Jason was completely and utterly dumbfounded. Unless his eyesight, and possibly his mind as well, was playing tricks on him, his assistant had jumped out of a cake at his best friend’s bachelor party wearing next to nothing. He had been paying little attention when the cake had been rolled out and only just glanced over when the sound of the top of the cake popping open had caught his attention.
If not for seeing Claire at Harold’s with her hair arranged much as it was now, he might have possibly missed what his eyes seemed to be telling him. His demure, mostly genderless assistant was actually a drop-dead bombshell, and even if it took his mind several minutes to accept it, his body knew as soon as he laid eyes on her.
How in the hell had he been so blind to her all of these years and, more important, how did one not know that his assistant jumped out of cakes at bachelor parties after work hours? She lived a whole other life outside the office, which might be normal for everyone to some degree; however, this seemed a little extreme. His little mouse of an assistant was a stripper?
He was sure that seeing her with two heads would have surprised him a lot less. Harold didn’t seem to recognize her at all and was, at present, receiving well wishes from the others at the party. Comments of the more lewd variety about Claire were flying. For some reason, he wanted to protect her virtue and start punching someone in the face. He stalked angrily toward the direction in which he had seen her disappear.
Claire leaned against the restroom stall, shaking. How could this have possibly happened and why didn’t she make a connection that this could be Harold’s party? Julie had said the name wasWinthrop, and she’d never given it another thought. She hoped against hope that she was wrong and that Jason hadn’t recognized her. She began undressing and vowed to stay in the kitchen the rest of the evening, no matter what.
Dear God, she would lose her job with Jason over this. He would never understand why it was necessary to work this job as well as for Danvers. Panic started to set in and she was shaking so hard her fingers fumbled as she tried to unsnap her garters. At just that moment, she heard the door open.
“Julie, give me a few minutes. I’m having a hard time with these darn snaps.” Not thinking anything of the silence, she continued on. “God, Julie, you will never believe what just happened. My boss and his friends were at this party. I thought you said the bachelor’s name was Winthrop. I need to stay in the kitchen for the rest of the evening and steer clear of Jason.” As those words were uttered, she was suddenly aware that Julie hadn’t made a single reply. She looked up and was looking into the blue eyes that had haunted her all day.
Time seemed to freeze as she slowly became aware that she was standing in the ladies’ restroom practically naked with her boss leisurely lowering his gaze to the corset that barely contained her breasts. She could feel her nipples standing up and saluting. His gaze lowered to the skimpy matching panties and, heaven help her, she could feel her body continue to betray her as heat pooled between her thighs. She squeezed her legs together to try to control the fire that seemed to be spreading through her body like an inferno. She finally gathered her wits enough to sputter, “Wh-what’re you doing in here? This is the ladies’ restroom.”
“I thought I would visit with the stripper for the evening. How much for a private lap dance for my friends and myself?”
“Wha . . . what?” she stammered. “What do you mean?”
“Well, you’re the stripper who jumped out of the cake, correct?”
“No. No, I’m not a stripper. I just jump out of the cake with clothes on. I don’t strip!”
“Clothes, huh? I’m not sure that qualifies as clothing,” Jason replied with sarcasm dripping from his voice.
It finally dawned on her that she was still standing in a restroom with her boss, almost naked. She averted her eyes from his and tried to cover herself with her hands. “Could you please leave? I need to dress and this is the ladies’ restroom.” She made the mistake of looking up into Jason’s eyes and could feel herself melt. Heat blazed there and with a muttered oath, Jason gripped her arms and dragged her against his hard body.
About the book
Claire Walters has worked for Jason Danvers as his assistant for three years, but he’s never appreciated her as a woman—until the day she jumps out of a cake at his friend’s bachelor party.…
To support her ailing mother, Claire is forced to work a second job at a party-planning company. But when her handsome boss ends up with a front-row seat to the action, she’s mortified—and he’s intrigued.
With Danvers International in the middle of an important merger, Jason asks Claire to accompany him on weekend business trips—and suddenly all her fantasies are coming true. Her outspoken best friend thinks that getting a little “executive attention” will solve everything. But Claire sees more in Jason than just sex.
Jason is determined to know how the beautiful, sexy woman in the cake could also be his mousy assistant. The more time they spend together, the more he realizes how much fun it can be to mix business with pleasure. And how much he wants to offer her a happily ever after of her own….
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About the author
Sydney Landon is the New York Times & USA Today Best Selling author of: Weekends Required, Not Planning on You, Fall For Me, Fighting For You, Betting on You, No Denying You, Always Loving You, Pierced and Fractured. Sydney is currently working on the next book in the Danvers’ Series as well as the Pierced Series. When she isn’t writing, Sydney enjoys reading, swimming and the beach. She lives with her family in Greenville, South Carolina.