His Perfect Woman

"WANNA PLAY DOCTOR?" Bryan Booker looked up from his computer and froze. Now that the latest agency temp had his attention, the woman gave him a smile impossible to misinterpret and sashayed over to his desk. She perched on the edge, fingering the stapler with suggestive strokes while she gave him another comegetme glance. "I thought maybe I'd stay and keep you company this evening. I'm sure we could...get some things done." She leaned closer, until her top gaped and he got an inyourface view down the Vnecked smock to her Victoria's Secret bra. He swallowed a sigh. The fact he knew what brand of underwear she wore by sight alone was certainly indication that he knew too much about women's lingerieand not enough about hiring employees. "Tricia" "You're not looking up porn sites, are you?" Her tone chided, but her salacious expression stated all too clearly she wished he were. Bryan forced a tired smile. "Just emailing my parents. They're touring Europe for their fortieth anniversary." "How romantic." Tricia leaned over even more and began to caress his arm. "Bryan, I was wondering...would you like to have dinner with me? I know you said we had to keep it all business during office hours, and I understand because of what a stickinthemud Janice is, but she's not here, we're officially closed" she almost purred the words "and I bought something special today at lunch that I would love to show you." Frowning, Bryan carefully plucked her hand from his arm and got to his feet. In response, Tricia lowered the leg she had crossed, leaving him plenty of room to step between if he so chose, but instead he grasped her wrist and tugged her off the desk. After the invitation she'd just tossed out, she probably thought he was about to lead her upstairs to his apartment. He turned down the hall toward the reception area and waiting room, stopping in his tracks once he spotted the mess Tricia had neglected to clean up. A desk was under there somewhere. "You didn't get the filing done?" he asked needlessly, pained at the sight of all the work he'd have to sort through before reopening his doors on Monday. he'd wanted to spend the weekend with his granddad, maybe take him out for a drive in the convertible since the weather was supposed to be mild. That wouldn't be happening now. "No, not exactly. Between the patients and phones, and those horribly written notes you expect me to transcribe, I didn't have time. But...how about you let me make it up to you another way?" Her palms found his shoulders and she pressed her ample breasts against his chest. "I promise you'll like what I have in mind." "You took a twohour lunch." The results of which were contained in a pink Victoria's Secret bag sitting beside her purse. The knowledge that the nearest store was an hour away brought to mind his hellish afternoon of trying to keep up with patients, files and phones instead of the sensual pleasures advertised so prettily. "You missed me?" Her smile widened, and seconds later she held a handful of gauzy fluff. "It wasn't easy making a decision in such a rush," she murmured before holding it up in front of her. She bit her lower lip before sliding him a coy glance. "Come on, Bryan, say something. Do you like it?" He frowned again. "Tricia, I meant what I said about keeping relationships professional in this office." Tricia's otherwise pretty features pinched into a series of lines and grooves. "That wasn't just for Janice's benefit?" "No. You left me high and dry while you shopped, and you didn't return when you were supposed to, knowing Janice wasn't here to pitch in and cover for you." His fulltime R.N. had become a grandmother as of two o'clock that morning. A preacher's wife, JanStockham, Kay is the author of 'His Perfect Woman ', published 2007 under ISBN 9780373781690 and ISBN 0373781695.