Brave Enough (23 page)

Jasper

I watch her lush lips part, her breathing already shallow. She's off-kilter. Just the way I like. “Are you Tracey's friend?” she asks, finding a coherent thought and clinging to it.

“I am,” I reply, reaching around her to lay the pencil on the desk. The action brings my face to within an inch of hers and our arms brush. I hear the soft gasp of her inhalation.

“Why didn't you just tell me? You didn't have to pretend to be a customer.”

Anger. It rushes in to clear away the cobwebs. I can see it in the way her sleepy green eyes start to flash like two fiery emeralds.

“I wanted a few minutes alone with you before you went on guard. Like you are now.”

“Why? Am I being interviewed or something? I thought
I
was the one hiring
you.
”

“You are. But I like to know who I'm working for when I take a job like this.”

While the look on her face says she doesn't approve of my tactic, she's too curious to let it go. “And?”

“And what?”

“And what did you find out? What do you
think
you figured out about me in ten minutes of silence?”

I hold her gaze for long, quiet seconds before I speak. I sense how uncomfortable it makes her. I'm used to it. Such directness makes
most people
uncomfortable, but that doesn't stop me. Keeping others off balance is always a benefit to me. “I don't need to
interrogate
you to learn things about you. Being
with you
is enough.”

“Yeah, right,” she scoffs, trying for casual.

“For instance, you're a hard worker who takes her job seriously, even though I don't think it's really the job you
want to be
working. You're good at this, but you're not quite at home here, which tells me that this isn't permanent. You looked sad and distracted when I came in, like you might be missing someone. Maybe
that
is where home is. And then there's the fact that you're trying to hire me. I'd say that accounts for the worried frown I keep seeing between your eyebrows.”

Her mouth drops open for a few seconds before she snaps it shut. “Is that all?” she asks sarcastically, pulling her vest tighter around her middle like she feels naked. I'm used to that, too. No one likes to feel exposed, like their secrets aren't theirs to keep anymore.

“No, that's not all, but I doubt you want to hear the rest.”

She eyes me warily for a few seconds before she raises her chin, eyes locked bravely onto mine. “Of course I do.”

She's courageous. Ballsy. I like that.

“Well, just off hand you have a good eye for color, which makes me think you're artistic. Artists are usually very . . . emotional. I'd say that when you're not consumed with concern you have a tendency to throw yourself into the way you feel regardless of potential outcomes.”

“You can't possibly know that.”

“I can. And I do. Just like I know you wash your hair in something that contains lilac.” Her eyes widen, but she says nothing so I continue, leaning in ever so slightly. “And then there's the fact that you're attracted to me. You don't want to be. You probably even think that you
shouldn't be
, but that's like catnip for you, isn't it?”

She's shaken. Visibly shaken, but I don't back off. I don't give her a centimeter of the space I can see that she needs. I want her this way—off balance, uncertain. She's the kind of woman who would rather
feel
than
think
if she has a choice. And that's good for me. Not only will it serve my purposes
very
well, it's also sexy as hell.

Her cheeks blaze with a rush of blood and I think about running my finger over her skin to see if it's as silky as it looks. But I don't. At this point that would be too much. I'm nothing if not intuitive. And controlled. In my line of work, I have to be.

I actually smile when she steps out from between the desk and me. I can see by her expression that she's choosing to ignore my assessment altogether. It's much easier than trying to deny the truth.

“You, um, you said ‘take a job like this.' A job like
what
? I thought this is what you do.”

I cross my arms over my chest. “My jobs aren't
exactly
like this, but they're close enough. The main thing is that I . . . find things. And I'm damn good at it. So tell me, beautiful, what can I find for you?”

New York Times
and
USA Today
bestselling author
M. Leighton
enjoys letting her mind wander to more romantic settings with sexy Southern guys, much like the one she married and the ones you'll find in her latest books: the Tall, Dark, and Dangerous novels, including
Tough Enough
and
Strong Enough
; the Wild Ones novels; and the Bad Boys novels
.
When her thoughts aren't roaming in that direction, she'll be riding wild horses, skiing the slopes of Aspen, or scuba diving with a hot rock star, all without leaving the cozy comfort of her
office.

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