Jane let out a laugh. “Now wait
a minute—you’ve got me buying
massage gel and now you want
coffee, too? Do I look like some
wide-eyed young girl ready to do
anything as long as I’m allowed
to be in the company of dark,
dangerous and sexy Bobby Wayne?”
She raised one hand then dropped
it on the tabletop making a loud
slap. “Come on—”
“Actually, no. You look like
a lovely, refined lady who
doesn’t need to fetch coffee for
two grown men,” a low, slightly
rough voice said from the
doorway.
Jane swallowed past the lump
that had formed in her throat.
She recognized the voice. It was
the hypnotic voice of the
hottest male star in Hollywood.
“Jane Smith, meet Bobby
Wayne,” Reggie said arrogantly.
Oh crap, why did he have
to show up right when I was
complaining about shopping for
massage gel and coffee? Hmm. And
he didn’t mention the massage
gel. Does he like the thought of
me ‘fetching’ massage gel?
She slowly turned in the
direction his voice had come
from while pasting a smile on
her face and hoping it didn’t
falter. “Glad to meet you,
Mister…”
Her voice trailed off, a
tingling sensation moved through
her when their eyes met. There
was something in the chocolate
brown depths of his
eyes—something so intense that
it resonated across the room and
all the way to the center of
her. Power. Heat. White-hot and
molten, touching her very core.
It was then that she realized
the most important thing she
needed to know about working
with Bobby Wayne. He was
younger, in a totally different
business than she, totally out
of the question but…
This man could bring her
to her knees…
He stood in the dining room
doorway, arms crossed, leaning
against the door jamb with the
most serious look on his face.
That look told her he meant what
he’d said. He thought her to be
a lady. But his look held a hint
of daring just beneath the
surface, maybe a sly smile held
tightly behind that full, firm
mouth.
Jane swallowed. Hard.
If she were reading him
right, she had the distinct
feeling that Bobby Wayne was
daring her to prove him wrong.
That down deep in the secret
part of her she wasn’t a prim
and proper lady after all.
And to her surprise, she
sort of liked the idea of taking
him up on it. The dare.
She swallowed again, took a
breath. Oh yeah right,
she thought, struggling to gain
her composure. Like the
famous Bobby Wayne would ever
have anything to do with you.
Like you could ever allow that
fantasy to happen.
