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He nodded and disappeared from her office.

They both knew that the staff knew, but no one ever said anything about their casual liaisons.

It was extremely rare for Megan to leave the office early, but she did so on Thursday afternoon to get ready for the trip. She kept her appointments at her favorite spa for a bikini wax, a manicure, and a pedicure, and afterwards stopped at a nearby deli for a quick dinner. Once she got home, she perused her closet and tried to determine which of her high-priced clothing would be most appropriate for a work outing in the mountains.

She had seen pictures of the facility, and it certainly was not rustic by any stretch. But she was torn between looking too professional for the setting and too casual for a boss. She finally decided on two pairs of snug jeans, a couple of nicely tailored sweaters, and a pair of riding boots as well as a pair of sneakers. She also included a couple of semi-fancy dresses for the cocktails and dinners as well as a swimsuit and cover-up. It seemed like such a ‘first world problem’, but being an independently wealthy self-made woman did have its trials. After her toiletries were packed, she set the suitcase by the front door and headed to bed.

The next morning, she dressed for work as usual, and arrived spot on time. Looking around, she noticed very little being accomplished. It seemed no one had any plans to work for this half-day. Megan made a mental note to discuss this at a future staff meeting.

Promptly at noon, Megan was the first to depart, and the rest of the entire office emptied immediately after her. Her little red sports car made quick time up the mountain. She wanted to meet the head of security before she had an audience. If any red flags went off, she would be able to terminate him without making a public scene.

She parked via valet and allowed the porter to carry in her luggage while she kept her purse and her briefcase with her. Her assistant had booked her into the ‘honeymoon suite’, and the front desk attendant fawned all over her as she was checked in for the group.

“The remainder of my staff will arrive shortly. They will just need to tell you ‘Adams Realty’ to check in. Everything but incidentals are being covered by the company.”

“Thank you, oh thank you ma’am,” the young man fussed.

“I am expecting someone shortly. Can you please ring my room when he arrives?”

“Ma’am?”

“I. Am. Expecting. Someone.” She enunciated unnecessarily.

“Oh I know. He is waiting in your room.”

“Excuse me?”

“He said it was fine; that he was part of your staff.”

By the time Megan got to her room with her belongings, she was furious. She swiped the key card angrily and flung the door open to confront this jerk who had invited himself into her hotel room.

With the indignant rant on the tip of her tongue, she froze when she saw Mac rise from the loveseat in the corner of the room. Not only was he one of the largest men she had ever seen in real life, he was also one of the sexiest. From his shaved head and unnerving dark eyes across his broad shoulders, muscular, tattooed arms, all the way down to his black combat boots, he was an imposing figure. And she felt a tremble in her belly that she had never sensed before.

This man was trouble, and she was instantly in it up to her $400 black leather stiletto heels.

Chapter 4

Mac narrowed his dark gaze at his new boss and held back a chuckle when he realized where he had seen her before. She was the knockout blonde from the apartment building a few days before; the one who had only been inside for about an hour with the suit stiff and then disappeared in her chauffeured car.

He strode over to her with purpose and offered his large hand. He was impressed that she had paused when she walked into her own hotel room and found him, but she did not balk at his approach. Instead, she returned his firm grip with one of her own.

“Megan Adams,” she introduced herself coolly.

“Mac,” he replied, smiling wickedly.

“Do you want to explain to me why you let yourself into my room?” Megan got straight to the point, despite the pounding heart beneath her tailored blazer.

“I didn’t, the porter did,” Mac fired back.

Megan narrowed her green eyes at him and crossed her arms while she waited for a real answer. Mac was impressed that she was mostly unflappable. Unfortunately for Megan’s very near future, all that did was make Mac want to ‘flap’ her.

“I, ah, just figured that since we had not met yet, it might be better in private. Up here away from the eyes of the rest of your staff.”

She nodded. “Now that answer I can accept.”

She spun around on her pointy high heels and retrieved her luggage from the hallway. She could feel his eyes assessing her rear end as she walked, but tried not to give any indication that she knew he was checking her out. Her own heart was pounding beneath her full breasts, and she was confused by her corporeal reaction to this hulk of a beast. In no way was he her type. And yet, something deep in her belly was mumbling to her.

Megan shoved the feeling down and away, crushing it into a tiny ball. She was nothing if she did not maintain her self-control, and she was determined that she would not give in to something as petty and wasteful as lust.

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