HER BOSS'S PRIVATE AFFAIR BY EMILY MCKAY CHAPTER 1 "Don t look now, but you re being watched," Macy

Cartwright whispered conspiratorial ly. Rosa Cardona had sensed Caleb watching her the moment she walked into the party. This was more than mere overactive intuition. These days, he was always watchin g her. She schooled her features and took a sip of wine before risking a glance over he r shoulder. On the other side of the sprawling conference room, Caleb stood talk ing to a board member and to Tessa Bing from the legal department. From this dis tance, Rosa couldn t hear them. The party was in full swing, everyone in the mood to celebrate the release of their new chronic lymphoma drug. The catering staff carried trays of champagne and appetizers through the crowd of boisterous employ ees. Someone had plugged their iPod into the room s speakers and Coldplay rumbled behind the chatter. Despite the festive chaos of the room, her attention narrowed in on one man. Cal eb Alexander was neither particularly tall nor particularly handsome. He was a l ittle shy of six feet and wore his blond hair too long to be fashionable and too careless to be chic. The scar that ran from his temple to his cheekbone was his most identifying feature. The scar seemed a physical representation of his pers onal intensity. Everything about him, from the quiet strength of his presence to the attention h e commanded, declared he was a man to be reckoned with. More to the point, he wa s her boss. He leveled his inscrutable gaze at her, as if he enjoyed making her squirm. Rosa straightened her shoulders, refusing to be bullied, even if he did hold her career in his hands. To Macy, she said, "He doesn t scare me." Macy snorted her laughter past a bite of bruschetta. "Then I m pretty sure you re th e only one. Maybe it s just because you haven t had the chance to meet him yet." "He was out of town when I interviewed." She and Macy had gone to college togeth er. When Rosa had decided to change jobs, it was Macy who had gotten her the int erview at Alexander Enterprises. "But I met him on my first day. And I ve seen him around a few times." Macy seemed to be waiting for her to say more. Since she c ouldn t tell her friend what she really thought of Caleb, Rosa took another sip of her wine and feigned a bored sigh. "He seems pigheaded and domineering." Macy chuckled. "Most brilliant men are. But I think he prefers the terms determi ned and assertive." "They always do," she murmured drily. "That s right," Macy said. "Your older brother is like that, too, isn t he?" "Ford is my half brother." She and Ford had grown up in separate households. The ir father had a wife and family in one town, a mistress and daughters in the nex t. He d played them all for fools. At his death, Ford had done what he could to we ave the two broken families into one whole. She admired his determination, but k new his wounds went as deep as her own. Trying to make up for their father s faili ngs, Ford was the consummate older brother, wanting to take care of everyone witho ut letting anyone close enough to hurt him. Her issues were a bit more cut and dried . She never wanted to make her mother s mistakes. She wanted to stand on her own t

wo feet and make her own way, thank you very much. "But you re right," she continued. "Ford and Mr. Alexander are cut from the same c loth. They get what they want, no matter who stands in their way." "You make him sound unreasonable." "Not unreasonable. Just convinced he knows what s best." Macy looked across the room. "Well, there s one way they re different. Isn t your brot her ridiculously handsome?" Rosa followed Macy s gaze. "You don t think Caleb is?" "Goodness, no. He s so so " She shrugged, clearly incapable of coming up with an accur ate adjective. "Wait a second. You re calling him Caleb now?" "I " Momentarily flummoxed, Rosa could only sputter. Caleb? How had she made that slipup? Until now she d been so careful. "I Isn t that what everyone calls him?" "No. Pretty much everyone calls him Mr. Alexander. Except his closest friends an d even they call him Alexander." Her heart thudded, making her feel like a butterfly caught in a net. But before she choked out the lie she d been concocting, Macy s eyes went wide. "Hello, ladies." A deep voice rumbled near her ear. Caleb. Naturally. Macy automatically shifted to make room for him to stand between them. He was dr essed in his customary jeans and dress shirt. As always, he radiated that streng th of personality that had led Macy to describe him merely as so The three of them chatted for a few minutes about the release before Macy excuse d herself. With her lips pressed into a scowl, Rosa watched her friend abandon her. "Coward ," she muttered under her breath. Caleb sent her an odd look. "Did you just call her a coward?" Rosa slanted her gaze to him. "No. Of course not. I would never accuse her of co wardice." Caleb s lips twitched. "Are you laughing at me?" "Why do you sound so surprised?" The intensity of his gaze sent jittery heat spiraling through her body, making i t impossible to stand still beside him. As she wended her way through the crowd, he fell into step beside her. "You don t think I have a sense of humor?" "No. It seems far more likely that this " she gestured toward his mouth " isn t laught er at all, but some sort of muscle spasm." This time his lips curved into what was definitely a smile, but there was no hum or to it at all. No, there was a wolfish hunger behind it instead. As if she sho uld be clutching her red hooded cloak and hurrying off to Grandma s house. It was al l too believable that Caleb might tempt a woman from her path, only to devour he

r whole in the darkness of the woods. He forced his smile wider. "How about this? Better?" My, what big teeth you have. Aloud she said, "Very reassuring. People must think I m over here telling you knoc k knock jokes." For a second something flashed in his eyes that might have been real humor, but it vanished, only to be replaced by something dark and heated. Another one of th ose uncontrollable shivers went down her spine. What was it about this man that stirred such a reaction in her? He was the oppos ite of what she wanted. After her upbringing, she wanted to be with a man who wa s open and honest. Someone without the power to crush her career would be nice, too. And why was she even thinking about this now, when she should be focusing on mak ing a good impression in her crucial first month on the job? The last thing she needed was for someone to see her flirting with the boss. Or drooling over him. Or trembling at his touch. Not that he had touched her. Oh, no. He d been very car eful not to do that. Thank God. Because if he had, she may very well have collapsed into a quivering mass of Jell O. Unfortunately, before she could excuse herself, he said, "Since I have you here, something s come across my desk I d like to get your opinion on." She blew out the breath she d been holding. Work. Yes, they should absolutely talk about work. "Fire away." His eyes once again lit with that avaricious hunger and he nodded toward the con ference room door. "Right this way then." "Ah, you want to talk in your office." "It s a little too noisy in here to concentrate on business. We wouldn t want to ove rlook something." Logic told her she should protest. Despite the noise, they could talk business h ere. But logic couldn t compete with the way her blood was suddenly thrumming in h er veins. His office was one floor up. They d be alone. An idea that made her feel suddenly light headed. Their colleagues were busy enjoying the celebration; no one would miss them. Any one who did would think nothing of him leaving the party to discuss work. "Certainly," she found herself agreeing. His hand moved to hover just above the small of her back as he guided her from the room. He hadn t even touched her, yet her every nerve prickled. Though it couldn t have lasted more than sixty seconds, the ride up to the executi ve offices on the sixteenth floor seemed interminable. The walk down the hall to his office even longer. But the instant the door closed behind them and they we re alone, he pressed her against the solid oak of the door and plastered his bod y against hers. CHAPTER 2

"You couldn t get away any sooner?" Rosa gasped out the words the moment Caleb wrenched his mouth from hers. She tas ted of red wine, desire and impatience. Of hunger so deep her question barely re gistered. "No," he muttered, trailing his mouth to the tender skin of her throat. "Thompso n wouldn t stop talking about our third quarter numbers." One floor below his office, the crowd still celebrated. Caleb could hear the ste ady thump thump of the music s bass, echoing the desire thudding through his veins. He shouldn t want her like this, but that didn t lessen his need. Rosa was an employee. She d been with his company for just over a month. Maybe it was wrong for him to sleep with an employee because he had all the power in the relationship. But he couldn t imagine anyone taking advantage of Rosa. And no matt er what his ethics told him, he simply didn t have the strength to resist her. The buttons of her jacket gave way to his fingers and she shrugged out of it. Be neath her jacket she wore a skimpy camisole. And no bra. The straps slipped down her arm, allowing him to nudge the fabric aside and free one of her breasts. He r body was willowy, slender without being petite, and her breasts matched it. Th ey were neither too small nor too large, but fit perfectly into his hands. But i t wasn t enough. He wanted more. She gasped as he took her nipple into his mouth. Her head was thrown back, her i nky hair spilling over her shoulders, her dark eyes drifting closed. After only six weeks, he knew her expressions well enough to know how aroused she was. He ran a hand up her leg, making her squirm. She wiggled, tugging her skirt to h er hips and granting him access to the silken fabric of her panties. He yanked t hem down and then delved into the folds of her flesh. She was already damp with need, quivering at his touch. The feel of her, the scent of her, spiked his desi re. He reached for his belt, but her hands were already there. She slid his zipper d own and a moment later cupped his penis in her hand. He stilled as his breath ca ught and her touch sent a shudder through his body. A few minutes later, he was sheathed inside of her, their bodies moving against each other in rhythmic passi on. He was lost to her touch. As she was to his. "Do you think anyone missed us?" Her voice sounded gravelly to her own ears, thi ck with recently sated desire. She lay beside Caleb on the floor of his office, nearly naked, her clothes scatt ered around her. Her very blood felt sluggish and lazy, so it was all she could do to roll over and drape herself on his chest. "God, I hope not." His voice rumbled through his chest and she felt the words forming inside of him even as his breath brushed against the top of her head. It was a very intimate experience, listening to someone talk while laying half on top of him. This kind of physical closeness was new to her. It thrilled her as much as it terrified. But she couldn t let herself think about that now. "I should be very angry with you," she muttered.

His hand moved in lazy circles up and down her arm. "Why?" "Because this was supposed to be a quickie. I shouldn t have been away from the pa rty this long." Though only an hour had passed, she couldn t possibly go back now. After a quickie in his office, she might have been able to repair her appearance . But not now. Her hair, which took so long to straighten every morning, was helplessly mussed. Her clothes were wrinkled beyond repair. And worst of all, the last time he d mad e her come, she d cried. Actual tears. She d managed to hide them from Caleb, but he r emotions had ruined her makeup. Anyone who saw her leaving his office now woul d know exactly what they d been doing. That would be disastrous. She didn t even allow herself to consider the tears she d cried and what they might mean. She wasn t a crier. She hadn t cried when her childhood cat, Momo, died last s ummer. Why would she cry now? Suddenly uncomfortable, she pressed her palm to Caleb s chest and pushed herself t o a seated position. Her muscles protested at having to move again after being t urned into Jell O, but she ignored them as she looked for her clothes. "Don t go," Caleb said from behind her. "I have to. We can t sleep on the floor." "That s not what I meant." She stilled in the process of picking up her camisole. She d known what he d meant. Pushing her arms through the straps, she said, "You ve never asked me to stay befo re." "You made the terms of our arrangement clear from the beginning." Yes, she certainly had. Now, as she stepped into her skirt, she glanced over her shoulder. He d scooted to rest his back against the front of the sofa. One leg was bent at the knee, his arm resting on it. There were no lights on in the room, but the last remnants of sunlight filtered through the reflective windows casting interesting shadows ac ross his face and naked chest. The scar that slashed across his cheek seemed to shine white against the golden tan of his skin, making him look dangerous. Like one of the pirates from the romance novels she d read as a teenager. Back when she believed in true love and happily ever afters. "This is how it has to be." Something unfamiliar and needy tightened in her ches t, but she pushed it aside as efficiently as she tugged up the zipper of her ski rt. "If I d known who you were I never would have gotten involved with you." "So you ve said. Numerous times." She focused on dressing, on creating some semblance of respectability, but she c ould hear his exasperation. Their relationship had been a fluke from the beginning. An accident of nature. O n the way to her interview with Alexander Enterprises, she d gotten stranded at th e Chicago airport. She d met Caleb at a restaurant where they d shared a table. She d been drawn to him from the moment she d introduced herself and begged for one of t

he few empty seats in the overcrowded terminal. Excited by the prospect of launching a new life, she d felt reckless and free. An affair with a handsome stranger was a temptation she simply hadn t been able to re sist. It was unlike anything she d ever done in her well structured life. But she hadn t reg retted it. Until her first day at Alexander Enterprises when she met her new bos s for the first time. Now, she shoved her right foot into her shoe, but then couldn t find the left. No matter where she looked it wasn t there. Twitchy with frustration, she dropped to her knees to look under his desk. "I can t be involved with my boss," she said, partly to herself. "If anyone finds out we re sleeping together, my career here will be over." "Your career here will be over only when I say it s over." "You don t understand. I just left a job at FMJ where everyone assumed I held my p osition only because my half brother was the CEO." No shoe under the table. She crawled the few steps to the sofa and crouched lower to peer underneath. "If peo ple learn we re lovers, it ll be the same thing all over again." "No one will treat you with disrespect. I ll make sure of that." "No one would be openly disrespectful. But I d still get a reputation for sleeping my way to the top." Still, no shoe. What was she supposed to do, leave the buil ding barefoot? It was bad enough her hair was a mess and her makeup streaked. Sh e d never be able to explain away missing clothes. She was supposed to be master o f her own destiny. She refused to be brought down by a single shoe. Rocking back on her heels, she rubbed her fingertips across the tension knotting her forehea d. "Looking for this?" She looked up to see Caleb, now dressed in only his pants, holding her shoe in h is hand. "Yes. Thank you." But her tone didn t hide the strain she felt. She stood to take the shoe. "I should be more careful, or we ll never keep this a secret." But when she reached for the shoe, he pulled it back, instead holding out someth ing in his other hand. "What if I m done keeping this a secret?" Her gaze dropped from his eyes to the tiny box he held in his hands. It was a je welry box. The kind wedding rings came in. CHAPTER 3 Caleb watched as an expression of panic crossed Rosa s face. Yet she seemed unable to take her eyes off the jewelry box he held. She inched forward, the way one w ould approach a rattlesnake. By the time she finally pried open the box, her fin gers were nearly trembling. For a second she stared at the contents with confusi on. "Earrings," she said with a sigh. Only then did he realize she might have expected something else. Like an engagem ent ring. Funny how the thought of offering her one of those didn t make him feel nervous at all. But the sheer relief on her face meant only one thing. The thoug

ht did make her nervous. She thrust the earrings toward him and grabbed her shoe from him. "I can t accept these." "Why not?" he asked, refusing to take back the box. Standing on one foot, she slipped her foot into her shoe. "That s just not the kin d of relationship we have." "I want a different kind of relationship with you." He d been Rosa s lover for more than a month now. She d insisted they keep their affai r a secret because he was her boss, but he was done playing games. He was tired of sneaking around and hiding how he felt. He wanted more. "It s time to decide what you really want." He studied her expression, taking in t he way her eyes widened a little, before her expression became shuttered. She wa s so damned closed off. "Obviously what I want has nothing to do with this." She retrieved her suit jack et from where it had fallen by his office door and slipped into it with brusque efficiency. It was hard to believe mere minutes ago she d been lying draped over his chest, ex hausted from making love to him not just once, but twice within the past hour. I t had always been like that between them: fast and passionate, nearly uncontroll able. "This relationship has been all about what you want. You ve been so worried about people finding out we re together. But I don t care what other people think." "Of course you don t care. You built one of the most successful biotech companies in the country out of nothing but hard work and sheer determination. No one can accuse you of sleeping your way to the top." He leveled his gaze at her. "I can personally guarantee that no one will accuse you of that either." She rolled her eyes. "Yeah. That ll be subtle." He quirked an eyebrow. "Subtlety has never been my strong suit." Her gaze drifted over his naked chest as if measuring the strength of his will b ased on the bulk of his body. "No," she agreed. "No one would ever accuse you of that either." Then she sighed. "I m not trying to be difficult, but try to see it from my point of view. This is the first job I ve had where I didn t work for my br other. And, sure, it s nice having pull with the boss, but most of the time it cre ates more problems than it solves. Everyone assumes you re skating by on something other than your own hard work." "You did a great job at FMJ. Alexander Enterprises never would have hired you if you hadn t." "Exactly. I worked my ass off at FMJ. And no one in management that I wasn t doing my job. But I was never as effective as I en you work in human resources, people have to think you re on ationship they think you have with the uppity ups only gets in so much as hinted could have been. Wh their side. Any rel the way."

As much as he loved this willful streak of hers, man, it was getting in his way

now. He could read her thoughts as easily as if some cartoonist had drawn though t bubbles over her head. The jewelry he d given her had freaked her out. Not because she d wanted it to be a ring and it wasn t. But because for a moment there, she d been afraid that it was a ring. Which meant the thought of committing to him frightened her. And that didn t sit well with him. He d meant the earrings to move their relationshi p forward. Instead, she was digging in her heals, forcing their relationship to a standstill. Whatever deeply personal reason she had for her behavior, she thou ght she could hide it behind this excuse about how an affair with him endangered her credibility. But he wasn t falling for it. If those tactics had worked with the other men she d d ated, no wonder she was still single. He wasn t so easily distracted. And he certa inly hadn t built Alexander Enterprises into a Fortune 500 company by playing it s afe. "Okay," he said. "I see your point. In order for you to do your job, people have to trust you. But if that s true, then hiding our relationship is even more of a mistake. Nothing stays hidden forever. Sooner or later, someone is going to find out we re involved. And when they do, it s only going to be worse. The smart thing to do would be to come clean now and tell everyone we re involved." He watched her carefully, her expression all but unreadable. Odd how he recogniz ed every twitch of desire that crossed her face, but couldn t begin to guess what she was thinking now. Until her expression settled into one of steely resolve. "No. I can t do that. This isn t just my job at stake it s my independence. If I lost " Sh e shook her head, but said no more. Only the faintest sheen of tears in her eyes told him her answer had hurt her as much as it did him. At least he knew where they stood. She didn t trust him. She wanted her independence because she believed their relationship had an expiratio n date. She was just waiting around for their affair to end. He d gambled everything. And he d lost. CHAPTER 4 Rosa fled from Caleb s office. Only when she reached the safety of her car did she realize she still clutched the jewelry box from Caleb. She thrust it into her p urse, refusing to think about the earrings. All weekend long she waffled between her desire to call him and her even greater desire to simply keep her head down and pretend her love life hadn t morphed into a ticking time bomb. One that wasn t just about to blow up in her face. Sooner or later, bombs tended to go ka boom. When this one blew, it just might take her car eer with it. It was ironic. She d grown up scoffing at her mother s mistakes, swearing that she d n ever make the same ones. Her charming father had swooped into their lives period ically, full of grand gestures and promises he d been unable or unwilling to keep. In his absence, money was tight and moods were grim. There was never enough of him to go around not for his mistress and bastard daughters at any rate. She d sworn she d never let someone else control her life like that. Never put herself at the financial or emotional mercy of a man. And yet here she was. Friday night, Caleb had made it clear that he wanted to bring their relationship

into the light of day. But she couldn t do that. It was bad enough that her body seemed completely in his control. A single touch and she was gone. If other people found out about their affair, her job would b e in jeopardy, too. First her body. Then her job. Thank goodness her heart was still untouched. But for how long? When he d presente d her with that jewelry box, she d felt a spike of pure panic. For one interminabl e moment, she d thought he d been about to propose. Of course, it hadn t been a ring. Merely a bauble meant to keep her distracted. Wh ich should have been reassuring, but somehow wasn t. Plenty of men bought expensive gifts because it was easier than opening up emoti onally. Her father had been like that. Her half brother, Ford, was like that, to o. He treated women like they were birds, distracting them with bright and shiny things. And it even worked with some women. Her sisters, for example, were cont ent with new cars instead of a real relationship with their brother. But it had never sat well with her. Was Caleb the same? Were the expensive earrings merely a gift or were they meant to placate her? By the time Monday morning rolled around, she was no closer to finding the answe rs her heart so desperately wanted. Trying to clear her own thoughts, she stoppe d by the break room to fuel up on caffeine before heading to her office. She d nearly left when she spied Macy s familiar bob, not sure if she had the energy to endure her friend s perkiness. Unfortunately, Macy spotted her before she coul d duck out. Rosa flashed her friend an apologetic smile. "I ve got to warn you I m not up for actu al conversation just yet." "Rough weekend?" "Brutal." Macy held up a hand to stave off an explanation. "Don t worry. No need to tell me more. I know how hypersensitive you are about your privacy." Hypersensitive? Was that really how people saw her? Even her friends? Not that she necessarily wanted the answer to that question on a morning when sh e was already doubting herself. So she forced some perkiness of her own. "I ll be back to myself as soon as I main line some caffeine." "Well," Macy whispered conspiratorially, "if it s a pick me up you need, I ve got someth ing even better than espresso." "I can hardly wait." Macy either completely missed Rosa s sarcasm or merely chose to ignore it. "Early this morning, our fearless leader sent out an e mail about a change in the company s interoffice dating policy." Macy leaned closer. "Can I assume this has t o do with you?"

Confusion clutched her. "The interoffice dating policy? What could that possibly have to do with me? I mean " She choked off the last of her words, all too aware that she sounded panicky and defensive. To hide her attack of nerves, she busied herself fixing her coffee. But no amount of coffee stirring could quiet her racing thoughts. Dear lord, had someone found out about her and Caleb? Was it such common knowledge that Caleb was sending out policy changing e mails? Macy blinked, clearly taken aback. "I just assumed that, as head of human resour ces, you convinced Mr. Alexander that changing the strict no employee dating policy would make for happier employees." Speculation lit Macy s eyes. "But if you didn t h ave anything to do with it, then maybe someone else did " Macy let her words trail off suggestively. Rosa felt her anxiety ratchet up another notch. Clutching her mug in both hands, she headed for the door, hoping to shorten the conversation. "What do you mean? " "I mean, maybe he s got something else motivating his sudden change of heart. Or s hould I say, someone else." Macy halted and placed a hand on Rosa s arm before loo king pointedly over Rosa s shoulder to the bay of offices along the north wall. "S omeone like Tessa Bing." "Tessa Bing?" Rosa felt her emotions yo yo from anxiety back to confusion. "Sure. Didn t you notice how long they talked at the party the other night?" In fact, Rosa had not noticed. It hadn t ever occurred to her that she d need to kee p tabs on who Caleb was talking to. He hadn t struck her as the kind of man who d ch eat. Had she been wrong? Of course they weren t in a real relationship so perhaps he d taken liberties with the freedom she d given him. "He doesn t seem the type," she muttered aloud. "To sleep with an employee? I know. But rumor has it he s dipping his pen somewher e in the company well, and my money s on Tessa. And I ve certainly noticed how appro achable he s been lately. Apparently they dated years ago when the company was jus t starting up. Besides, look at her. She s gorgeous." Tessa Bing was gorgeous, like Heidi Klum with a law degree. How had Rosa missed the easy camaraderie Tessa and Caleb shared? And, now that she thought about it, had she seen him laugh the other night at something Tessa had said? He certainl y never laughed with her. To make matters worse, Tessa had been at the company forever and was universally loved. Even Rosa couldn t come up with anything bad to say about her. And just no w, she was really searching for reasons to hate her. Logical reasons, that was. Macy leaned closer. "I bet he s bringing her to the big Foundation for Life fundra iser this weekend. Wouldn t she make the perfect Mrs. Alexander?" "Yes. She would." Inexplicably, Rosa found herself swallowing back tears. She mumbled something ab out a teleconference and fled to the safety of her office. Frankly, she didn t know what was worse: finding out everyone in the office was go ssiping about Caleb and some mystery woman. Or finding out the mystery woman was

n t her. CHAPTER 5 Caleb wasn t a man to hedge his bets. You either faced your problems head on or you risked losing. That approach had never failed him in business. It wouldn t fail hi m with Rosa either. The problem was simple. He was ready to take their relationship to the next leve l. She wasn t ready to commit yet. She claimed gossip at work would impair her ability to do her job, but he knew t he truth. She was afraid. Her natural caution was making her second guess her feel ings. He d never been in a relationship that moved this fast before either. But then, he d never felt this way about another woman. This bone deep certainty that she was th e one woman in the world for him. That she belonged to him. His total conviction spurred him to action. By sending out the e mail, he d issued a challenge she wouldn t be able to ignore. So he wasn t surprised when his secretary notified him that Rosa had requested a meeting. What did surprise him was the c ool indifference of her attitude when she entered his office. She held her laptop in front of her chest like a shield. But instead of launchin g into the diatribe he expected, she immediately began discussing a complete rew rite of the employee handbook. He let her get a few sentences in before stopping her. "I trust you to handle th at on your own. I d assumed you scheduled this appointment to discuss something mo re personal." "Oh, really?" She kept her expression perfectly blank. As if his assumptions wer e of no interest to her. As if she hadn t been naked in his arms on the very floor of this office only a few days before. "Why would you think that?" He rose from his chair and rounded his desk to stand before the wingback chair w here she sat, stiff and unwelcoming. He refused to dignify her feigned disintere st with a response. After a long minute, she finally met his gaze, keeping her own steely and cool. After another few beats of silence, she began to fidget. Then, abruptly, passion lit her eyes. Albeit passionate anger, but at least he could read some emotion in her face. "So now I m supposed to schedule romantic rendezvous with your secretary?" Her indignation amused him, even as his body responded automatically to the impl ication of her words. "That s not what I meant by more personal." She stiffened. "Then I don t know what you mean." "I thought you d have an opinion about the memo I sent out revising the company s da ting policy." It took her a moment to school her features. "As head of human resources, I cert ainly wish you d conferred with me before making such a sweeping change to company policy. But given the rumors, it sounds like you had good reason to act fast." "There are rumors already?" He knew in an office of this size, rumors would be i nevitable. After all, he was counting on the rumors to push her toward a decisio

n. "Yes, there are quite a few of them buzzing around the office." Her mouth, which was normally so wide and smiling, pinched into a sour frown. "The most interest ing one involves you dating Tessa Bing." "Tessa Bing?" He nearly laughed out loud. Until he noticed her fierce scowl. She gave a tight little nod. "Most people are basing it on how much time you spe nt talking to her at the party on Friday evening." "Don t tell me you believe these rumors." "You re not denying them." He felt a fissure of anger crack through his reserve. "I spent time talking to T essa because you insisted I not spend the evening with you." For an instant there was doubt in her eyes. Then it vanished. "Bob Jonas in R & D mentioned seeing you together at brunch on Sunday." That tiny fissure of anger began to widen, zigzagging across his emotions. "Tess a and I are old friends. Our mothers went to Brown together. I ve never made a sec ret of that. And, yes, she and I meet for brunch occasionally. With our families . Did Bob Jonas from R & D happen to mention that?" He expected her expression to at least soften. He waited for the flood of relief . Instead she crossed her arms over her chest, her chin jutting out at a bellige rent angle. "No, he didn t mention that. Probably couldn t get a word in edgewise, what with eve ryone else speculating about what a great couple the two of you made." "You can t seriously believe that I d date Tessa." "Why not? We never agreed to be exclusive." "It was implied," he bit out. "You think I m the kind of man to date two women at once?" "Who am I to say what kind of man you are? Most people think that you ve just been waiting for the policy change to drop down on one knee and propose to her." "I m not sleeping with most people." "Exactly." He straightened, wishing he could take her by the shoulders and shake her soundl y. "You are the one who insisted we keep our affair a secret." She leaped from the chair, her unopened laptop still clutched to her chest. "But you never argued, did you? Because it worked to your advantage." "What exactly do you mean by that?" he asked through gritted teeth. As angry as he was, he half expected her to back down and scurry out the door. I t s what any sane woman would do. Instead she bumped her chin up and glared at him . "As long as our relationship was a secret, you could continue to woo the perfect

Ms. Bing. Whereas if she d known you were sleeping with me, she might not have be en so willing to wait around for you." "I can t believe this," he muttered. He d sent the damn e mail to maneuver her into da ting him publicly. He d thought his high handed techniques might annoy her, but he n ever dreamed she d freak out over something like this. "I m not dating Tessa. If I d e ver had even the slightest interest in her I d have pursued her years ago." Rosa opened her mouth to protest. He didn t give her the chance. "Your father may have been a lying, cheating bastar d, but I m not your father." The second he saw her stricken expression, he wished he d softened his words. Grea t, now he felt like a total ass. But instead of ripping him a new one, like he deserved, she quickly mastered her emotions and glared at him. "Well, I m not my mother either. I refuse to be hidde n away like a dirty secret merely for the sake of convenience." "Trust me, there is nothing convenient about you." "Fine." She hurled the word like an insult, spun her heel and was halfway to the door before he stopped her with a hand on her arm. "If you don t want to be hidden away anymore, that s fine with me. I m more than ready to go public." He didn t know what reaction he expected, but it was certainly som ething other than the complete surprise on her face as she blinked up at him. And if she thought that was a surprise, then she had another think coming, becau se he was about to lay an even bigger one on her. "You want people to know we re together," he began. "Fine. Let s get married." CHAPTER 6 "You want to get married? Are you crazy?" Rosa s voice went all high and squeaky, as if she d been sucker punched. "Hardly the resounding yes I was hoping for," he said wryly. He loomed over her, trapping her between his body and the door. His lips twitche d into what could only be described as a grin. At work he was all single minded determination. He brought that same focus to the bedroom. Being the focus of such intensity brought her nerve rattling pleasure, bu t lately she d found herself wondering if he ever relaxed and let his guard down. So at the sign of his unexpected humor, she could only shake her head in exasper ation. "Now you re laughing? Over this?" "I do have a sense of humor." "Obviously, but if this is any indication, it s not a very good one." Then she was struck by a memory of him throwing back his head and laughing. The sort of full bodied laughter that warmed her soul. It had been that first night, s nowed in at the airport, trapped in the lounge for so long. Before she d known he was Caleb Alexander, her soon to be boss. Before he d realized she was an employee. Be fore she d imposed so many restrictions on them.

Ever since then, their relationship had been winnowed down to this narrow swath of hot sex and strained tension. She d done this. This was how it had to be. Wasn t it? Professional success meant everything to her. She couldn t be like her mother, fin ancially dependent on a man, held hostage by her love life. Trying to focus on that, she forced herself to stand incredibly still, her feet planted firmly on the ground. "Asking me to marry you is probably the least funny joke I ve ever heard. But I don t blame you. This is my fault. I should never have let this get out of hand." "Out of hand?" he asked. He was no longer grinning, but his expression was too e nigmatic for her to read. "Yes." Unable to stand still anymore, she reached for her bag and shoved her lap top into it. "This is my life. My job. My responsibility. Every professional goa l I ve set for myself was within reach. I should never have let myself get distrac ted by great sex." "Is that really how you see this?" She rolled her eyes. Typical guy. "I m trying to have a serious discussion here an d you really want to pause so I can stroke your ego? Yes, the sex is great. You know that." Caleb reached for her arm, snagging her attention with his touch. "Yes, I know t he sex is great." The intensity of his gaze made something deep inside of her co ntract. "That s not what I was talking about. Do you really see this as nothing mo re than a distraction?" She sucked in a deep breath. Between the look in his eyes and the heat of his ha nd on her arm the sheer strength of his personality she had trouble thinking. Forget trying to define their strange and complicated relationship. "What do you want me to say?" Since they d first met, their passion had blazed fas t and strong. Her attraction had overwhelmed all of her common sense. "Being wit h you has distracted me from everything I ve ever wanted." "But is it nothing more than a distraction?" "What more could it be?" And then the truth hit her. "Oh my God. You were seriou s about getting married, weren t you?" "I may have a sense of humor, but I wouldn t joke about that. We re not teenagers an d I m tired of sneaking around. I want a real relationship outside the bedroom, bu t I m tired of jumping through hoops for you. It s time to ante up. The only questio n is what you want." What did she want? The second the question filtered through her mind she knew the answer. She wante d him. She d always wanted him. From the moment they d met. From before that, even. He was the man her heart had dreamed of before she d even known such a man existed. He wa s strong and smart. Confident without being overbearing.

And it terrified her how much she wanted to be with him. Not thirty minutes ago, she imagined he might be dating someone else while sleep ing with her. The very idea had made her shake. It had wrenched her heart right out of her chest. Caleb promised her he wasn t dating Tessa and she believed him. His arguments were perfectly logical. Very rational. What scared her to the very core was how irra tional she d felt before hearing them. How completely vulnerable she d felt. How exp osed. Hadn t she promised herself she d never be that way with a man? Wasn t that why she wa nted financial independence in the first place? So she d never find herself at the mercy of a man s affection? Yet here she was. Financially independent, but emotionally tied into so many kno ts she could barely function. And still his question hung between them. What did she want? To avoid giving a real answer, she said, "We ve only known each other for six week s. How could you possibly be sure I m really the one you want?" "My gut says you re the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I didn t make it this far by being cautious. When it s time to put down money, I go all in. So I m all in. Are you?" CHAPTER 7 Caleb watched Rosa s face, looking for any hint of what was going on in that convo luted brain of hers. Maybe he d raised the stakes too high, but he needed to know now where this was he aded. She was everything he wanted in a wife: beautiful, smart and as dedicated to Alexander Enterprises as he was. Even better, because they d gotten involved be fore she knew who he was, he knew she was interested in the man, not the positio n he held. As an added bonus, the chemistry between them in bed was unlike anyth ing he d ever experienced. In short, she was the perfect woman for him. But he was tired of playing these games. If she didn t feel the same way about him , he wanted to know it now. Almost as soon as he laid his cards on the table, he knew his gamble would pay o ff. He watched the doubts flicker across her face in the furrow of her brow and the downturn of her lips. Then the moment of indecision passed and her expressio n settled into one of absolute certainty. Just when he was ready to pull her into his arms for a celebratory kiss, she sho ok her head. "No," she said. "I can t marry you." Knowing she d absolutely done the right thing should ve provided some sense of satis faction. But for Rosa, it didn t. It did, however, allow her to coast in oblivion for several days. For most of th e week, in fact, she functioned like a semi intelligent human being. She went to w ork. She held conversations and answered e mail. Three times a day she consumed fo od not that she tasted it. Work had become merely about survival. Life, about just getting through the day.

By Friday, the decision that had seemed so completely logical had gnawed through her to sit solidly in her belly like an intestinal worm. She d made a mistake. She had thought that by ending the affair she would regain some control over her emotions. She was wrong. She hadn t taken control of her destiny. She d sabotaged it. Just when she thought things couldn t get any worse, she was digging through her e normous hobo bag, looking for any morsel of chocolate that might up her serotoni n levels above rock bottom, when her fingers latched on to the jewelry box from Caleb. She pulled it out. Friday night when she d fled his office, she d thrust the box int o the murky depths of her purse, desperate to cast aside the earrings and the ti es they represented. Now it seemed silly; foolish, even. The earrings had been nothing. A mere token compared to what he d offered her on Monday. Why had she been so afraid of earring s? For that matter, why had she been so afraid of an engagement? She was still pondering the question, desperately trying to talk herself into pu tting the box back into her purse, when there was a knock on her office door. Ma cy strolled in without waiting for a response. "Did you see " Macy broke off at the sight of Rosa s tears. "Hey, what s wrong?" "Nothing! I just " "You re sitting in your office, clutching a jewelry box and sobbing." Macy glanced back into the bull pen as if to verify no one else had noticed and then closed the door behind her. "That s not nothing!" Rosa pressed her lips together, trying desperately not to blubber like an idiot. But then Macy was there beside her with a tissue in one hand and a sympathetic hug in the other. The dam broke. Twenty minutes of tearful explanation later and Macy knew the whole sordid mess. Rosa s dignity what she had left of it kicked in at the last minute, preventing her from sobbing out the possibility that she may ha ve actually fallen in love with Caleb idiot that she was. Instead of baring her very soul, she blew her nose one last time and straightene d her shoulders, channeling the inner strength of the plucky heroine from countl ess romantic movies. "This is okay. I can get over this, right?" Macy gave her an encouraging nod. "I made a mistake. A very big mistake. People have recovered from far worse, rig ht?" "Sure!" Macy handed her another tissue. Rosa swiped it under her eyes to clean up the worst of the melting eye makeup. " I just need to take a few days to get control of my emotions, so I can comport m yself with dignity." Again Macy nodded her support. "The last thing I want is to burst into tears every time I see him." "Or Tessa."

"Oh, they re not dating," Rosa said quickly. "He explained everything. At least I don t have that to worry about." She glanced toward Macy, expecting the requisite nod. But Macy didn t meet her gaze. "What?" Rosa asked. Macy looked ready to chew a hole through her front lip. "Everyone s talking about it. He s taking her to the Foundation for Life benefit. Tonight." With a sinking feeling, Rosa propelled herself from her seat. She threw open her office door and stared across the bull pen to Tessa s office, opposite her own. Then, as if the whole scene was being choreographed by some evil genius, Tessa w alked out. With Caleb behind her. His hand at the small of her back, just as he used to do with Rosa. Tessa said something and then laughed that infectious laugh of hers. Her head wa s tilted so that her perfect blond hair spilled down her back as she looked up a t Caleb. "That lying, cheating bastard. I hate him," Macy muttered beside Rosa. "I should hate him, right?" But in that moment, Caleb looked from Tessa s upturned face across the room to mee t Rosa s gaze. She saw the full truth in his eyes. This could have been her. Weeks ago he d asked her to the event and she d turned him down. She d pushed him into this. "No," she told Macy. "He s not a lying, cheating bastard. He wasn t dating her while he was sleeping with me. But he is dating her now." CHAPTER 8 It was no consolation knowing that Caleb was dating the beautiful Tessa only bec ause Rosa had practically pushed him into her arms. Watching him leave the office with Tessa on his arm, Rosa felt the full weight o f what she d done. Beside her, Macy was still trying to muster up a head of steami ng anger toward Caleb. "If he proposed to you earlier this week," Macy was saying, "he certainly should n t be taking Ms. Perfectly Perfect to that benefit tonight." Rosa closed the door to her office and leaned against it with sigh. "No. I did t his. I was afraid of how he made me feel, so I pushed him away." "To that tramp, Tessa? What was he thinking?" Rosa just shook her head. "Tessa is perfectly nice and you know it. It doesn t mat ter who he s dating. He could be dating a dog and " "That s not very nice." "Oh, I don t mean a dog as slang. I mean, he could take an actual Pekingese to this benefit and it wouldn t matter. He asked me to marry him and I turned him down. He s not the kind of man who gives second chances." Macy s ire died down enough for her to give Rosa a quiet nod. The gesture said it all. Macy agreed. Caleb wasn t an unforgiving man, but he was decisive. Once he ma de up his mind, he never changed it and he never looked back.

"I said no and he took me at my word. He didn t invite Tessa to the benefit to rub my nose in it. He did it to show me that he s moving on." Despite Macy s generous offers to supply sympathy, alcohol and dark chocolate, Ros a insisted she d rather be alone. By the time she made it through her front door, she was feeling as bruised and b attered as a hit and run victim. But she dutifully trudged through her personal e mail s, which she d been avoiding all week. She had likewise been avoiding calls from her mother, who had a preternatural kn ack for knowing when her daughters were emotionally traumatized. But her mother was the last person Rosa wanted to talk to just now. Just then she reached an e mail from her sister Beatrice and a link to a YouTube v ideo. "Hey, chica, check out this press conference that Ford just held. You thin k this means we can get free jewelry?" Confused by the reference to jewelry, she clicked on the link. After a minute th e video started playing. It showed Ford, her brother, in some hotel conference r oom. On one side stood Jonathon Bagdon, the CFO of FMJ, and on the other stood a beautiful brunette with the sort of ripe, luxuriant beauty of a 1940s film star . It seemed FMJ, her brother s company, was buying out Biedermann s Jewelry. The bea uty was Kitty Biedermann, the heiress to the company s fortune. Watching Ford, Rosa noticed the unusually protective gleam in Ford s gaze as he wa tched Kitty Biedermann. Was it possible he d fallen for the heiress? It seemed imp ossible, and yet Even as Rosa pondered the issue, one of the reporters in the audience asked the same question. Ford deflected it with his usual easy charm. Of course. Whatever affection she d thought she d seen in Ford s expression must have been a trick of the light. Classic Ford. After their father s death, he d swept in and taken care of everyone. He was dynamic and charming but completely emotionally unavailable. If you needed a job or a loan or, hell, even just a fancy new pair of shoes, he was your guy. If you needed someone to talk to, then you were SOL. He could charm the socks of f anyone, but he never let anyone close. After the video ended, she sat for a minute staring blankly at the busyness of t he YouTube screen. Then she clicked Play again and watched it a second time. Thi s time focusing on Ford. After all, part of the reason she was so reluctant to deepen her relationship wi th Caleb was because of Ford. When she d first met Caleb, he reminded her of Ford. They were both self made men. Both handsome, in their own way. Both powerful and wealthy. Both free with their money. Both used to getting what they want. Watching Ford now, she realized what a disservice she d done by not reevaluating h er opinion of Caleb once she d gotten more involved with him. On the surface he ma y be similar to Ford, but that s all it was. Surface similarities. In reality, the y were no more alike than she was like her mother. Just like that, she knew. Maybe she d blown her chance with Caleb. But maybe she h adn t. Either way, she wasn t just going to sit at home watching YouTube videos. She was going to do everything in her power to win him back.

This wasn t working. The woman Caleb held in his arms as he danced across the ballroom floor was love ly and charming. She was an old family friend. Someone he was comfortable with a nd admired. And he was bored out of his brain. Unfortunately, she could tell. Tessa leaned back to look him in the eyes. "I m sor ry I m not her." "Not who?" he asked, more out of stubbornness than anything else. Tessa smiled a little sadly. "The woman you wish you were with instead of me." Caleb gritted his teeth, angry with himself for wallowing. And more angry with R osa for denying them both. "I don t " "Of course you do. You don t have to pretend otherwise for my sake. When a woman s i nvited to a party less than twenty four hours before the event, she assumes she s no t her date s first choice." The orchestra began another benign pop song and they kept dancing without missin g a beat. "I m sorry," was all he could say. "There s no need to apologize," she reassured him with a smile. "I had no illusion s to begin with and I m getting a nice evening out. I just hope you re able to work it out. You ve been alone too long, Caleb." "It s over between us." Tessa tilted her head sympathetically. "Then she s a fool." "What makes you think she was the one who ended it?" "If you d ended it, you wouldn t be looking quite so grim, would you?" "It was mutual." Somehow he couldn t stand Tessa s gentle concern. "We wanted differ ent things from our relationship." "Maybe it ll still work out." "No." He shook his head. "She made her choice." Understanding lit Tessa s gaze. "Let me guess. You pushed her too early in the rel ationship and she bolted." Caleb stilled, pulling back from Tessa. "You make it sound like I m the bad guy he re." "Not the bad guy, maybe just the overeager one. You ve always known exactly what y ou want. It s served you well in business, but when it comes to personal stuff, yo u have to give the rest of us mere mortals a chance to catch up." "You think I should give her another chance," he summarized. "I think Rosa would be a fool not to ask for one and you d be a fool not to give i t to her." "How did you know it s Rosa we re talking about? I thought all the gossip was about

you and me." "I never listen to gossip. But I have noticed the way you look at her. It s obviou s to anyone who knows you that you re in love with her." Looking over his shoulder , Tessa suddenly grinned. "Besides, she s the one who s shown up here looking for yo u." Caleb spun around and searched the crowd. He spotted her instantly. Which wasn t h ard to do given that she was dressed completely inappropriately in jeans and a f lowing shirt. Still, she looked beautiful. Her long dark hair was loose about he r shoulders. Sure, her skin looked a little splotchy, like maybe she d been crying earlier, but her eyes held an appealing determined glint and her jaw was set at that stubborn angle he so loved. She spotted him and began to stride across the room. Watching her, everything el se faded into the shadows. Tessa, the music, the other dancers, they all disappe ared. That s the moment he realized Tessa was right. He really did love Rosa. It wasn t ju st that he admired her dedication to Alexander Enterprises. It was more than his appreciation of her beauty or her strength of will. Those things were true of T essa also, but the sight of Tessa had never filled him with such joy. No, he loved Rosa, plain and simple. He d planned to never give her a second thought, let alone a second chance. Despit e that, he was thrilled to see her now. But she didn t look particularly thrilled to see him. She stopped before him, her expression fierce. "You are being completely unfair. " "I am?" "Absolutely! You think just because you re the boss at work that you get to be the boss in our relationship, too. But you re wrong." "I am?" he repeated. He was smiling now, so pleased to see her it was all he cou ld do not to pull her into his arms and kiss her soundly. But she hadn t noticed y et and he was enjoying her tirade too much to stop her. "There s no CEO in a relationship. You re not in charge. You don t get to decide it s ov er just because things aren t moving according to your timetable. If you ve got a pr oblem, we need to discuss it. Like " "I agree." " adults. Like Wait a minute. You agree?" "I do." "I " She blinked in obvious surprise. "I I didn t expect you to give in so quickly." Her eyebrows crinkled in confusion even as a smile teased her lips. "I had a who le speech worked up. About how I loved you and how I knew you loved me, too. And how I was determined to win you back no matter what." Unable to resist the temptation, he swept her into his arms. Needing an excuse t o hold her so close in public, he moved onto the dance floor and began to waltz, reveling in the way her body fit perfectly against his.

"It sounds like a great speech. You can give it to me later." "You don t want to I don t know, discuss it or anything?" He shrugged. "I got the gist of it. I love you. You love me. We belong together. Anything else we ll sort out later." "Oh. Well then." Her body seemed to melt into his. "There s only one thing." She pulled back to look up at him, a frown marring her features. "What?" "There are a lot of people here from Alexander Enterprises. I think the days of keeping our affair private are officially over." Her frown vanished in the wake of her grin. "That was a bad idea anyway." "You sure you don t mind?" "It would probably be hard to keep things a secret now that we re engaged anyway." He pulled her tighter against him. "Good point." THE END