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

thing tomboy Izzy wouldn’t have done. But, then again, everything about the way she looked today messed with his mind. Especially the way his thoughts jumped to how those pretty long nails would feel scraping down his naked back.
    Completely oblivious, Izzy put her elbow on her desk and her chin on her closed fist, totally engrossed in her reading.
    He shook his head. Good grief. He was acting like a fool. No. Not just a fool. A sex-starved fool. And this wasn’t him. He was a buttoned-down, hard worker, who took his responsibilities seriously. Sure, he had his adventures with women, but none of them on the job.
    Pretty or not. Sexy or not. Interesting in a way that had him sitting up and taking notice or not… She was still an employee.
    He reached for his phone and hit the speed dial number for Elias Fornwalt.

    I sabelle read for two straight hours. Devon’s reaction had been about what Barbara Beth had predicted. He’d be polite. Say all the right things. And then stare at her while he tried to get his bearings.
    Barbara Beth had also told her not to be in a hurry. To let things happen. She hadn’t tried to push him. She hadn’t put them in close proximity or made up questions so she could go into his office, stand beside his chair, and bend close so he could smell her perfume. She’d been a good girl.
    But the time she could afford to spend at the office today was up. She didn’t just have to get to Buds and Blossoms. She had to go home first and change into something suitable for making flower arrangements.
    With a disappointed sigh, she rose from her seat, turning to say good-bye to Devon, but he was right behind her. He stood so close that they were toe to toe.
    She looked up.
    He looked down.
    A crazy feeling of rightness flooded her. She swore she felt waves of heat radiating from him. But with her gaze held by his mesmerizing brown eyes, she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak. The feeling of rightness became a plume of longing. For two seconds, she thought about standing on her tiptoes and kissing him. Then she remembered Barbara Beth’s advice that it was always better to let the man do the chasing.
    She cleared her throat. “I…um…was just on my way to Buds and Blossoms.”
    He quickly stepped away from her and ran his hand along the back of his neck. “I just came out to see if you have any questions.”
    “Actually, I have a lot of questions.” She pointed at the notebook on her desk. “I started writing them down. I thought it might be better for us to sit down and talk about everything at the same time.”
    He took another step back. “Yeah. That’s a good idea.”
    It hit her then that she made him uncomfortable, and her chest tightened. She didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable around her. The man was a dynamo who took what he wanted. If he wanted her, he wouldn’t hem and haw about it. He’d take her. Yet he looked at her as if she were a foreign object.
    This stupid makeover was having exactly the opposite effect!
    She grabbed the little beige clutch bag Barbara Beth had lent to her. “I won’t be in the rest of today or tomorrow. So I’ll see you Monday.”
    He nodded, and she raced out of the office and up the hall to the front door, wondering how the hell she’d gotten herself into this position and if it was too late to back out. It might take months for her hair to grow back, but in ten minutes she’d be in jeans again and a T-shirt with a flower on the front. She could go back to being plain Izzy Cooper.
    “Izzy, is that you?”
    LuAnn.
    Isabelle stopped, feeling caught like a criminal racing to escape the federal pen.
    Turning in the direction of LuAnn’s voice, she called, “Just on my way out, Mrs. Donovan.”
    She took a few steps toward the kitchen. LuAnn met her in the big open space between the kitchen and the fancy seating area.
    “Well, don’t you look nice?” She smiled. “Doesn’t she look nice, Devon?”
    She spun around. She hadn’t even realized