IN BED WITH THE BOSS.

r. She had a nice voice, he found himself thinking for some reason. She looked so unsure of herself and her voice was as fa

nge of black hair swept over her forehead and dark-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, but it didn't hide the

od out. Even in those clothes, he could see that she was curvy. Her waist was slim and judging by her hips, he knew that if she turned around, he'd find himself staring at a very round as

wondering if there was something wrong with her clothes... or maybe her make up. She had a sudden urge to find a mirror even though she had made sure her outfit was fine minutes ago. His

hat deserved a gold medal. But the thoughts she'd incited i

hen she raised an eyebrow questioningly. Apparently, hi

t away, sir

hold his gaze for too long. Damn, if she couldn't even look at him here, how the hell would she bring herself to talk to him when she finally got the ch

vian hid her trembling fingers in her small apron as she quickly turned away-but the impact of meeting Scott McCall

ance. And it wasn't going to be easy, she knew that. Getting an agency placement to waitress at this party had been the easy bit-the hard s

think you were doing out there?" demanded an elderly

manager and scratched her head. "I just asked the

rted at her. "Do you have any i

your wages. A popular, important and successful business and if anyone here is going to be offering him drinks then it's going to be me, not you. Get that in

st...just water.

ondered if she was always like that. She seemed to be a ve

specify which

ing clawing her eyes out. "So you are te

afraid I didn't ask him. I

ially when she was already nervous. She squirmed beneath the look of rage on the woman's face. She looked so angry and Vivian was sure that she was a

e supposed to do and don't make any more silly mistakes. Since you didn't ask which one he wants, offer him both still and spark

ere. Probably to find someone else to yell at, Vivian