Secret Admirer: Secret Kisses / Hidden Hearts / Dream Marriage. Christine Rimmer

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      Chapter 4

      How could she have been so stupid? What had she done?

      Jane stood in front of the glass doors of Fortune TX and slapped her forehead with her open hand. Harper wanted to be director of market research. He didn’t want her. His little seduction routine was just his own perverse version of a game of hardball!

      Last week he’d impressed Andrea, Jane’s supervisor, and all their bosses in that meeting when he’d demonstrated how the company could best use the Internet to defend brand assets. He’d been creative. She couldn’t let herself ever forget that he’d do anything to win. Anything.

      Harper was part of the good-old-boy network. That was one of the reasons he was so successful. He didn’t work as hard as she did because he didn’t have to. He schmoozed. He drove a jazzed-up car to impress people. He was into image rather than substance.

      He would probably tell every man at the water-cooler first thing how easy and hot for him she was. He’d get a few laughs, and the male executives would start snickering behind her back. They might even ask her out to get more of the same. If any of them even winked at her, she’d never be able to face anybody again.

      Fool that she was, she still felt turned on by the darkly handsome jerk with the talented mouth and hands. She’d even liked the way he’d touched her breasts.

      The sun was getting hotter, or was it just thinking about him that made her feel the heat? There was nothing for it but to go inside and face the music.

      When she reached her floor, Jane still felt hot and wet and trembly as she skittered past the receptionists, mumbling her hellos so fast neither woman could start a real conversation. Not that they didn’t try.

      “You look great,” Stephanie said.

      “Different,” Melanie agreed. “What’s with the looser hairstyle and those top buttons undone? New look?”

      “New man,” Stephanie whispered.

      “Gotta go,” Jane said, not meeting their eyes. She couldn’t even manage a smile in her mad desire to escape to her own office where she could close her door, be alone and try to regroup.

      “Have you seen that cute green dress in the shop downstairs? It’d be perfect for the new you,” Melanie said.

      “There is no new me,” Jane muttered, horrified that she felt faintly tempted to take a look at the dress.

      Even before she got to her office and saw the huge bouquet of daisies, roses, irises and lilies, she didn’t have an inkling about how to proceed with her day. She hated teasing or sexual innuendo, even talks about sex and boyfriends between women. She hated sex on television. Love scenes in books made her skim pages until she got past them. That’s why Matt’s sexy pictures of her had undone her.

      Just why sex scared her so deeply was a mystery. Maybe her mother had been too open and flamboyant. Maybe it had to do with the whole town laughing because she’d been born in the pool hall. To Jane, sex was not something to be viewed through keyholes or to be flaunted the way Matt had flaunted those pictures of her.

      Jane was at her file cabinet, with her back to the huge vase of lilies and roses and daisies on her desk, when Stephanie popped her head inside the door.

      “We’re all dying to know. What’s the special occasion?”

      Jane turned and gasped when she saw the flowers Stephanie was looking at. Moving toward them, Jane said, “Oh, I didn’t realize you followed me.”

      “Couldn’t resist.”

      “I guess…It’s my birthday,” Jane mumbled.

      “Looks like somebody remembered big-time. Who?”

      “I—I haven’t a clue. My mom maybe.”

      “So, read the card.”

      With trembling fingers Jane plucked the small envelope from the flowers. Leaning over them, she couldn’t help but inhale their sweet fragrance. “Mmmmmmmm.”

      Oh my, she did love flowers.

      “Name withheld upon request,” she read aloud. Then she flipped the card over. “That’s all.”

      When she looked up, Stephanie was still hovering expectantly. “Well?”

      “I’m sure you’ve got work to do,” Jane said hastily.

      Ducking her head, Stephanie scurried away.

      Jane set her briefcase down and began to search for her folder with the information on the fund-raiser. She needed to get approval from her boss, Andrea, for the booth at the baseball game Wednesday night.

      But the fund-raiser folder wasn’t there.

      “Damn.”

      Frowning, she was shaking the contents of her briefcase out onto her desk when Matt ambled into her office. A mischievous smile lit his dark face, and his hands were behind his back.

      “Hi,” he said in a low tone.

      She glanced down at the contents of her briefcase, hoping he’d go, but he stayed, lounging in the doorway, his long legs planted widely apart.

      “You’re the last man on earth I really want to see,” she said.

      “At least I’m in a class by myself.”

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