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Brady Finn’s mission is to take his company to the next level. Aine Donovan plans to stop him. But when searing attraction leads to a pregnancy shocker, they’ll both need to reevaluate just what it is they want from each other...
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HAVING HER BOSS’S BABY
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The door opened and there she was. He’d been prepared for a spinsterish female, a librarian type.
This woman was a surprise.
She wore black slacks and a crimson blouse with a short black jacket over it. Her thick, dark-red hair fell in heavy waves around her shoulders. Her green eyes, not hidden behind the glasses she’d worn in her photo, were artfully enhanced and shone like sunlight in a forest. She was tall and curvy enough to make a man’s mouth water, and the steady, even stare she sent him told Brady that she also had strength. Nothing hotter than a gorgeous woman with a strong sense of self. Unexpectedly, he felt a punch of desire that hit him harder than anything he’d ever experienced before.
“Brady Finn?”
“That’s right. Ms. Donovan?” He stood up and waited as she crossed the room to him, her right hand outstretched. She moved with a slow, easy grace that made him think of silk sheets, moonlit nights and the soft slide of skin against skin. Damn.
“It’s Aine, please.”
“How was your flight?” He wanted to steer the conversation into the banal so his mind would have nothing else to torment him with.
“Lovely, thanks,” she said shortly and lifted her chin a notch. “Is that what we’re to talk about, then? My flight? My hotel? I wonder that you care what I think. Perhaps we could speak, instead, about the fact that twice now you’ve not showed the slightest interest in keeping your appointments with me.”