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Never Naughty Enough (Harlequin Temptation #1003)
     

Never Naughty Enough (Harlequin Temptation #1003)

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by Jill Monroe
 

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She's the perfect executive assistant - or at least she was until she agreed to be put under hypnosis at a party. Overnight, the very proper Annabelle Scott turned into a terrible tease. Now she doesn't "do" typing or filing and spends most of her time wondering which of the naughty items in her wardrobe might do a good "job" - on her boss.

Wagner Achrom

Overview

She's the perfect executive assistant - or at least she was until she agreed to be put under hypnosis at a party. Overnight, the very proper Annabelle Scott turned into a terrible tease. Now she doesn't "do" typing or filing and spends most of her time wondering which of the naughty items in her wardrobe might do a good "job" - on her boss.

Wagner Achrom is a sexy workaholic who barely knows that she exists. But she plans to change all that when she lets down her hair and clues him in to the fact that, in future, the new "Belle" plans on leaving her most intimate things where they belong - off! After all, she's learned firsthand that you can never be naughty enough...

Editorial Reviews

RT Bookclub
Jill Monroe's debut, Never Naughty Enough, is a strong effort, seamlessly blending raucous humor and pure sensuality. 4 STARS!

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780373692033
Publisher:
Harlequin
Publication date:
12/01/2004
Series:
Harlequin Temptation Series , #1003
Pages:
224
Product dimensions:
4.32(w) x 6.68(h) x 0.60(d)

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Never Naughty Enough


By Jill Monroe

Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.

Copyright © 2004 Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-373-69203-X


Chapter One

SHE WAS STRETCHING again.

Wagner Achrom rubbed the bridge of his nose as he watched his assistant, Annabelle Scott, slowly rotate her shoulders, first her right, then her left. Then closing her eyes, she swayed from side to side in her chair, her breasts jutting from the blue sweater she wore.

A curl of tension snaked through his body. He'd never noticed Ms. Scott's breasts before. Of course, she'd never worn a curve-hugging sweater before now. But the inviting, fuzzy material of her sweater, with the hint of flashing metallic, didn't quite fit with the cool, professional image his assistant usually projected.

Cool ... at the moment Wagner was anything but cool.

He dug a finger under his collar to force a little calming air on his skin. Skin. His eyes strayed to Ms. Scott's smooth skin, flushed a pretty pink above the plunging neckline of her sweater. He'd never noticed her skin before either. But then, she never revealed anything below the top button.

Maybe they should discuss the office dress-code policy. Henceforth, sweaters were strictly forbidden.

Not that her clothes were inappropriate, just surprising since she normally wore ankle-length skirts and loose-fitting suit jackets.

His gaze was irresistibly drawn to her ice-bluesweater and his mind took another unexpected, and unwelcome, turn toward the sensual. Something easily dealt with and restrained. Well, not easily, but he would restrain it. He had too much at stake with the Anderson deal to let a blue sweater, and the woman wearing it, distract him.

Anderson. Oh, yeah. Right. With calm and firm determination, he reached for the file Annabelle had left on his desk. He needed to examine the latest demands before he signed, green-lighting the proposed merger between his company and theirs.

Anderson's stock would bullet up the exchange once this merger was finalized. They'd acquire free reign of his father's patents. Using the technology behind Mason Achrom's energy storage ideas, Anderson's Research and Development team planned to develop a large-scale solar-and-wind-power network, retooling and often replacing much of the aging electrical grid system. It was a far different vision than Wagner's of bringing cheap, independent power to the farms and rural areas of the world.

Anderson would gain the better end of this deal. A fact he acknowledged, but couldn't avoid grinding his teeth over. Once pegged as a corporate raider, Wagner would have torn a small, undervalued company like Anderson apart with a few swipes of his pen, all while making a healthy profit. In the past, he'd made the best deals in the southwest. Deals where he, and the investor group he'd worked for, came out on top. But these weren't the old days, and this merger provided exactly what he desperately wanted. Cash. Cold, hard and lots of it.

With that money, he would finally put to use the only thing his dad had ever left him. To some, the lines, graphs and chemical equations resembled nothing more than scribbles. But Wagner saw what his father was never able to, those patents represented cheap, clean fuel. And cheap fuel was something others would be willing to pay millions to attain.

He hated to share the lucrative development rights to his father's patents. Except, without a capital injection, they weren't doing him any good anyway. The Anderson people could have the large-scale energy network, the short-term profitable end of the deal.

But not for long.

Wagner wasn't the type to throw it all away. He had a new project in mind. A better one. With Anderson's money, Wagner would take some of his father's unfinished ideas off the drawing board and create a small, inexpensive fuel cell. One with amazing power that could be almost instantly charged and ready to operate anything more draining than a solar calculator.

Now that his mind had successfully dulled the image of Ms. Scott's breasts, he made himself read the document word by word. A moment later, Wagner seized his red pen and underlined a key point.

A soft, feminine sigh wafted in from the outer office. Glancing up, he witnessed his always competent assistant ably reach for a manila file, while showing an amazing stretch of leg. Her softly muscled calf, her slender thigh, the -

The contract slipped from his fingers and floated to the beige carpet. As he bent to pick it up, he knocked his forehead on the metal handle of his desk. "Ow."

"Are you okay?" She'd pivoted in her swivel chair and faced him. An eyeful greeted him. Two eyefuls. Her nipp - Ms. Scott must be very, very cold. Had he turned the thermostat down? No, sweat was dribbling down his neck. The air in here was downright hot.

He shot up in his chair, rubbing his head. "Yes, fine."

"Are you sure?" Her eyebrows pulled together, as if she was concerned, and her voice sounded husky. No one had given a damn about him since his mother's death five years ago. He was oddly ... what was the word? Touched.

"Fine," he told her.

She gave him a slight smile, then returned to her typing.

Wagner watched her fingers move quickly over the keyboard. Ms. Scott was the perfect assistant. Always punctual and always efficient. They'd worked together over four years now. If she'd shown concern in the past, he hadn't noticed.

Why now?

Developing an affinity was only natural. He'd been alarmed the time her car wouldn't start. When he'd checked it out for her, he'd discovered the car was so dilapidated he'd insisted she find more reliable transportation. The next day, he'd left printouts featuring several reasonably priced, dependable cars on her desk, satisfied she could handle it from there.

Yes, the concern she'd just demonstrated was born out of two people working side by side. Nothing more. And nothing like the thoughts he'd had about her moments before. Those thoughts had no place in their working relationship. Annabelle clicked her mouse a few times and his guilty mind shifted back to work.

(Continues...)



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Excellent read