“I’ll see you at eight,” Monroe said, breaking the standoff.
The sensation of his warm breath on her face gave Kim a ridiculously flushed and tingly feeling. The look in his eyes doubled that. What kind of boss was he? The kind who wouldn’t mind breaking a few laws in order to get his way? The kind with a casting couch? She broke eye contact. Her lashes fluttered. She stood there, helpless to get out of this, speechless for once, before backing up and turning abruptly. She left Chaz Monroe, knowing that he stared after her, feeling his heated gaze. That scrutiny was so hot, she had an absurd longing to run back to him and press her mouth to his in a brief goodbye kiss, then laugh manically as she headed back to her cubicle to clear out her things. The strangest bit of intuition told her he wanted that, too. In those insane moments of confrontation and unacceptable closeness, her senses screamed that Chaz Monroe had wanted to kiss her. The Boss’s Mistletoe Manoeuvres Linda Thomas-Sundstrom LINDA THOMAS-SUNDSTROM writes contemporary romance and paranormal romance novels for the Mills & Boon® Nocturne™ and Desire™ lines. A teacher by day and a writer by night, Linda lives in the West, juggling teaching, writing, family and caring for a big stretch of land. She swears she has a resident Muse who sings so loudly, she often wears earplugs in order to get anything else done, but has big plans to eventually get to all those ideas. Visit Linda’s website: www.LindaThomas-Sundstrom.com. Connect on Facebook: www.facebook.com/LindaThomasSundstrom MILLS & BOON
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