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fun with her and now she’d be strictly off limits?
     The thought was encouraging and at the same time … disappointing.
    *   *   *
    Jessica picked up the ringing phone from her desk.
    “He’s back,” Melanie said from the other end. “He wants you to come to his office.”
    “Thanks.”
    She saved the document she’d been working on and grabbed a pen and spiral pad from
     her desk so she could take notes. Melanie had shown her where the office supplies
     were and given her some materials to read until Dane—Mr. Ranier—could talk to her.
    She left her office, which was situated beside her boss’ office, and glanced at Melanie
     who was sitting at her desk a few yards away.
    “When he’s expecting you, just go right in,” Melanie said.
    Jessica opened his office door and went inside. He glanced up from his computer and
     stood, then gestured toward a sitting area by one of the large windows. There were
     two easy chairs facing a low, round table. In another part of the office, there was
     a high table surrounded by chairs where he might hold more formal meetings, but this
     spot was clearly meant for more relaxed conversations.
    She sat down and set the pad and pen on the table, within easy reach.
    “The job you’ve been hired for is to be my personal assistant,” he said.
    Had he put ever so slight an emphasis on personal ? But after the conversation with Melanie, she realized she was being a little crazy.
     Why would a wealthy businessman like Dane Ranier hire her just to get sex? With his
     looks and confident demeanor, he could have any woman he set his mind on, without
     need of offering her employment, or anything else for that matter. He oozed masculinity.
     All he’d have to do is smile and women would drop to their knees.
    She should know. She had.
    “How is that different from what Melanie does for you?” she asked.
    “Melanie is my secretary. You are my personal assistant, so you’ll be doing more personal
     things for me.”
    A tingle danced along her spine as she remembered some of the very personal things
     she’d done for him that night. Damn it, she thought she’d avoided the whole morning-after
     awkwardness by slipping out of the hotel early, but it had returned with a vengeance.
     Her gaze flicked to his but she ensured her expression remained neutral.
    *   *   *
    This morning, Dane had been shocked to discover that Jessica actually thought he’d
     hired her just so he could have sex with her. When she’d said she wouldn’t take the
     job because of her anxiety about it, he knew they had a problem they needed to deal
     with. But that hadn’t been the time. He’d decided she’d needed a little time to calm
     down and think about it, so he’d sent her away.
    Sure, he’d love to continue a physical relationship with her, but she clearly wasn’t
     comfortable with that.
    He sighed. “Jessica, it seems we have an issue.”
    “We do?” Her eyes widened slightly.
    “When I say you need to do personal things for me, I’m not talking about you dropping
     to your knees and unzipping my pants.” Though at the thought of her kneeling in front
     of him, her fingers brushing against the fabric covering his shaft, it began to swell.
     “I’m talking about you picking up my dry cleaning, sometimes getting me coffee, ensuring
     I have everything I need when I head to a meeting.”
    Her cheeks tinged pink, but the rest of her expression was unreadable.
    “And occasionally you may have to work after hours. I have projects outside the office
     that I need help with and that’s also part of your job as my assistant. I don’t want
     to have you quivering in fear of being seduced every time I ask you to work late.”
     He raised an eyebrow. “Is that understood?”
    She nodded, but he wasn’t sure she was convinced. They both knew she really needed
     this job, so despite her earlier claim that maybe she couldn’t accept the position,
     he was sure she would cling to it