Undercover Passion by Raye Morgan Read Free Book Online

had. She’d met him at a Chamber of Commerce meeting where she’d been gamely trying to drum up some business for her flagging public relations firm.
    He’d been very friendly to her. In fact, he had a way of talking that had made her feel as though she was the only person in the room, the only person he cared about at all. It was sort of thrilling, actually, to have this famous media star act as though he was interested in her and her alone. She’d felt lighter than air that day.
    She’d overheard him complaining about his PR team and she’d immediately begun to thinkabout going after the job. It had helped a lot to restore some of her wavering confidence when he’d seemed so impressed with her work.
    â€œThe man pretty much saved my life,” she admitted to herself, reaching into the closet to pull out the blue silk suit she wanted to wear to the seminar. “Well, my professional life, anyway.”
    She paused, staring into space. Did that mean she had a…“thing” for Dr. Richie? She wasn’t sure. For some crazy reason, Daniel O’Callahan flashed into her mind at exactly the moment she started to conjure up a picture of the good doctor.
    â€œUgh!”
    She shook that image away. Why was that man cluttering up her brain? He was annoying, obnoxious and just plain infuriating. And he seemed to take such pleasure in being a jerk.
    Okay, so maybe he was sort of good-looking in a hard and dangerous way. And maybe he had made her laugh a time or two. Still, the way he always seemed to be looking for motives behind everything she did was downright offensive. She was going to avoid him like the plague from now on.
    She slid the blue silk skirt up around her hips,wondering why it seemed to be more of an effort than usual. And then the zipper stuck. Looking into the mirror, she noticed the way the fabric was pulling and groaned. She was gaining weight. And she was going to have to find something else to wear.
    â€œMing, I’m fat,” she told her cat, who was busy laying down a carpet of black cat hairs in the middle of her white bedspread.
    Ming looked up, narrowed her eyes critically, but didn’t comment.
    Tugging the skirt off, Abby began to look around for an alternative, and her gaze fell on the jar of NoWait, the new weight-reduction oil Dr. Richie had developed, sitting on her dresser.
    She hesitated. Should she try it? Dr. Richie had given her a sample to use in order to get acquainted with the product and its effects, but she’d thought she might just pass on that. Still, it was true that she ought to know all about what she promoted. Maybe it was time to do exactly that.
    She picked up the jar and curled her fingers around it. The feel was nice, hefty and smooth, and the look was inviting. Carefully, she twistedoff the top. The scent that drifted up was fresh, a sort of musky citrus that had an exotic allure.
    â€œWhy not?” she murmured. Using her forefinger, she dabbed some behind one ear. It felt cool on her skin. She did the same behind the other ear, then closed the jar and looked at herself expectantly in the dresser mirror.
    Well, what now? She didn’t feel any different.
    Shrugging, she turned to her closet to find something else to wear. Time would tell and she didn’t have any of that left for lollygaging. The seminar was due to start in a little over an hour and she should really be there early to help set up.
    A mint-green silk suit replaced the blue one. The skirt was a little snug, too, but not as bad as the other, and she was dressed and ready to go in no time.
    â€œWish me luck,” she said to her cat as she pulled out her car keys and started for the garage. “I’m jumping into the deep end tonight.”
    Ming regarded her with a complete lack of interest in her golden eyes. In fact, she stretched out her leg and began cleaning it intently, just to prove she wasn’t going to waste any more of her