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Too Hot To Handle
By Barbara Daly Harlequin Enterprises Ltd.
ISBN: 0373259875
Chapter One
"You need to get laid."
Dumbfounded, Sarah Nevins stared across her desk at Macon Trent, congenital nerd and, as the guy who kept the computers up and running at Great Graphics! her most essential employee. Otherwise, she'd fire him on the spot.
"Don't hold back, Macon," she said, forcing her lips into a tight little smile. "Just be blunt."
"As blunt as you were with Ray just now?"
Sarah's steady gaze wavered. "What exactly did I say to Ray?"
"You told him his copy for the RemCom brochure sucked blood from chickens. It was not your usual management style."
Sarah sank her face into her hands. "Where is he? I have to apologize."
"He's in the rest room crying."
"Okay, as soon as he comes out." She rocked her head from side to side. "I don't know what made me do it."
"You aren't like the Sarah we keep working for in spite of our miserable paychecks. How long has it been since you went out with a man?"
Sarah raised her head to glare at him. "Macon, that's even worse than asking a woman how much she weighs." He needed contact lenses, a personal shopper and a lengthy session with Miss Manners.
"Oh. Thanks for the tip." His reflective pause was brief. "I think your last date was about a year and a half ago. With our cardstock salesman." He lifted an eyebrow. "Our former cardstock salesman."
She gritted her teeth. Even Miss Manners would find Macon a challenge. "I didn't like his yellows.He took it personally."
His other eyebrow winged upward. She gave up the fight. After a deep, mood-changing sigh, she said, "Maybe you're right. Maybe I should start looking around for a new relationship." She, at least, had some manners, some delicacy of expression. But she wouldn't be looking for a relationship, she'd be looking for a man, somebody to satisfy the needs only a man could satisfy.
"Don't do anything foolish."
"Do I ever?"
"Not at the office."
"Not anywhere. I'll meet a man through friends, or find a bonded carpenter or plumber. A union man with credentials."
The search and capture wouldn't be too difficult. Her standards were reasonable and easily met. He should be clean - drug-free, disease-free, and addicted to daily showers, deodorants, and promising toothpastes - and lacking a record of abusive behavior. Other than that, almost anyone would do. She wasn't looking for a man to share her dreams, make her rich, raise her consciousness, enhance her knowledge, or give her a home and children. Many years ago when she was young and hopeful, she'd wanted those things with Alex - Alexander Asquith-Emerson - and she still felt that if she couldn't have them with him, she didn't want them.
"Sarah ..." Macon seemed to gather up something within himself as he leaned forward. "These days the world is a dangerous place for women. Maybe I could fill the current void. You and I know and understand each other, and all I feel for you is the deepest respect. No strings. No promises except my promise of total discretion. I could get you over your rough spot."
Today was apparently going to be studded with shocks, so she might as well get used to them. Sarah gazed into his eyes, seeing nothing there but an earnest need to help her out, and as magnified as Macon's eyes were behind the Coke-bottle lenses of his glasses, you could pretty much see whatever was there. But he'd given her an opening to say something to him she'd been wanting to say for a long time, if she could get her mind off her own problems long enough to grasp the opportunity.
"Macon," she said with great solemnity, "I am deeply flattered by your offer, and I'm tempted to accept it. You have no idea how attractive a man you are."
He actually could be, if it weren't for those glasses, his depressing sartorial choices, and a haircut that looked as if he'd done it himself. She rarely noticed Macon's looks. She was too dependent on his genius.
"That's what my landlady tells me," Macon admitted. "She's always after me to buy clothes, get a better barber."
Any barber. "Listen to her," Sarah said. "A few outside changes would give you self-confidence. Personally, I'm extremely fond of you just as you are. But I have made a vow not to have sex with my professional colleagues. You saw what happened with the cardstock salesman. When I rejected his yellows, I lost his reds, the best reds on the market." She sighed, still stung by the loss. "Most people have a religion to guide them," she added for good measure. "That's mine."
Macon nodded, apparently not at all hurt by her refusal. "It's one of the things I respect you for. Just thought I'd make the offer. Save you time and hassle."
"I really appreciate it, but you deserve something more."
"Oh, come on, Sarah."
"I'm serious about this. And what I want you to do -" She got up, came around the desk and sat on the arm of his chair. "What I want you to do," she repeated softly, "is go out and find someone who will love you romantically as much as I love you as a friend and colleague. Somebody who will appreciate all those qualities that make me love you. Maybe even -" she put her hand under his chin and tilted his head up until his eyes goggled directly into hers " - maybe even somebody who wants strings, something permanent."
She had him mesmerized. His lips parted. "Why are you so sure you don't want something permanent yourself?"
She let go of his chin and stood up. He'd surprised her again. She felt uneasy, fidgety. "Maybe I just can't see past you," she said in a sexy growl he couldn't possibly take seriously.
In fact, he laughed. "Okay, okay," he said. "Just ..." He was grave again. "Just be careful, okay?"
"Absolutely." But not in the way he imagined. She had no fear for her physical safety. All she had to protect was her heart.
Excerpted from Too Hot To Handle by Barbara Daly
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