Spies Don't Fall for Their Asset (Romancing the Spy, #1)

by Meg Easton

Guys in suits are my Kryptonite. The chink in my armor. My catnip. If I had to work in an office with Jace and see him dressed like that all the time… well, let’s just say that whatever work I did would be riddled with mistakes and never finished by its deadline.

“You, Mackenzie,” he says as he spins me, then meets my eyes again, “are anything but forgettable.” The way he’s looking at me makes me believe it.

“So, you don’t need me to be charming, alluring, or exercise all of my ‘feminine wiles’ on you?” Jace turns to breathe into my ear, tickling my neck as he does, “You have been all along.”

Or maybe Hollywood doesn’t. Or maybe they’re the “less sexy” agencies, so Hollywood doesn’t care. You let me down, Hollywood.