It was just a kiss.
It wasnt just anything, sweetheart. Justin turned his head toward Olivia, his eyes erotically intense. And try looking at it from the other side, if you dont believe me, he continued. Are you honestly saying you couldnt make a few educated guesses about my performance now?
Flames licked through her blood. On the job, her vibrant visualization skills served her well, but all they were helping with now was raising the temperature inside the car. Justin sliding the straps of her bra down her shoulders, kissing her exposed skinlowering her to a mattress, covering her body with his weightkissing her as she straddled him
Olivia wanted to tell him that his performance was none of her concern. But if she opened her mouth to speak, the words take me would spill out of their own volition.
Dear Reader,
I cant tell you how many times Ive decided on a clear plan, only to have it gowell, kablooey is the word that springs to mind. Cartoonlike, but accurate. Has this ever happened to you? Its about to happen to Olivia Lockhart and Justin Hawthorne.
With a recent breakup behind her, Olivia has vowed not to repeat her past romantic mistakes. Shes going to find someone more stable than sexy and more interested in committing than flirtingdespite her attraction to irresistible photographer Justin Hawthorne. Justin, who finished raising his sisters after his parents deaths, has just seen his youngest sister off to college and has resolved to reclaim his bachelor freedomwhich does not include settling down with one woman. But the best-laid plans are no match for love!
I hope you enjoy Justin and Olivias story. I love entertaining readers, and I also love hearing from them. You can write me at t.michaels@earthlink.net or visit my Web site at www.tanyamichaels.com for information on giveaways and upcoming releases.
Wishing you plans that go smoothly, or at least plenty of laughter when they dont!
Tanya Michaels
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
1
BUT DID I tell you what he said after I found him in bed with my roommate? Olivia Lockhart sat behind her oak desk, scowling at the three-week-old memory of Seans parting words. He said Babe, when a mans as in demand as I am, it wouldnt be fair to the women of the world to limit myself to just one. I am finished with smooth-talking, good-looking men.
Was early March way too late to add a New Years resolution?
Jeanie, the office receptionist who stood leaning against Olivias file cabinet, wrinkled her pixie features into an uncharacteristic grimace. So youre going out with ugly men now?
They were probably more faithful. I dont plan on seeing anyone for a while.
Olivia had spent her dateless high-school years with homemade brownies and her moms old Cary Grant movies. Now, she had plenty of dates, but shed been better off with Cary and the brownies. In fact, if she could find a decent brownie that didnt go straight to her hips, maybe she could give up men all together.
If you dont date, what will you do? Jeanies distressed tone made such an existence sound unthinkable. For her, it probably was.
With her heart-shaped face and ultrashort platinum hair, adorably petite Jeanie looked like head cheerleader for Santas elves and had the bubbly personality to match. Men flocked to her, but shed been pretty serious about the same guy, Albert, for the last few months. Olivia had high hopes for them. She had to have hope for someone.
I have plenty to keep me busy, Olivia said. Friends, work. You know I want to be named Design Supervisor.
Jeanie narrowed her brown eyes. Are you sure youre not just saying that because youre gun-shy?
Im sure. Getting promoted had been Olivias real New Years resolution. When shed been younger, shed made up for romantic failures by excelling in school. Now, shed apply the extra energy to her job until she could figure out how to improve her luck with men.
Because Id hate to see you cheat yourself out of The One just because of Sean, Jeanie continued. Albert has an older brother, and Id be happy to set you up. He really likes exotic-looking women.
Suppressing startled laughter, Olivia leaned back in her chair. Exotic?
Well, youre so tall, and you have all that long black hair. Gives you a mysterious aura.
Ah. As far as she could tell, the only mystery in her life was her track record of bad relationship decisions. She was an otherwise competent woman. Thanks anyway, Jeanie. If hes Alberts brother, Im sure hes wonderful, but Im putting romance on the back burner for a while.
But
Maybe we can discuss this later. Olivia glanced down at the proofs for next months catalog on her cluttered desk. I have a ton of work.
With a nod and one last sympathetic glance, Jeanie scampered out of the office. The smaller woman often made Olivia feel like an Amazon; today Jeanie left her feeling old and cynical, too. Hard to believe only four years separated her from the twenty-two-year-old receptionist.
Pushing away thoughts of her co-worker, Olivia told herself to focus. She really did have a lot to do. Mondays were always jam-packed, full of new tasks as well as remaining errands that hadnt been quite finished the week before.
The piles on her desk were organized by Can put off, Must finish or I cant go home today, and So long overdue I dont even remember what needed to be done with it. And those stacks threatened to grow even larger with the companys expansion. Sweet Nothings, an Atlanta-based lingerie catalog had started as a strictly mail-order business, but with increased presence at fashion shows and a tremendously successful Web site, preparations were being made to open brick-and-mortar stores.
To increase buzz, corporate management had asked Olivias boss, Steve Reynolds, to bring in a second full-time photographer and begin planning the first ever Sweet Nothings calendar. Until now, their on-staff photographer, Fred, had handled the workload with the help of some freelancers, but Sweet Nothings was evolving every day. Olivia just hoped an upcoming promotion to Design Supervisor would be part of that evolution.
Seeking inspiration for all that remained to be done for the current issue, she thumbed through the catalog that had come out in December. She stopped on a glossy page featuring their most popular model, blond statuesque Stormy, in a lacy negligee.
Looking for something more effective than mistletoe this holiday season? Try surprising him in our burgundy silk The text went on to detail make, fit and care of the garment, but all any man would care about was the fastest way to get the woman out of it.
Reminding herself that many women bought lingerie for the express purpose of having it removed, she told herself not to be bitter. Her bad mood was ironic since, as a teenager in what her mother had injudiciously dubbed the ugly duckling period, Olivia would have thought a single date with a gorgeous worldly man like Sean would translate to infinite bliss. Ha. She wasnt sure theyd achieved bliss, but whatever theyd shared, it had definitely been finite.
Next time she met a man who seemed too good to be true, she should keep in mind he probably was. Youre too easily seduced. Not in the literal sense, but seduced by the romantic fantasies shed built up during her wallflower years.
Prior to high school, Olivia had been taller than all but a few boys in her class, and had outweighed many of them. It wasnt until college, when shed taken every athletic elective her marketing degree allowed and walked several miles a day just to get around campus, that the last of her baby fat had really melted away. By graduation, the only area of her body she hadnt been able to slenderize was her chest, but men didnt seem to mind.
Since nothing could be done about her height, she tried to use it to her advantage, projecting confidence she didnt always feel, a confidence that was at first bolstered by a dramatic increase in dates. It had been exciting to go to clubs on the arms of attractive men and, though the feminist in her cringed to admit it, validating. Too bad so many of her boyfriends had turned out to be jerksSean being the most recent in a parade of romantic mistakes.
The breakup, paired with her ethics-free roommate moving out and leaving Olivia to cover both halves of the rent, made this the perfect time to concentrate on becoming Design Supervisor. The promotion would include a raise and a much-coveted corner office. Shed been assigned more responsibilities lately, including her first supervisory role on an upcoming shoot, and she knew she was being tested. Maybe if she got the promotion, shed dip her toes back into the dating pool, but when she did, shed find someone nice and reliable, not another sexy playboy heavy on charm and light on scruples.
A knock against the open door startled herpeople bucking for advancement shouldnt be caught staring into spaceand she jerked her head up to find a golden Adonis of a man leaning against the doorjamb. His eyes were a clear jewel-tone green, and his face was flawless, with a strong square jaw and chiseled cheekbones. Very tall, he had the kind of broad shoulders that would photograph equally well bare-chested or in a tuxedo shot.
Hardly the first time an incredibly attractive man had appeared in her doorway. Of course, they showed up at 461 when what they really wanted was 416. Story of her life.
Male models should check in with Meg Jansen, she told him. Office 416, on the other side of the elevators.
He arched a dark blond eyebrow in surprise. Male models? I wasnt looking for Meg Jansen. I wanted Olivia he consulted the yellow sticky-note in his hand Lockhart. Is that you?
Y-yes. And you are?
Justin Hawthorne, he introduced himself. Your photographer for the South Carolina shoot.
This paragon of masculine appeal? No, no, no. I believe Fred Elliot is my photographer for our swimwear issue. She and grizzled veteran Fred already had a solid working relationship, had brainstormed locations and concepts often.
Sorry, with Freds sister sick in Cincinnati, they substituted me for Stormys swimsuit shoot. Justin grinned. Try saying that three times fast.
In addition to an obvious sense of humor, he had a great smile. Perfect even white teeth. A half dimple to the left of his mouth.
You are not going to notice his mouth.
Too late.
I wanted to drop by and introduce myself before the meeting this afternoon, he told her. Steve just hired me away from Hilliard High Life, the sporting goods line for the ski-lodge and country-club set.
She nodded to indicate familiarity with Hilliards catalog, but shed only partially heard everything after hired. Shed assumed Justin was one of the freelancers, not realizing Steve had made a final decision.
Dont worry, Justin added. Ive got plenty of experience, so youll be in good hands.
The thought of being in his experienced hands made her mouth go dry. Umright, okay.
He glanced past her shoulder at the bold painting that hung behind her desk. Interesting.
She followed his gaze. Her original Kallie Carmichael had been a gift to herself when shed received her very first promotion at Sweet Nothings, graduating from copywriter to the layout team. The obscure artists use of bright colors and odd abstract visuals drew mixed reactions. Olivia wondered if Justin, as Sean first had, would pretend to like it in order to impress her.
What do you think? she asked.
Im not wild about it.
Well, if he hadnt appreciated Kallies brilliant work, at least hed been honest.
I much prefer Ms. Carmichaels later pieces, he added. Particularly the series in green she called Rebirth.
She blinked. You know who Kallie Carmichael is?
His grin widened. Did you think you were her only fan?
What she thought was that Justin Hawthorne had one of the best smiles shed ever seen.
When she couldnt form an immediate answer, he nodded a quick goodbye. See you at this afternoons meeting.