Page 15 of Her Impossible Boss's Baby

She realized that she was Luca’s marketer in many ways.

She sold the man, because he refused to do it.

His work sold itself, but he... He was another matter.

When she checked the clock she realized it was nearly time for the opening speech of the summit.

Of course, Luca would be giving it.

He was a very compelling public speaker. For all that he lacked when he was trying to make connections around the room, he compensated for it beautifully when he was on the stage. He was such a magnetic man. So brilliantly handsome. So absolutely enthralling.

Maybe she was biased.

She didn’t think she was.

Until this past week she had been convinced she didn’t much care for him at all, but faced with the prospect of leaving him, her thoughts were turning in an entirely different direction.

She used her key card—because she always had a key to his room—and let herself in.

And was stunned when he walked out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel slung low around his hips. Water droplets were sliding down his broad, well-muscled chest, and she felt desire strike her like an arrow straight between her thighs.

Why was she doomed to encounter him half-dressed so many times in a row? It wasn’t like it had never happened before, but it hadn’t happened quite so frequently.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

She felt her face betraying her. It was so hot she knew it had to be bright red. Surely he wouldn’t miss that.

“It is no matter,” he said, as if he’d missed it entirely.

For all he seemed obsessed wholly with his work, she knew he had lovers. His lovers were part of what she dealt with on occasion when he was too busy to manage them. Once he was done with them, he was done.

And yet, he always seemed so dispassionate to her.

It was impossible to imagine what it would be like when he was with a woman. When he...

Perhaps, virgins should not attempt to fantasize about how their bosses made love.

Made love.

There was no question that Luca did not make love.

He would probably be the first to say it. In wholly blunt terms.

She couldn’t even hate him for that.

He was honest. And maybe that deserved some level of appreciation.

It wasn’t his honesty she was appreciative of at the moment, however.

“It isn’t professional,” she said.

“Right,” he said.

For a moment he looked apologetic. And she realized he had thought that she meant him, and not her.

“I meant me,” she said. “I should have knocked.”

“You have a key to my room for a reason. You are supposed to assist without interruption.”

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