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224 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 1980
“Eleanor’s not much to look at, even though she’s a damned good secretary. I flatter her a little now and then. It doesn’t hurt and,” he added with a heartless smile, “it helps keep her efficiency up.”
“Where else does she have to go? No man will ever want her, that’s for damned sure, and I pay good wages. What else does the little spinster need?”
“My God, you wouldn’t bring five dollars on auction, you little chicken! What do you think you’re going to find out there, some man blind enough to want you?”
"his head lowered and she felt the crush of a man’s lips against her mouth for the first time in her young life. She stiffened..."
"He was kissing her with a violent passion, his tongue running along the edge of her trembling mouth, his teeth nipping sensuously at her lower lip as his hands slid down her back to her hips and arched her against him."
“Please don’t make it any harder for me. I don’t want to be used, like a toy to amuse you when Amanda’s not around. I don’t want to be flirted with. I’m your secretary and you’re my boss, and if it’s going to be any other way than that, then please let me go now. I can’t bear being played with,”
“Please don’t use me to keep your mind off her,” she whispered. His jaw clenched, his nostrils flared. “Is that what you think?” “It’s what I know. I…I couldn’t help overhearing.”
"The first thing I noticed about Amanda was the silky way her skin felt under my hands.”
“I’m going to make you want it this time,” he whispered huskily. “I’m going to make you ache for it.”
“Little innocent, don’t ever let a man touch you like that again unless you’re willing to accept the consequences. It’s too arousing.”
"she reminded him quietly, feeling the hurt as she suddenly remembered that flashy diamond Curry had given his new fiancée. Fiancée!"
"Curry was engaged to Amanda, for heaven’s sake!"
“It’s not fair, Curry,” she said. Her hands fluttered as she clasped them behind her, drinking in the cool breeze that blew off the bubbling water below the bank. “Not to Amanda, not to me. You’re engaged.”
"I won’t be owned, Eleanor. I’m as susceptible to a soft young body as the next man, but there’s a limit to the price I’ll pay for it.” “Aren’t you buying Amanda’s?” she asked"
“Do you think I’d use the back stairs to your bedroom while she spent the better part of her life in Houston, Curry? Is that what you had in mind for me?”
"If you think I’d trade Amanda for a repressed little bundle of piety like you, you’re crazy as hell!” She went white in the face."
“You’re free to go whenever you damned well please, Eleanor,” he added curtly. “Making love to you every day is too damned high a price to pay to keep you at your desk.”
“Don’t be here when I get back,” he told her in a voice so cold it seemed to choke him. “Get your bags packed today, and get out! I never want to set eyes on you again, do you hear?”
“Good riddance,” he murmured.