His mood was happy, ecstatic even, and it had everything to do with one particular woman and one very special afternoon. A classic that used to play on his grandparent’s turntable wafted into his head. Yes, what a difference a day makes. Based on how Marissa had reacted after the loving was over and the spell had lifted, his battle to win her heart was nowhere near done. It had been the quietest ride ever back to the hotel and once she’d showered and rejoined him in the office, he knew that it had just begun.* * *“We need to talk about what happened.” Marissa entered Donovan’s office without knocking: no jewelry, no smile and no preamble.Donovan nodded. “Have a seat.”“I’d rather not.” Realizing that she’d spoken more harshly than intended, and that, literal romp in the hay aside, Donovan was technically still her boss and not so technically her permanent employer’s brother-in-law, she backtracked. “What I mean is, there’s a lot of work to be done and what I have to say won’t take long.
