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I’m one of the
vineyard workers. That’s what I applied for. My great-uncle back home where I’m
from used to have a small grape garden, we used to call it. He died a while
back and the estate was sold but since we moved to the US when I was a kid,
I’ve always been fascinated by farms and home-grown produce.”
    “Good,” Blue nodded her head, equally
enrapt.
    “Mr. Romero…I mean, Zack is awesome. He
gives all of us experience with every facet of the business. I’ve never seen
anyone like him before. He’s like mega rich but he's so down-to-earth. Well
there’s a lot of rich, self-made businessmen who sort of stay in touch with
reality these days. He’s one of them. You’ll love him.”
    Oh, I
already do.
    “Miss Monroe, good of you to come.” The
silky, deep voice that interrupted their conversation caused a tingling
reaction to course through Blue's blood.
    Blue’s mouth fell open for the first time
today.
    The man approached her was not really the
businessman she expected. He appeared to be something else.
    Her breath paused.
    Zack Romero.
    He was more stunning than she remembered. His
dark, shiny, thick hair was brushed off his face with a few tendrils loose at
the front. He had a sexy groomed stubble framing his
luscious lips that caused her belly to flip flop. The man had the most
beautiful face she’d ever seen. Could a man be considered beautiful? This man
could. His dark, sexually-charged eyes, complemented by
his long, dark lashes, gleamed with awesomeness.
    He was taller than Blue remembered, seeing
him up close now. He was inches from her. His hands were in his pockets. He wore
a crisp dark, Italian cut suit. It was an expensive designer inspired suit. She
guessed, maybe Armani, or maybe it was tailored only for him. It had to be.
Look at that broad, muscular frame. He looked like a pro athlete filled out in
the suit. She could see the firmness of his sculpted build under his suit. His
arms must be ripped with muscles she could certainly tell by the way he filled
out in the expensive fabric. His posture was erect as a drill sergeant. Confident and powerful.
    No way in hell could she work under this
man and keep herself under control. Maybe she should turn around and leave. He
was already causing her brain to freeze up. Too much of that
hormone rushing through her frontal lobe.
    Breathe,
Blue.
    Take
a deep breath. He’s just a man. Really.
    No.
He’s a sex god and you know it.
    Never had Blue reacted that way over a man.
He literally stole her breath away. She forgot who she was or why she was
there. She’d almost forgotten that Venus was there, until Venus cleared her
throat.
    Close
your mouth, Blue. Stop drooling.
    He’s a
Romero. Romero men can do that to a woman.
    Yes, she’d heard of the Romero men having
that type of magical, sexually potent effect on the feminine gender. It was no
wonder they were always in the tabloid for naughty behavior despite their remarkable
accomplishments in various industries.
    “Th-th-thank you,” Blue managed. Okay, why
was she acting like such a love-struck idiot? Snap back to reality, girl. It’s a job. Only a job.
    “Would you care to follow me outside?” he
commanded more than questioned. His sexy gaze held hers and she felt giddy all
of a sudden.
    “S-sure.”
    Zack escorted her outside of the building. Blue
was actually quite grateful. She needed fresh air to level her head. The
sweet-smelling fragrance of the vineyard and surrounding land was perfect for
her senses. Maybe it would clear the way for her sanity to come back.
    She held tightly to her recorder and her
notebook, hugging it to her chest. Blue licked her lips, out of nervousness.
For heaven’s sake, she was a grown woman. A professional. A business
owner. A highly educated journalist. She really
needed to get herself together. But how could this man’s aura and presence
cause this sort of reaction inside her?
    “I was about to fire you, Miss Monroe.”
    Blue halted. Zack, who was