Stacy Connelly - Temporary Boss...Forever Husband

The truth definitely seemed like a better option. Or at least a limited version of the truth. “I left around five-thirty for a dinner meeting. Came back at around eight—” kissed Allison for a few minutes that could have easily gone on forever “—to go over the revised blueprints for that new office complex in Peoria. By the time I checked to see what time it was, it was almost midnight. I did go home, but I was too wired to get much sleep, so I came back around six.”

“How did the meeting with James Collins go?”

“He had to cancel,” Zach admitted. “But I met with Riana.”

“I see.”

The words were noncommittal, but Zach heard everything his boss wasn’t saying. Riana might call for a meeting, but James made all the executive decisions. Until Zach could swing another meeting with the man himself, the coveted contract would remain out of reach. He knew it wouldn’t be long before he hurdled his way past Riana’s seductive roadblocks, but he was quickly running out of time and patience.

What were the odds that the biggest contact of his career would be up for bid only two weeks before the board made their decision about the biggest promotion of his career?

If he didn’t get the Collins account …

Zach shook the thought away. When he got the Collins account, he’d be a shoo-in for the promotion.

“The cancer research benefit is tonight. Riana is on the planning committee for the event, and she assured me her father will be there.” He hated black-tie events, and a crowded ballroom wouldn’t be the place to press James Collins for a time and date to present his proposal for the new jewelry stores, but at least Zach would have another chance to meet the man face to face.

Daryl nodded as he glanced around the office.

“So, what’s on your mind?” Zach asked, straight to the point and with the hope the other man would respond in kind.

The slow perusal of his office couldn’t be anything but a stall tactic. The place hadn’t changed since Zach moved in five years ago. The large wooden desk took up most of the space in the middle of the room with a file cabinet in one corner and a trailing philodendron on a plant stand in the other. The plant stayed alive as long as it had only because the cleaning people watered once a week.

No pictures, no mementos, no trophies adorned the beige walls. He kept his personal life—such as it was—separate from work and liked it that way.

Except for last night when the two had combined in an explosive kiss. He had to be crazy to even contemplate dating Allison, and yet he’d done more than think about it, hadn’t he? His final comment the night before intimated he was ready and willing to start … something.

He’d never been one for relationships, at least nothing serious. His career came first, and he preferred women who felt the same drive to succeed as he did. And while Allison was as beautiful, as smart, as clever as any of the women he’d dated in the past, she didn’t fit the “work first” mold. She didn’t fit any mold, he’d come to realize the night before. She was adventurous rather than ambitious, more interested in grabbing hold of the moment than reaching toward the future. A woman who would always keep a man on his toes, always keep him interested—

“It’s about the Collins proposal.”

Daryl’s comment snapped Zach’s attention back where it should have been in the first place. What was wrong with him? He’d never had trouble keeping his mind off a woman when it mattered. Never. And he refused to let it happen now.

Meeting his boss’s gaze, he said, “Riana said Knox is in the running for the contract based on our initial numbers. That’s what got us through the door, but our proposal will be what slams it shut on the rest of the competition.” And the board would have no choice but to offer him the promotion.

Silence followed his statement. Hardly a ringing endorsement from his boss. Not that Zach needed that kind of encouragement, but did Daryl really think he would blow this chance?

“You know how important this presentation is to me.”

“It’s important to the whole company, Zach,” his boss shot back, reminding Zach of criticisms he’d heard before.

Not a team player…. Doesn’t work well with others …

Damn right he didn’t! He worked hard, and he wasn’t about to let anyone else drag him down.

Still, he took a deep breath and said, “I know. But you don’t have to worry. I’ve got this one.”

Zach knew it wouldn’t look good to get too cocky, but if he showed any kind of weakness, Daryl—for all his mild-mannered attitude and scholarly looks—would move in for the kill. He’d pull the Collins account out from beneath Zach before he could say—

“I think you need help this time.”

“What?” Zach stood so quickly his chair rolled back and bounced off the wall behind him. Daryl hadn’t taken the account away, but this was almost as bad. “You can’t—” Zach checked the response when he saw the steely determination behind his boss’s wire-rimmed glasses.

Starting over and trying for a reasonable tone despite the frustration pounding through his veins, he said, “Look, Daryl, this has been my baby from the beginning. I’ve spent months working on this. For another salesman to come in now—”

“I never said it had to be another salesperson. One of the sales assistants can work with you.”

Zach swallowed a derisive snort. The wanna-be salesmen were just as bad, if not worse. Scheming and striving to get ahead, to get where he was!

“Or an administrative assistant, someone to help with the details of putting the presentation together,” Daryl suggested when Zach didn’t jump at the sales assistant idea.

An admin. He still didn’t like it. He worked alone—always had, always would. But his boss wasn’t backing down on this, and if he had to have someone looking over his shoulder, at least he wouldn’t have to worry about them trying to take credit for all the hard work he’d already done.

“All right,” he conceded. “If you think it will help.”

“Great,” Daryl announced with a broad smile as if he hadn’t railroaded Zach into the idea. “I have the perfect person in mind. Allison Warner.”

“Allie—Allison?” Zach choked out her name, grateful he hadn’t sat back down yet, or he would have popped back up like something had bitten him in the ass. “But she’s—”

“She’s what?”

A half a dozen descriptions came to mind, none of them the least bit appropriate. “She’s a temp. She’s only working here another two days. After that, she’s supposed to be …”

Available.

“Leaving,” he finished weakly.

“I know. It’s perfect timing. Martha will be back, so we won’t need Allison as a receptionist anymore. From what she’s said, she doesn’t have another temp assignment yet, so I’m sure she’ll be eager to stay on. It’s a chance for advancement that could lead to a permanent position here.”

Permanent. Sweat broke out on the back of Zach’s neck at the thought of seeing Allison day after day. The past two months had been bad enough, and that was before he’d kissed her.

How was he supposed to work with her now that he knew the softness of her skin? The taste of her kiss?

He’d deal with it, Zach thought grimly. He’d never had trouble focusing on work before and that wouldn’t change, even if it meant working with Allison Warner.

I can’t wait until you’re gone.

The line might not have been the most romantic Allison had ever heard, yet every time Zach’s voice echoed in her thoughts, tiny quivers seemed to shoot out along every nerve ending. She couldn’t hear the words without picturing the intensity in his gaze or remembering the hunger in his touch. She’d been right about one thing—Zach Wilder certainly knew how to kiss.

He’d surprised her by starting with an almost innocent touch. But it wasn’t just any kiss on the cheek. It was like those ridiculously small, bite-sized candy bars. One was supposed to satisfy a sweet craving, yet only left her wanting more, more, more.

But the question was, had she been wrong about everything else? She’d been so sure that Zach was an all work, all the time kind of guy. Yet he’d been the one to suggest … what, exactly? A relationship? Or merely the chance to finish what they’d started in the parking garage?

Allison didn’t know. Like a refrain from a long-forgotten song—she couldn’t remember the rest of the verses, so that one line kept playing over and over and over again. Even though it was killing her that she’d have to wait to find the answer, she respected Zach’s decision. After the complete personal and professional disaster that was her ex-boyfriend, the last thing Allison wanted was an office romance.

So, it was with the hope that the next few days would fly by that Allison walked into the office Friday morning. As she slid her purse into the desk drawer, a masculine voice called out, “Hey, Allison. Daryl wants to see you in his office.”

She glanced over her shoulder with a puzzled frown. “Why would he want to see me?”

Brett Mitchell, one of Knox’s sales assistants, grinned. “Who wouldn’t want to see you? Always makes my day.”

“Hmm, you try kissing up to Martha like that?”

“Are you kidding?” Brett gave a mock shiver. “That woman is scary.”

“You only say that because she can see right through your act. You can’t charm everyone all the time.”

“Ouch. That hurts, especially since I plan on making a career based on my charm,” he said with a wink as he backed down the hall.

Allison shook her head at the younger man’s antics, but her smile fell away as she considered the message he’d relayed. Why would Daryl Evans ask to see her? Before taking leave for her surgery, Martha had introduced Allison to Knox’s division president. With his wire-rimmed glasses and his brown hair graying slightly at the temples, he’d reminded Allison of a college professor. He smiled at her in the mornings and asked for things like coffee and files and copies rather than demanding them, which was nice and not always the case.

But beyond transferring calls, setting up video conferences and handling some light administrative tasks, she’d had little contact with Daryl. Certainly nothing that merited a closed-door meeting. Maybe he just wanted to say goodbye and wish her luck on her next job. Despite the positive thought, Allison’s steps slowed on the patterned carpet as she walked down the corridor to his office. While she didn’t technically work for Knox Security, a performance review would be turned in to the temp agency. Those reviews had always been favorable in the past, and Allison had expected this one to be as well until now.

She’d done a good job, hadn’t made any major mistakes … until she kissed Zach Wilder last night. Was that the reason? Had someone seen them in the parking garage? Heat crept to her face at the thought of someone having witnessed that kiss.

But it had been after eight by the time Zach dropped her at her car. No one would have been around that late. The meeting had to be about something else. Convinced of that, Allison gave Daryl Evans’s door a quick knock and walked inside.

“Good morning, Daryl. Brett said—”

Her words lodged in her throat. Zach stood across from Daryl’s desk, a frown on his too handsome face. Certainty crashed into a world of doubt. “Zach …”

His well-controlled nod didn’t do much to ease her nerves. “Allison.”