BUSINESS CASUAL: AN INK & BRAZEN WOMEN NOVELLA

by Leigh, Cassie

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  Gigi would give anything to rollback her day to lunch and hand that card back to Ann or better yet, keep the card and refuse to give that forced promise. Life could be an unforgiving bitch and right now, life clearly had it in for Gigi. Why did it have to be him?

  There was no one in the history of man that made a plain white t-shirt and jeans look that good—except maybe James Dean. Roman’s clothes weren’t plain. They were a statement. A white wall, allowing the brilliant color and bold black lines of ink running up both arms to speak for him. Her panties were insta-soaked just imagining tracing each intricate design with her tongue. Add to that, the amber fire of his eyes, he was just too much. Roman Bishop was the worst kind of temptation.

  If she hoped to keep that ill-fated vow, let alone her precious rules, she would need to turn tail and run back the way she came. Unfortunately, her fat mouth must be under the sway of her hormones or her dwindling bank account.

  “Ann said you need an office manager. So here I am, resume in hand.” She whipped out a crisp sheet of paper from her folder as evidence. He took it without even glancing at the words. “Has the position been filled?”

  “You’re hired.” His voice held a note of awe and his eyes seemed to spark.

  “I’m sorry? Aren’t you going to interview me?” She raised one eyebrow as she looked from Roman to Declan, who stood chuckling beside him.

  He leaned forward across the desk, his fingers gripping the edge, turning his knuckles white. “If you couldn’t do the job, Ann wouldn’t have sent you. You need a job. I have one to fill. What more do I need to know?”