Simply Sexy (Simply 5)

“Oh, don’t be a spoilsport, Colin,” Rina said. “It’s nice of Corinne to want to show her employees holiday spirit and a good time.”

Which cemented for him whose side Rina was on. Of course, he doubted Corinne had informed her of the paper’s precarious financial position. He couldn’t fault Rina for having holiday spirit and let her comment slide. But after their talk today, Colin understood Rina a little better, too. She hadn’t grown up wealthy. That put him in a better position to appeal to her regarding Corinne’s excessive spending—once he felt more sure she’d trust where his interests lay.

“Rina’s right.” Corinne smiled and readjusted the collar of her coat. “I’m glad to see someone here appreciates me.”

“Don’t kid yourself, Corinne. I appreciate you and everything you stand for,” Colin muttered.

Rina coughed and he glanced over. Her eyebrows were raised but she said nothing.

Intelligent and circumspect, she’d obviously picked up the undercurrents and decided to let things play out without interrupting.

“Everyone, listen.” Corinne clapped her hands and all heads lifted from computer screens, keyboards and layouts in order to glance up. “We’re having a party Friday night at the Seaside Restaurant. Guests welcome.” With another toss of tinsel, she started for the door.

“Corinne, wait,” Colin called.

She turned.

“Where are you going?” he asked mildly.

“To plan the menu.” She hiked her bag back onto her shoulder. “I also want to buy token appreciation gifts for the staff. Joe would want that.” She sniffed and lifted a hand, as if to blot a tear from her eye.

Colin couldn’t tell if the sentiment was real or phony. With Corinne, he didn’t know her well enough to be sure. “You’d do Joe more good by staying at the hospital instead. Be with your husband.” Corinne was supposed to take the morning shift while Colin covered afternoons. “And while you’re at

it, ask Joe if he’d want you spending what’s left of the paper’s budget on a party,” he said so only she could hear.

She waved a hand, dismissing his concerns. “I refuse to bother Joe when he needs his strength to recover. Besides, you worry too much.”

“And you don’t worry enough. Bert Hartmann called reminding us of Fortune’s Inc.’s deadline. You need to get Joe to transfer power of attorney back to me or sign a good-faith promise to change the paper’s direction.” He ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “Hell, Corinne, just start running front-page news. That’ll get us through the new year without losing our biggest advertiser.” He heard the pleading in his voice and didn’t care.

She shook her head. “It’d be based on false pretenses, Colin, because I believe in my vision.” Corinne turned away, effectively ending the conversation.

Which was just as well. If she continued, he might throttle her. He didn’t need to wonder why he rarely came home, when the frustrating reason stood in front of him.

“Emma,” Corinne called as she started for the door. “Colin seems a little stressed. Maybe you could work on fixing him up next.”

He rolled his eyes.

Emma laughed, rubbing her hands together in a sure sign of trouble.

And Rina pursed those luscious lips in blatant disapproval at Corinne’s suggestion. Just the sight of her eased the tension in his neck and shoulders, making him think of more pleasurable things. Like her warm body in his bed, writhing against his cool sheets.

“I’m sure Colin can choose his own women,” Rina said, more possessively than he’d expected.

He grinned. “What’s the matter? Worried Emma will find someone who’ll distract me from you?”

She tossed her head. “Not a chance. I’m secure enough in what I have to offer.”

He met her gaze, holding on and not letting go. “That’s good to know. But even if you weren’t, you have nothing to worry about. Once I set my sights on a goal, I’m totally focused.”

And his goal was now twofold. On the one hand, he had to live up to the standards Joe had set for his paper, to make sure Joe even had a paper left when he recovered. And in doing so, he’d prove to himself that he hadn’t let the old man down.

But where Rina was concerned, he couldn’t discount the attraction. He wanted more from her than to be colleagues who’d kissed once.

How much more remained to be seen.

ONCE I SET MY SIGHTS on a goal, I’m totally focused. Days later, Rina couldn’t shake Colin’s words from her mind, because his steely gaze told her he was focused and she was his goal. She shivered, unsure if it was chemistry and excitement fluttering inside her or pure nerves because tonight was Emma’s infamous party and Colin was her date.

She’d had the whole week to anticipate this one night. Friday evening she’d gone to Corinne’s party expecting to see Colin. Instead, he’d been a no-show. Considering his negative attitude toward Joe’s wife, she didn’t have to wonder why he’d skipped the event. Apparently, if something made Colin uncomfortable, he opted out. Out of the event, and sometimes out of the country. She couldn’t afford to miss him too much.