Page 3 of Unbuttoning Her Brooding Boss

She’d never actually gone weak at the knees before either.

It was nerves, right? Or some Neanderthal woman instinct—to be drawn to the most powerful male in the room... She could use her brain better than this.

Tara had been wrong. This manwasdangerous.

‘Is Steffi short for Stephanie?’ he asked.

She nodded, withdrawing her hand as quickly as she could. No one called her Stephanie now, aside from her brother. And only then when he was mad with her. Which was, unfortunately, quite often.

‘Stephanie is a lovely name,’ he said. But the chill in his voice undermined any chance his comment had of being a compliment.

And what, exactly, was he implying about her pseudonym, then? Stephanie ground her teeth even as she maintained her smile and channelled her alter ego.

Steffi Leigh always acted as if anyone could be wrapped around her little finger. Just because this guy looked as if he was made from titanium, it didn’t mean she couldn’t pretend.

‘Shall we snap a selfie to record the moment?’ She forced a laugh. In terms of coming up with content, getting pictures for her social media accounts nearly killed her—this would be a good one.

‘No.’

Flat. Uncompromising. Unimpressed.

Way to start, Steffi.She nibbled the inside of her cheek, momentarily set back. But the ‘Steffi Leigh’ scene was what he wanted, right? This was the deal—the personality and pop culture vibe was what he wanted to buy.

‘No? I’ll go solo, then.’ She wasn’t going to let him crush her. She held out her phone and quickly took a shot. She’d never use it, but he didn’t need to know that.

‘You do that often?’ he asked in a low voice.

‘I do whatever it takes.’ She smiled at him, refusing to hear the sarcastic, slightly improper thread to his question. ‘My followers enjoy my pictures.’

Most of her pictures didn’t actually featureher—usually she put together some quirky set piece with a new product, or made a meme to amuse.

‘Are you going to spend the next two hours tweaking the image with filters and Photoshop?’ he asked.

‘I don’t do that either. Most of my photos are unfiltered.’

He looked at her—another slow appraisal, up and down. ‘Yes. That I can believe. You obviously took the two hours to apply filters in real life.’

Actually, that wasn’t far from the truth. Her perfectly blended layers of concealer, foundation, blusher, powder and eyeshadowhadtaken Tara almost two hours, and Stephanie was sure it was melting off already.

What was this guy’s beef? Why be so pointed whenhewas the one who’d requested this meeting? But she was the one who needed it. So she had to play nice.

‘You got me.’ Determinedly she kept smiling up at him from between thickly mascaraed lashes.

‘What do you look like without it?’

‘Even more amazing,’ she flipped back at him, unable to stop her irritation sparking.

‘I’d like to see that.’

Never going to happen.

She glared at him, her eyes locking with his. And, even though she hadn’t voiced it, she was certain he knew exactly what she was thinking. He thought she was some painted-up doll and an airhead to boot.

Patronising jerk.

But suddenly, finally, the man smiled.

Stephanie almost gasped in shock as another bolt of electricity kicked through her. If she’d thought him attractive in a ruthless kind of way before, now he was just meltingly gorgeous. He looked younger, more fun, moremischievous.Yeah. Total personality transplant.

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