When the doors opened on the fifth floor at his offices, he looked at her.
She looked right back.
Lets go, he said.
I dont think so.
He pinched the bridge of his nose as if she was giving him a headache.
Because as he deserved it, she had no sympathy whatsoever.
Why not? he asked.
Because you dont want me to work for you.
I do so.
She laughed.
Okay, he said. So I didnt at first.
Really. She crossed her arms, too. What changed your mind?
Look, Im a little off in the mornings.
Youre kidding.
He inhaled deeply as if he needed a cleansing breath, then grabbed her arm again and propelled her off the elevator. He opened the double glass doors for her. Once again they stood in front of the large wooden reception desk.
Why dont we start with this? She tossed her purse down. Tell me what your problem is.
Im not sure. Seeing you threw me off. Closing the distance between them, he reached out and wrapped his fingers around the pom-pom dangling off the zipper of her sweater, which shed zipped up to her neck against the morning chill.
He tugged.
Hey! She reached up, but it was too late, hed unzipped her soft, cream-colored sweater all the way down and peeled it open. He stared down at the pale-peach shell she wore beneath. Not at the blouse, but at her exposed neck and throat, which was even more colorful today than it had been Saturday. Dark blue and purple mottled her skin.
Lightly, with a gentle touch, he settled his hand over her throat, his fingers wide. The slightly rough tips glided over her skin. In perfect contrast to the tender touch, his eyes were hot and hard with fury. Did you see a doctor?
Im okay.
Tess-
For some reason, the way he touched her as if she were a fragile piece of china made her eyes burn when she didnt want to feel anything for this man, especially not this crazy, inexplicable relief at being with the one person who understood what hell the weekend had held. She stepped back. Dont. Dont you dare go all sweet on me now.
He pushed the sweater off her shoulders and down her arms. When it had fallen to the floor, he lifted her wrist and looked at the bruising there as well.
From her purse on the reception desk, her cell phone rang. With her free hand she reached for it and looked at the display. Its Eddie.
Reilly grabbed it from her and clicked it on. What do you want now? He frowned as he listened. Just relax, Im giving her the job. But after this week, Im switching to another temp agency. Someone who doesnt interfere with his clients lives. He turned off the phone and tossed it back into her bag, then brought her other wrist up.
Dont answer my phone again, she said, trying to sound strong when his touch made her weak. Its rude.
Yes, maam, he said meekly, playing at being a beta guy for a second. As if there was anything beta about him. His thumb swiped lightly over her skin. Can you move it without pain?
Its not broken.
Thats not what I asked you.
Reilly- With him touching her, her thoughts had scattered. She couldnt even muster up a good outrage. She liked his hands on her.
Just as she had before.
Her legs felt a little shaky and her stomach quivered. It startled her to realize she didnt really have any control over her bodys response to him. I really think I should go.
Are you good at bookkeeping?
Im great at bookkeeping, but-
Then stay.
I-
Stay, he repeated. He picked up her sweater and hung it on the standing coatrack by the doors. Come on.
Where to?
He let out a breath that was nearly, but not quite, a laugh. Not to a servants room with nothing but a cot and not through an attic access-way either. Dont worry, Tess, today will be a cakewalk compared to what weve already done together.
What theyd already done together.
That hung in the air for a moment and, given the way he looked at her from those depthless eyes, he was thinking about it, too.
Then he turned away to show her around. She put those memories out of her mind, thinking she had four long days here to work and it would be nothing but that. Work.
Absolutely, nothing more.
8
REILLY HAD A STAFF ROOM and three offices: one for his office manager, one for the temps he hired and the farthest one for himself. He let Tessa into the temps office and tried to ignore the little voice in his head, the one that was berating him for caving in and keeping her there.
Tessa sat at the desk and looked at the computer, which he leaned over her to boot up. Just as he did, his office manager poked her head into the office, having clearly just arrived because she held a steaming Starbucks coffee cup and still wore her sweater.
Youre late, he said, watching the computer screen and not noticing that Tessas hair smelled like something he wanted to bury his nose in.
Much.
How was it the little pixie of a woman with her long hair and mossy eyes that flashed her every thought could make him yearn so damn much he ached?
He hated to ache.
If Im late, Cheri said, casually sipping from her cup. Its your own fault.
Thats right, Reilly agreed. Because everything is my fault.
Eddie called. Cheri gave him a long, undecipherable look. Said to make sure you dont take out your mood on anyone. Anyone being your temp today. She smiled at Tessa. Hello, there. Has he taken his mood out on you?
No, Reilly said. Damn, he was going to have to introduce them. Tessa, this is Cheri. Shes my office manager-
Ha.
Reilly sighed. What, now youre not my office manager?
Cheri just looked at him.
She also thinks she runs my life, he added in an aside to Tessa.
Well, if you ran it better, then I wouldnt have to interfere, said Cheri, calmly sipping her coffee.
In any case, he felt compelled to admit to Tessa, she does happen to know her stuff and shell be showing you what to do around here.
And? Cheri asked sweetly.
Andlunch is at twelve?
And?
He stared at her. No, he wasnt going to do this, he wasnt going to tell Tessa-
What hes trying to get to, Cheri said. Is the fact that Im also his mother. He often forgets to mention that.
Reilly closed his eyes. Opened them.
And found Tessa studying him with unabashed curiosity. I dont know why, she said to Cheri, but I didnt imagine he had a mother.
I know, said his mother, smiling serenely. Hes quite annoying and stubborn, isnt he? I have to say, he didnt get either of those traits from me.
Im just misunderstood, Reilly said and Cheri laughed and hugged him.
Tessa remained mute but it wasnt, he was sure, out of loyalty to him. Not after how hed treated her this morning, but honest to God, all he wanted was to just move on from what had happened Friday night.
He couldnt, however, not with her needing this job because of money. Four long days.
He was really getting tired of his father with his interfering ways, this belief that life was all about fun and laughter-often at his own sons expense.
Tessa was still watching him with those eyes. And then there were the bruises on her delicate throat. They were killing him.
So, fine. She was going to be in his hair for a few days. At least she smelled good.
If only he didnt remember that she tasted even better.
SOMEHOW REILLY MANAGED to put Tess out of his head and bury himself in work. Thankfully hed picked an occupation he was well-suited to and was good at. Numbers didnt argue, numbers didnt manipulate. Numbers just let him be.
Overall, he supposed, things went well. They all stayed busy and Tessa actually did know her way around an accounting ledger.
At the end of the day, she appeared in the doorway of his office, her eyes shining, her mouth curved in a smile as she held out a stack of files hed asked Cheri for.
He couldnt help but notice that she had been enjoying herself since hed convinced her to stay. But he had a feeling she always enjoyed herself, enjoyed life. Damned if that wasnt unexpectedly attractive.
I brought the Sarkins files up to date, all the way through to the general ledger, she said. And Cheri and I together handled the Anderson account as well. She started to go, then stopped. Oh, and your fathers on line two.
He picked up the phone. After what youve pulled, he said to Eddie. I am not going out with you and a pack of women to the game tonight.
Eddies long-suffering sigh sounded in his ear. I told you, no pack of women. Just a couple. And thats not why I called.
You want me to thank you for the old, grumpy office help?
Thats no way to talk about your own mother.
You know damn well Im referring to Tessa.
Whos not old and grumpy.
Reilly drew in a deep breath and looked at Tess, who was still standing there. Which is my point.
Shes good, isnt she?
You know she is. Look, I dont know what youre up to, but-
Son, Id love to stick around and listen to you sound like an ass, but I have a bigger problem than even you at the moment.
What are you talking about?
The burglaryyou remember the four guys the police hauled in?
Yes, he was fairly certain he remembered.
Well, apparently a few of them have prior records and when the cops held those up, dangling some sort of deal, they squealed like the three little pigs. They said the whole thing was set up by someone I knew. It turns out shes
Reilly waited impatiently. Shes what?
Eddie sighed and said, An ex of mine.
An ex. Shocking. Do they have any idea which one of the thousands it might be?
There werent thousands. Hundreds maybe, but-
Get to the point, Eddie.
It was Sheila Vanetti. Your mother always refers to her as the crazy one and it turns out, shes right.
Where is she now?
Missing, funny enough, and the police havent been able to track her down. And they thinkwell, this is embarrassing, to tell you the truth.
They think what?
That shes trying to scare me, Eddie said laughing. Funny, right?
Oh, yeah, Reilly said. A laugh riot.
They even think I need protection. Can you imagine such a thing? Me being stalked? How hysterical is that?
Hysterical. Christ. Did you hire a bodyguard?
His mother appeared in the doorway. Shed always had a sort of sixth sense when it came to Eddie and, sure enough, she wore her worried frown.
I thought, Eddie said, that given your last occupation, you could handle it for me.
Ill be right over.
Thanks, son.
When hed hung up, Tessa said, Is everything okay?
He rubbed his eyes. Not really.
What is it, Reilly? This from Cheri, who looked far more worried than an ex should look. But he told them everything and, when he was finished, both of them watched him with that look that said they believed he could do anything.