else. “So, um…what’s the, uh…the problem with the, ah…the Donovan contract,” she finally got out.

      For a moment, he looked at her as if he had no idea what she was talking about. Then, “Right,” he finally said. “Come on in.”

      He stepped aside to let her enter, and as Kendall pushed past him, she tried not to notice how the fragrance of the coffee mingled with a scent that was distinctly Matthias, something spicy and woodsy whose source she’d never been able to identify. It was probably from the soap or shampoo that he used, though she’d never known another man to smell the way he did—or as good as he did. And smelling him again now, after being deprived for two weeks…

      She sighed. What was the matter with her this morning? She was reacting to Matthias as if he were an old boyfriend she hadn’t been ready to break up with.

      She reminded herself again that she was nothing more to him than a former employee, and that he was nothing more to her than a former employer. She’d come here because of a professional obligation, not a personal one. The sooner she fixed whatever she’d done wrong with the Donovan contract, the sooner she could get back to work. Her new work. At her new job. With her new boss. One who appreciated her business degree and knowledge. One to whom she owed the greater obligation now. Matthias was her past. No, Barton Limited was her past, she corrected herself. And OmniTech Solutions was her future.

      Period.

      She spun around as Matthias closed the front door. “What’s the problem?” she asked point blank.

      Instead of answering her, he tilted his head toward the sweeping staircase behind him and said, “This way.”

      She rankled at the order, but followed him, noting how beautiful the lodge was. Wow. Whoever’d furnished the place had great taste. And they knew a thing or two about making a home comfortable without making it too feminine. Although the colors were bold and the fabrics a little masculine, Kendall would have felt perfectly content staying here herself. And the view of the lake beyond the picture windows was spectacular.

      She wondered again about the details of the bequest that required him to be here. It must have been a pretty major requirement to СКАЧАТЬ