Tempting The Boss

pounding. "What exactly are

cast in the dim glow of his office. "A test, Miss

composure despite the erratic beat of her h

voice carrying an undeniable challenge. "A real test. One t

epad in her hands, the cool leather

manner. And yet, there was nothing relaxed about the way his eyes assessed her, measured her. "Tomorrow evening, I have a hig

more dangerous whispering through her veins. "Your...date?" she repeat

requires more than just business acumen. It requires

something else she refused to name. Excitement? No. She wouldn't allow herself

s gaze-calculated amusement, perhaps. "Then I'll have to find someone e

it, it was working. She prided herself on her ability to navigate difficult situations, and backin

entail as your 'date'?" she asked,

with the right impression." His voice dipped lower, almost consp

hrough her spine, an unspoken implication laced within his words. Isa

shoulders. "Fi

ng. "Good. I'll have a dress sent to your apart

he blush creeping up her neck. The moment her han

nd Isa

glancing back o

devilish. "Try no

how easily he got under her skin. She tilted her he

in for just a moment before she stepped into the hallway, inhaling sharply. This was suppose

n, that nothing about

st a challenge

she was ready to play-or if