Chase Morgan was simply the hottest male she’d ever seen. Unfortunately, he barely knew she existed outside her role of secretary. And when she finally catches his attention, she wonders what she’d need to do to keep it. Soon she finds herself willing, and able, to meet even his wildest demands… * * * They were at his place, and he was fixing her a drink. She looked round at the living room with interest. The whole art deco thing was really cool; this was no bachelor pad but a real, lived-in kind of home, with lots of room and a calming atmosphere. So why wasn’t she calm? “Thank you,” she said when he handed her the cocktail. She took a hasty gulp, and then had to cough, forcing off the nerves. But then he sat right next to her, and her calm nosedived once again. He’d taken off his jacket and was now in his blue dress shirt, unbuttoned at the column of his throat. “Nervous?” he asked softly almost in her ear, as one arm was slung behind her over the top of the couch.
