Nothing But Trouble Could Come From Kissing Flynn. Letter to Reader Title Page About the Author Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Copyright
Nothing But Trouble Could Come From Kissing Flynn.
A woman as sane as she wasand the whole world knew Molly Weston was practical and hopelessly straitlacedsimply had more brains than to hurl herself off a cliff without a parachute.
But Flynn tempted her. As no man ever had. It was those eyes. It was that simmering, electric thing that shimmered in the air between them. It was that daredevil zest for life that captivated her, made crazy ideas come to her mindlike the thought that shed regret it forever if she never made love with him.
He read her decision in her eyes. That slow, wicked grin of his faded. His gaze shifted from her eyes to her mouth, the playfulness disappearing from his expression.
Her hand rose higher, until her fingers were bare, naked inches from touching him. Her heart was suddenly pounding, pounding.
Until she heard the bellowing wail of a baby.
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A Baby in his In-Box
Jennifer Greene
www.millsandboon.co.uk
JENNIFER GREENE
lives near Lake Michigan with her husband and two children. Before writing full-time, she worked as a teacher and a personnel manager. Michigan State University honored her as an outstanding woman graduate for her work with women on campus.
Ms. Greene has written more than fifty category romances, for which she has won numerous awards, including two RITA awards from the Romance Writers of America in the Best Short Contemporary Books category, and a Career Achievement award from Romantic Times magazine.
One
What the hell is this?
Flynn McGannon had just hung up the phone when the whirlwind barreled into his office. Whats what?
You know exactly what. The whirlwind slapped a clipped set of papers on his desk. She pointed a royal finger at the offending documents, then at him. There are words for men like youstarting with lazy and irresponsible. If I didnt believe you were eventually trainable, I swear Id fire you.
Flynn didnt glance at the papers. Hed bet bookies odds they were boring. His accountant, on the other hand, both kidnapped and ransomed his interest even when she wasnt breathing hardand at the moment Molly Weston was breathing smoke. Thoughtfully he scratched his chin. Dont you think firing me will be a little tricky? Considering that I own the company and youre the employee?
If you think thats a relevant argument, youve got another think coming. Youre not going to own anything if you dont shape up. Youll be in court with the IRSand theyd be justified in throwing the book at you. Now, I know you hate numbers, but this is ridiculous. You call these scraps of paper a serious effort at keeping records?
Truth to tell, he did. Flynn had never needed an accountant when he was poor. Whod have guessed that his software programs would take off like lightning in the marketplace? For him, the work was funpure playtimeor hed never have done it. The gold he seemed to be hauling in for the last three years was a total accident.
The other three accountants hed tried before Molly Weston had been total accidents, too. Two guys. One woman. All three of them had quit on him in a disgusted huff, puffing out the door in their pin-stripe suits and their starched spines.
Six months ago, Molly had started out as starched as the rest of them. Shed also started out soft-voiced and sweet and so shy she was intimidated by her own shadow.
Flynn took personal credit for ruining her.
Her pale pink fingertip located a sheet with a bunch of statisticsone of her favorite things in lifeand started stabbing it. You call this a record of expenses? What is this eight hundred dollars for lunch? she snarled at him.
Well, actually, it wasnt for lunch. It was for that special ergonomic chair for Ralph, because hes got that bad knee? Only I sort of misplaced the receipt, and I knew thatd tick you off, so I thought itd be easier to...
You didnt think. She immediately corrected him.
Since hed heard parts of this harangue before, Flynn cocked his moccasined feet on the desk and concentrated his attention on studying her. She was pacing. To effectively pace in his office, she needed to kick the basketball out of the way and manuever around the putting green by the windows.
Initially Molly had been appalled at the whole placebut especially his office. Personally Flynn thought the plush red carpet, teak cabinets and slab of lapus lazuli desk looked appropriately expensive and executive. Obviously hed had to add personal touches, like the basketball hoop over the door and the putting green by the far windows. His office chair was almost as good as a mistresseleven controls, programmed and willing to massage any part of the body on command. It couldnt compete with a womans hands, but a guy couldnt have everything in a work setting.
Molly wasnt much on vibrating chairs. Her approval rating on his customary working attire of historic jeans and moccasins wasnt much higher. There was no real reason why the staff of five couldnt work stark naked if they chose. Clients came from across the globe, but impromptu visits to the office were rare.
The whole staff, including himself, were creative nerds who holed up in front of their keyboards and worked whatever hours they pleased. Flynn didnt care about any of their life-styles or clothes as long as they did their jobs.
Molly, though, was addicted to formality. She liked suitspreferably navy, black or gray, but on a real wild day shed go for herringbone. Today she was in Priss Mode. Navy skirt, navy heels, a crisp white blouse with a neat little pin choking her at the collar. Her hair was brownish-gold, the color of rich dark tea, expertly cut just short of her shoulders in a pageboy style. Even when she was pacing around, thwacking papers, threatening his cherished body parts, agitated enough to make her hair tumble and bounce...the instant she paused, her hair fell right back into its customary smooth, silky style. Flynn figured her hair didnt have the nerve to stay mussed.
Her eyes were brown, too, but not tea brown. More melted-chocolate brown. Soft. Emotive. Those huge eyes mirrored her vulnerability, Flynn had always thought. The oval face had more of those hopelessly vulnerable featuresfeathered brows, delicate cheekbones and an itsybitsy mouth that was damn near shaped perfectlyif a man had his mind on kissing her.
Flynn invariably had his mind on kissing her lately. Aw, hell. He had his mind on tussling with her between cool, smooth sheets on a nice, hard mattress. Hed gamble his Lotus she was wearing a good-girl white bra under that crisp linen blouse. He hadnt gotten far enough to find out. Yet.
Are you listening to me? she demanded.
Uh-huh. You want to know why theres extra money in that account. And where the paperwork is to explain where it came from. Im trying to remember, he assured her.
You wouldnt have to remember if youd just keep reasonable records from the start! My God, youre as tough to reform as a career criminal. Ive set up an entire system to make this easy for you. I know perfectly well that youre deathly allergic to concepts like organization. But I cant help you if you wont even try to come half-way, Flynn.
Yes, Molly. Even her voice aroused him. There was nothing unique in her accentthey were both immigrants to Kalamazoo, but hed fled from Detroit and she hailed from Traverse City country, so her speech patterns were as Michigan-based as his. But there was something liquid in her voice tone. Something pure female. Something that went down as easy as honeyeven when she was mopping the floor with him.
Im serious, you jerk. Youre inviting problems with the IRS, and theres no excuse for it. Your business is perfectly sound, for heavens sake. It isnt that complicated to express that on paper. The rest of the staff has come around like troopers. And then theres you. What exactly is so hard with keeping some simple, basic records?
Honestly. I just forget
Oops. Forgetting was a mortal sin in her eyeswhich youd think hed know by now. She was off again, wheeling around his desk, throwing out her right hand, then her left, in gestures to punctuate her lecture about being disgusted with him.
Flynn had been terrified shed quit like the othersfor a while. But Molly claimed quitting would make her feel guilty. If she quit, hed have to hire someone else. That someone else would be stuck handling his idiocy. As she put it, the buck stopped with her. She was going to shape him up or die trying.
He really was trying to shape up, but Mollys standards were rigidly exacting. About work. The two times hed stolen a kiss from her...well. He hadnt managed to peel off any of those immaculate linen blouses, or find out if that slim, shapely fanny was as sexy as it looked without the zealously prissy skirt. But hed discovered something fascinating.
Man, could she kiss.
It wasnt Flynns fault he couldnt forget. She kissed like a mans wildest erotic fantasy. Those lips molded under his as if nature had created that soft, red mouth just for him.
Molly had a bank vault of principles she never bent on. It wasnt as if she abandoned those values, more like there was a deep emotional current running under those first locked doors.
That current could drag a man under, if he werent careful. At thirty-four, Flynn had never been caught by the marriage trap, but life would be no fun at all if a man were too careful.
Youre not paying attention to me, Molly accused him.
Believe me, I am. Weston, you have the best set of legs in the Midwest, and probably the whole damn country. And thats an objective opinion from a leg connoisseur.
McGannon! The first day he met her, hed thought scarlet was her natural skin colorshed been that flushed and nervous through the whole job interview. Now, it took more effort to make a blush bloom on her cheeks, but this was a good one, a full-fledged rose. The blush was old news, but the mischievous sparkle in her eyes was a noticeably gutsy addition.
Ms. Wholesome-Weston definitely wasnt as prim and proper as she used to be. That sparkle in her eyes, in fact, inspired him to swing his legs off the desk.
No, she said firmly.
Exactly what are you saying no to? He stood up.
Get that look out of your eyes, McGannon. Right now.
He advanced a step. She not only failed to look intimidated, but she also parked two slim fists on her delectably shaped hips. Flynn could still remember how she skittered and jumped if he looked at her crossways in those first days. Hed been bluntly honest with hershed never last a week if she couldnt stand up to him. In six months, shed come a long way.
But not as far as hed like her to. Youve got the same look in your eyes, he pointed out.
I do not.
Yeah, she did. And that unholy sparkle in her eyes only upped in wattage when he took another step toward her. And another.
Back off. Or youll have a shiner so fast itll make your head spin, buster.
Nah. You wouldnt give me a shiner unless I earned it. And there isnt a prayer wed be doing this if I wasnt sure we both liked it. All you have to do is say no and Ill behave. I swear.
She didnt say no. But when she was backed up against the plush red carpeted wall, she reverted to her favorite defense. Logic. I like this job and I dont want to lose it.
That makes two of us. Youve made yourself so totally indispensable that Id be lost with you. Im not joking. I mean it. I told you the day you hired on that Im an insensitive clodbut I learn. If I do one thing to make you uncomfortable, all you have to do is say so.