Head Over Heels for the Boss (Donovan Brothers) by Susan Meier Read Free Book Online

trim.”
    “I think I’d like a whole new look.”
    Ellie’s eyes sparkled. “Really?”
    Isabelle took a long, steadying breath. “Yes.”
    Barbara Beth clapped her hands together with glee. “This is going to be so much fun.”

Chapter Four
    W hen Devon heard the sound of Izzy moving around in the outer office the next day, he looked up to say good morning, but the words died in his throat.
    Her long straight hair had been cut in a smooth shoulder-length style that made her look like a woman, rather than a cross between a teenager and a migrant farm worker. So did the stylish top and skirt…really nice fitting skirt that showed off a nearly perfect behind.
    She strolled into his office. “What’s on the agenda for today?”
    He rose from the chair behind his desk. “Izzy…Belle…” The name change sank in a little more, cementing in his brain. She wasn’t Izzy anymore. He cleared his throat. “Wow.”
    She lifted the edge of her blunt-cut red hair, as her cheeks turned pink. “It’s drastic, isn’t it?”
    “It’s…” Fantastic. Sexy. Hot… “You look older.” He winced. “I hope that wasn’t an insult.”
    She laughed. “It isn’t.” She casually sat on the chair across from his desk, taking control of the situation, and he slowly returned to his seat, glad one of them was thinking clearly.
    “I looked like a college student the whole way through grad school and the past years working for my parents.”
    She smiled across the desk at him.
    His heart thumped. He couldn’t stop staring at her.
    “It just felt like the right time for my wardrobe to catch up to my age.”
    “You look great. Very professional.” Grateful for the reminder that they were at work and he was her boss, he shifted on his seat. “And speaking of professional, there’s no time like the present to get to work.” He didn’t mean to sound like an old man. Especially since, in Belle’s presence, he didn’t want to be old. Or young. He had no idea what he wanted to feel, but it wasn’t old.
    He cleared his throat. “So how long can you work today?”
    “The funeral is under control, but the wedding’s in two days. So I need all afternoon, tonight, and tomorrow to prepare.” She smiled slightly. “I’m assuming we don’t work on Saturdays.”
    “No. No. Of course not.” She was nothing but professional, but inside he was a bundle of confusion. Her looks had caught up with her age. Her age had caught up to the point where it didn’t matter that she was in her twenties and he was in his thirties. They’d hit that place where people were just adults. She was pretty and happy and smart and everything inside him shouted that he should be allowed to ask her out.
    Which totally confused him. Since when did he have thoughts like this about a co-worker? No. Scratch that. Since when did he have thoughts like this about somebody who worked for him?
    “I noticed the stack of requests for investment money from yesterday is still on your desk,” he said.
    “I think it’s going to take more than two hours to wade through.”
    “Yes. It is.” He leaned forward and put his forearms on the desk. “So why don’t you jump into that, while I make a few phone calls this morning.” He tried a professional smile.
    It worked. She rose from her chair.
    “Since I’ll be busy, just poke your head in and let me know when you’re leaving.”
    “Okay.”
    She turned and walked out to her desk. Devon grabbed his collar and loosened it. The room was hot. His usual business demeanor seemed to have deserted him. But, luckily, there was work to do.
    As he reached for his phone, she sat at the desk, turned on the computer, and lifted the first request for investment money from the big stack by her phone.
    He squinted, looking across his office at her. He hadn’t noticed her fingernails the day before, but today they were a shade of pink that matched the pretty top she had on. Which intrigued him. Painting nails was a girlie