Worth the Scandal (Worth It 1)

Her lids lowered and she pursed her lips. They wore not a hint of lipstick, not even any gloss. But they were just as full, just as tempting. “As I’ve said before, it’s merely a sign of respect, Mister Worth.”

She was such an intriguing mixture of obedient and defiant. It aroused him beyond measure. “I would think that after working so closely together, Tessa—” she lifted her gaze at his mention of her name, “—that you could let go of the formality once and for all and call me Alex.”

“All right.” Again, she cleared her throat. “Alex.”

Christ. Hearing that smoky, sexy voice utter his name sent lust spiraling through him. And that wasn’t what he was after, hell no. He was trying to get them on a more familiar level, for what he was about to request was extremely last minute and downright life altering.

He didn’t know anything about her private life, her obligations. What she did during non-business hours, what interests she might have. She definitely wasn’t wealthy, and she wasn’t married, he knew that for a fact. She lived in Brooklyn and from what he gleaned by eavesdropping—heaven help him, yes he’d eavesdropped like a foolish teenage girl—she didn’t have a boyfriend.

Well, he didn’t believe she did. He hoped like hell she didn’t.

“Do you like to travel?”

The abrupt change of topic startled her for she gave a little jump. “I’ve never been one to travel much, Alex.”

He smiled, pleased she’d said his name. “Due to circumstance, perhaps? Have you ever wanted to travel? See the world?”

“I’ve worked steadily since I was in high school and college. I haven’t had much time.”

Or money, he was sure. Most young women of her age and financial situation had never left the tri-state area, let alone traveled the world. “And how old are you again?”

She fidgeted. Just the thought of her wiggling her lush bottom in his leather chair made his cock twitch. “Twenty-five.”

“Ah, you’re young.” He was thirty-five, a solid ten years older than she. Yet in the corporate world, he was considered young as well. Would she consider him too old? He had a touch of gray at the temples, a fact Rhett loved to remind him about almost every time they spoke. Their father had turned gray early, and Alex really didn’t mind. It made him look more distinguished in business dealings, and he needed every advantage he could gather to conquer.

To win.

But would Tessa dismiss him because of their age difference?

Alex frowned. He was being foolish, worrying about her dismissal, her interest in him. She had none, and he shouldn’t have any in her. She was his assistant, nothing more.

“I’m not too young, if that’s what you’re implying.” She visibly bristled, and he couldn’t help but find her ire attractive. The emotion added a pretty pink flush to her cheeks. “Do you have a problem with my job performance? Because I can assure you, if you ever take issue with anything I do, you can certainly tell me. I pride myself on my job above all else, and I have no problem taking constructive criticism and applying it where needed.”

She was a feisty little thing. He knew this, had enjoyed gently baiting her in the past because of it too. Today though, he hadn’t meant to light such an indignant fire within her. He needed her calm. Rational. “I have no problems with you or your job performance, Tessa. None whatsoever.”

“Oh.” She slumped in the chair and exhaled through her nose, as if she’d been holding her breath. “I apologize for my outburst. I don’t know what—”

He held up a hand, silencing her. “I need to ask you a question about the relaunch tour. I leave on Tuesday.”

“Yes, you do and everything’s in order.” She nodded. “Do you need me to make any adjustments before you go?”

“As a matter of fact, I do. I want you to come with me.”

Tessa stared at Alex, her mouth hanging open rather inelegantly. She snapped her jaw shut and sat straighter, struggling to find her voice so she could answer him.

“I know it’s rather last minute, but I need your assistance during the trip. We’re in negotiations for new store space in London and honestly, the timing is awful.” He rubbed a hand along his firm jaw, and her gaze followed the movement of his fingers.

Such lovely fingers, long and topped with blunt nails. Large, capable looking hands with wide palms, hands she’d fantasized about more than once touching her gently—or perhaps not so gently. Guiding her where he wanted her to go next…

The room was quiet, and she realized he waited for her answer. “It shouldn’t be a problem, Mister—” Crap, she’d forgotten again. It was hard to break the habit and it just felt so intimate, calling him Alex. “I will make the arrangements right away.” Excitement bubbled up within her.

He wanted her to go with him. The opportunity to see the world—London, Paris—made her very nearly giddy with anticipation.

“You do have a passport, don’t you?”

“It was a requirement upon my hiring.” Considering she hadn’t even traveled out of the area, let alone the country, she’d never had a need for one. Thank goodness the company had paid for it, preparation for moments such as this.

He nodded once, his expression serious, his eyes steely blue as he watched her. He always watched her, as if ready to catch her in a stolen moment, waiting for her to stumble or make a mistake. At least, that’s what it felt like. “Make sure our hotel rooms are close to each other’s. I want access to you at all times.”

I want access to you at all times. Her cheeks flushed. Well, didn’t that take on new meaning when she applied her rather illicit thoughts to the statement?

“You’re staying in the best suites in five star hotels. I don’t think I merit a suite,” she murmured. This was so strange, talking to him while he stood by the window, she sitting in his chair. It should be the other way around.

His dark brows rose at her words. “You don’t merit? You don’t think you’re worth a suite?”

“I’m merely your assistant.” She crossed her ankles, uncrossed them. He made her uncomfortable when he asked her such questions. As if he could see right through her, all of the little insecurities that made her up, that barely held her together.

“I’m the CEO of this company, Tessa, one of the oldest and most successful luxury goods providers in the United States and the world. And you’re my assistant. If I believe you merit a suite, then you do.” His words were final and he turned away, resuming his position at the window once more. He seemed to like staring out at the cityscape, watching the world buzz by.

She enjoyed admiring his backside, and she’d never seen it in jeans before. He’d shoved up the sleeves of his charcoal sweater to reveal tanned forearms sprinkled with dark hair, strong and masculine and filling her with an achy need. He was a sight to be seen when he offered her such a view and well, she wasn’t a fool.

She looked.

“I’ll make the arrangements right away,” Tessa said to his back as she stood.

“Give me all details when you’re finished. I want the updated itinerary including your travel details as soon as everything’s been confirmed.” He kept his back to her.

“All right.” She started for the door, her mind awhirl as to where she’d call first.

“And, Tessa?”

Stopping in her tracks, she turned and found he’d done the same. “Yes?”

“Please don’t forget.” One corner of his sensual mouth lifted, the closest thing she’d seen to a smile since she started working for him six months and nineteen days ago. “To call me Alex.”

Chapter Three

Tessa had never flown before. Growing up one of four in a tiny fourth floor walkup apartment in Jersey with a dad who ditched them early on and a mom who worked two jobs just to keep food on the table, there wasn’t much opportunity for travel beyond the bus or subway.

So boarding the Worth private jet was like entering a fantasy land. One she’d only seen on TV or the movies, or in the magazines she still devoured. The interior was sleek with warm wood tones, gold accents and cream colored overstuffed leather chairs.

Alex was nowhere to be found so she settled into the butter-soft chair the flight attendant waved her toward. She glanced about, the rich scent of coffee tempting her despite her nerves. Her palms were clammy, and her forehead was damp with sweat. The plane was terribly small. The whine of the engine sounded, low and rumbling and the cockpit door still remained open. Two uniform-clad gentlemen sat within, adjusting dials and jovially talking to one another.

If the pilots were so cheerful, surely nothing bad would happen, right? They seemed perfectly capable, perfectly competent in their job. After all, if Alexander Worth hired them, they were probably the best pilots in the entire airport.

The flight attendant suddenly bustled past her, clad in a short navy blue skirt and fitted jacket. “Good morning, Mister Worth,” she said in a sickeningly sweet voice.

“Good morning.” Alex nodded at her absently, his gaze immediately finding Tessa in her seat. Tessa smiled and ducked her head, not before catching the death glare the flight attendant sent her way.