Leanne Banks - The Secretary And The Millionaire

Amanda wondered if he would choke on his coffee if she told him she would prefer a kiss, a nice long one. Turning her head, she rolled her eyes at herself. Better keep herself in check or her boss would learn she had a mile-high crush on him.

Jack always saw what she did and expressed appreciation in a dozen different ways. Yet he never ever seemed to see her. In a world filled with beautiful women, Amanda knew her appearance wouldn’t stop traffic in Minneapolis or anywhere else. Her brown hair, brown eyes and average body made her the perfect unobtrusive assistant, or...invisible woman, she thought wryly.

“The demand for Fortune clothing has taken off,” Jack Fortune said into the phone, glancing at the top fax. “Our profits are up thirty-eight percent, Bob. We have a new athletic wear line going head-to-head with the top designers. The retail market has had its shares of ups and down in the last few years. We’d like to give the customer a reason to come to your stores.”

Crossing her arms over her chest, Amanda leaned against the doorjamb and stole a moment to listen to the sexy enthusiasm in his oh-so-persuasive tone. Jack’s easy voice gave only a hint of the energy the man emanated.

His blond hair, startling green eyes and lean, muscular physique turned heads.

Amanda had never touched his hair. It wouldn’t have been appropriate. That hadn’t stopped her from wondering if his hair would feel crisp or soft against her fingers, She’d also wondered how his mouth would feel on hers. Hard, supple or both.

His personal sense of power, however, fit him better than his tailored suits. That dynamic power drew men’s respect and caused women to make fools of themselves.

He was a conqueror, the corporate modern-day equivalent of Marco Polo. He was also a closer.

Yet he had a secret, tender side for his three-year-old daughter, Lilly. Amanda’s heart softened at Jack’s struggle to make Lilly feel at home. She wondered if he knew how seductive his tough and tender combination was.

He was a perceptive man, a demanding boss who inspired achievement and loyalty. Did he have any idea how many times his loyal assistant had fantasized about him making love to her on his big, cherry desk? Amanda knew Jack would never compromise his professional integrity with an office affair, but the familiar visual teased her all too often. Amanda pictured it happening after hours, during one of the many evening sessions she’d remained at work to help with a special project. The scene unfolded like a movie:

“Would you like coffee or a soda before you go home?” she asked Jack. They’d been so focused on preparing the presentation they’d worked through dinner. His charcoal jacket hung on the back of his chair, his shirtsleeves were rolled up to reveal strong forearms, highlighted with the same blond hair that crowned his head.

“A soda would work. Thanks,” he said, then leaned back in his leather chair and stretched

Averting her gaze from his, she left the room and grabbed his soda. On the way back, she pressed the icy can against her forehead, then pulled it away just before she entered his office.

She felt his gaze on her and knew she must be mistaken. Jack never really looked at her. He looked through her.

“There you go,” she said and made herself smile. “I’ll see you in the morning for the Hartford presentation. Drive safely,” she added and turned to leave.

“Amanda,” Jack said, stopping her. “Do you have plans tonight?”

Her heart leaped, then she mentally smacked herself. He was just being polite. She turned back around and shook her head. “Nothing major.” I just need to go home, she thought. I’ve been around you too long today, and I’m starting to have delusions that you might actually be seeing me as a woman instead of just your assistant. “Have dinner with me,” he said and stood. “You and I, we should talk.”

“Thank you, but I don’t want to keep you out late with the presentation early in the morning. I know you’ve got that commute home.”

“I’ll be okay,” he said with a slight grin that contrasted with his intent gaze. “We should talk.”

As he walked toward her, she took a careful breath. “I—uh—”

He pressed his finger to her lips. “Just let me do the talking. You’ve been my secretary for four years now. I don’t know why I’ve been so slow about this.” He tilted his head thoughtfully. “Maybe my rotten marriage. But that’s over,” he said. “I want you doing more than my paperwork. I want to take you to dinner. I want to see you after quitting time. I want to kiss you,” he said, rubbing his thumb over her bottom lip. “But I can’t take advantage of our business relationship. I want you to consider a transfer so I can see you personally. I need you,” he said in a low, rough voice as he lowered his head. “I need you in my life.”

I need you. Amanda’s head was spinning. She’d dreamed of hearing those words from Jack.

“Amanda, I need...”

The sound of Jack’s voice jerked her out of her reverie, and she blinked at him.

“...the most recent sales projections for the Wyndham Retail Group.” He glanced up at her and raised his eyebrows. “Problem?”

Amanda quickly shook her head. “No problem. I’ll get them for you right away.”

I need you. His words echoed inside her as she left the room and took a mind-clearing breath. She could make a wish on every falling star that Jack would say those magic words to her about something other than office work. She could wish that he would need her the way a man needs a woman, but that would require him to see her. And as Amanda had learned, when it came to Jack Fortune, she might as well be the invisible woman.

One

“Amanda, I need you now.” Jack said two days later.

Jack’s words on Amanda’s intercom kicked her heart into overdrive. Wincing at her overreaction, she put a calming hand to her throat. She’d rarely heard that tone from him, and never coupled with those exact words. “I’ll be right there,” she managed, and swiveled out of her chair.

She opened his office door to find him pacing, his long stride covering the generous width of his office. He stopped when she closed the door behind her.

“It’s the housekeeper’s day off. The nanny is sick,” he told Amanda as he raked his hand through his hair. “I’m closing the Eastco deal today.”

He walked toward her, and her stomach dipped. For Amanda, stomach dips, butterflies, accelerated heartbeats had become part and parcel of working for Jack. The challenge lay in not letting her feelings show.

“This isn’t part of your job description, but I need someone I can count on to take care of Lilly now. Today. Will you do it?”

“Of course,” she said, then gave a light laugh. He truly had no idea of all that she would do for him. “I thought you were going to ask something difficult.”

He exhaled in relief and shook his head. “You’re one hell of an assistant, Amanda. You can be sure I’ll remember this at your next performance review,” he told her.

Amanda felt a twinge at his professional tone. “That’s not necessary. My experience taking care of my brother and sisters doesn’t have much to do with my office performance.”

“No. But in this case, it does with mine. I should warn you Lilly still hasn’t adjusted to living with me.”

“That’s understandable,” Amanda said, the slight nerves in his voice surprising her and grabbing at her heart. “Her mother hasn’t been gone very long. Not even two months. That will change.”

“God, I hope so,” he muttered, returning to his desk. “The poor kid hides behind the furniture every time I enter the room. She barely knows me, since Sandra made it difficult for me to see her. The nanny I hired has impeccable references, but Lilly hasn’t warmed to her.” He frowned, then seemed to switch gears. “Use one of the company limos. As soon as the meeting is over, I’ll come home.”

Amanda nodded, hesitating before she said, “You asked me to remind you about your dinner date with Ms. Sullivan.”

He frowned. “I’ll cancel.”

Amanda wrestled with her conscience. Trina Sullivan, a beautiful redhead, was Jack’s current social partner. She swallowed her reluctance and envy in one gulp. “You don’t have to cancel. I can stay with Lilly tonight.”

He shook his head. “No. I’ll cancel.”

Amanda bit her tongue to keep from screaming with joy.

Thirty-five minutes later the nanny, pale and clearly ill, invited Amanda into the marble foyer, introduced her to Lilly, then disappeared to her upstairs bedroom.

Amanda looked down at the perfectly dressed three-year-old, tightly gripping a worn, stuffed one-eyed cat. Lilly’s blond hair fell past her shoulders in tousled curls. The sorrow in her wide green eyes made Amanda’s heart turn over.

She knelt in front of Lilly. “I have a cat, too. Her name is Delilah. What’s your cat’s name?”

“Miss Annabelle,” Lilly whispered.

Amanda’s stomach twisted at the fear on her face. Lilly seemed such a tiny, forlorn figure especially in the grand surroundings of Jack’s home. “You wanna go outside for a while?”

Lilly nodded, and when Jack’s daughter put her tiny hand in hers, Amanda’s heart was lost.

Jack pulled his rain-splattered Mercedes into the tree-lined drive that led to his house. He was so preoccupied that he barely noticed how the warm, spring rain shower that had fallen on Minneapolis most of the afternoon, had made the green grounds of his estate even greener.

Jack was worried about Stuart. His father had been distracted lately. Profit figures looked great, but tension hung about Stuart like the thick humidity before a thunderstorm. Jack couldn’t tell if Stuart’s concerns were with the Fortune business or his own company, Knight Star Systems. Jack knew little about Knight Star Systems since he’d always felt a responsibility to make his mark at Fortune, especially since his brother, Garrett, had made it clear corporate life wasn’t his bailiwick and had chosen ranching instead.

If that wasn’t enough, although Jack was jazzed about the new account he’d just bagged, he was worried about Lilly. He had no idea what to do with her. Quiet and withdrawn, she hadn’t even begun to warm to Ms. Brown, the nanny. She hadn’t warmed to him, either, and that knowledge stung.

As he turned toward the garage, he glanced over the grounds and did a double take. He stopped the car and stared.

In an alcove of blooming trees beside his house, his secretary and his daughter were skipping through a mud puddle. He pressed the button to lower his window, and the sound of Lilly’s laughter drifted through the air. His heart stopped. He couldn’t remember when he’d last heard that sweet, wonderful sound.

Amanda’s husky laughter joined with Lilly’s. Getting out of the car, he gazed at his assistant. The rain had slowed to barely a sprinkle, but Amanda had clearly caught the worst of it. Her wet, fine hair hung limply to her shoulders. Her business suit clung to her slim curves, and her shoes and stockings were covered with mud.

Her face bright with pleasure, she didn’t seem to give a damn that she was a complete mess. The movement of her body drew his gaze again. He noticed the subtle curves of her breasts and hips, her long shapely legs, and felt a tug of awareness. Clearly unaware of him, however, Amanda sang a chorus from “Singin’ in the Rain.” Lilly pulled at Amanda’s stockings, and they both laughed again. Amanda kicked off her shoes, and Jack watched in amazement as his painfully practical and conservative secretary briefly bared her thighs and ditched her nylons.