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mind with his kisses until she didn’t know—or care—what she was doing.
    You’re doing this for your business. Forget the kiss.

    A little more than thirty minutes later, Jill stood in the center of the room Chet assured her was hers. The size was double that of her apartment. Soft, muted shades of lavender reflected bright sunlight off the walls, and pale yellow and purple striped curtains matched the comforter spread across the huge brass bed centered in the room. All very girlish, it fed her not-so-secret addiction to pretty, frilly things.
    French doors beside a white brick fireplace opened to a small balcony off the back, with wide stone steps leading poolside. She breathed in the light aroma of lilac from the bushes outside her room. Plush, perfect lawns filled her view.
    Chet told her to make herself at home and enjoy the pool as well as the sauna, indoor theater, and billiard room. She pinched the soft skin under her wrist until she flinched, just to make sure this wasn’t a dream.

    Several hours later, after unpacking and finishing a solitary dinner, Jill snuggled beneath her comforter. She doubted her ability to sleep, her surroundings too new. Plus, she couldn’t get past the thought that Chet-alicious probably lay in his own bed right above her—his suite of rooms was one floor up, exactly over hers.
    Doubt plagued her as she punched her pillow for the umpteenth time, rolling from her side to her back. Bad luck had chased her for the last twelve months, starting with that kiss. How odd that everything was changing for the better—and again it started with Chet. His offer seemed too good to be true. Hopefully he didn’t have an ulterior motive in giving her this opportunity, like a couple of her past bosses had over the last year.

    The next morning, Jill slid her fingers along the stainless-steel workspace in the kitchen. The mix of wooden cabinets and professional-grade appliances—including the double-door fridge and eight-burner gas stove with a pot-filler faucet—would be any chef’s dream. If she died in the next five minutes, she’d go happy.
    She walked through the archway leading into the foyer. Chet’s voice coming from his office led her down the spacious, artwork-lined hall.
    She’d planned to have his breakfast prepared before he’d come down. Not familiar with his schedule yet, she wasn’t sure when he’d wake. Now she knew he was an early riser.
    Before her fist connected with the heavy wooden door, his words from the other side stopped her.
    “You know I only have two uses for women, and both of them require a bed.”
    Her body tightened and she dropped her clenched fist to her side.
    His chuckle drew her in and she leaned closer. “A romp between the sheets for sure.” Faint footsteps paced the floor. “Now that I have a woman chef, I have three uses.”
    Silence followed, and Jill assumed whoever was on the other end of the line spoke.
    “Damn straight, bro. At least she’s decent looking and I can expect something more for dinner than a drive-thru meal or my famous peanut butter and jelly bachelor’s special.” His laughter closed around her chest.
    She forgot to breathe. She knew she shouldn’t be listening but couldn’t pull herself away.
    “A gentleman never kisses and tells.”
    How dare he talk about women like that, and how dare he throw her into the mix. Her mother always said eavesdroppers never heard anything good.
    She was tempted to walk out the door and never look back. Or burn his toast and dump coffee grounds in his morning cup of joe. But she’d be an idiot to jeopardize this opportunity.
    Heat flared across her cheeks, and she banged her fist against the door with more force than intended.
    The door swung open, and he met her gaze, full of spunk and humor. He raised one finger in the universal gesture to give him a second. He looked amazing with the morning light shining through the window behind him—all tan, tall, and Greek-godlike. She shoved