Seduced by the CEO

“I’m not married,” said Kalissa.

“Give me a break.”

“Kalissa?” Megan interrupted.

“No, seriously,” said Kalissa. She stripped the glove from her left hand and wiggled her fingers to show him.

“The diamond is probably in your safe.”

“Kalissa.”

“I don’t have a safe.”

Megan grasped her shoulder from behind, stepping closer. “Kalissa, he thinks you’re Darci.”

Kalissa twisted her neck to look at her friend. “What?”

“She is Darci,” said the man.

“Darci,” Megan repeated with a meaningful stare.

“Darci Colborn?” Kalissa asked, the lightbulb coming on inside her head.

“This is ridiculous,” said the man.

Kalissa turned back to him, realizing there was a simple explanation. “I get it. I’m not Darci Colborn. I look a little bit like her.”

“A little bit?” asked Megan.

“The jig is up,” said the man.

“There is no jig, and it’s not up. I’m Kalissa Smith. I can prove it. I have identification.”

He peered at her, and the minutes stretched by. It was obvious his brain was piecing through the situation.

“What have you got against Darci Colborn?” she asked him.

“I’ve never even met her.”

“Then, that’s why you’re confused. She’s quite different than me in person.”

“You know her?” he asked.

“I’ve seen videos.”

“They’re twins,” said Megan.

“We don’t know that,” Kalissa said to Megan.

“You should contact her,” said Megan.

“Shut up,” said Kalissa, having no intention of getting into that debate again, now or in the future.

“This is going to keep happening,” said Megan.

“It’s a fluke.”

“You’re a landscape designer?” asked the man.

“Yes.”

“Your name is Kalissa Smith.”

“Says it right there on the card.”

“And you don’t know Darci Colborn?”

“Didn’t even know she existed until last week. It’s weird, but it’s no big deal.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, looking like he probably was, even though he was still watching her intently.

“No problem.”

The strength of his gaze sent a shimmer through her chest. He really was an incredibly good looking man. He was tall, fit, and somewhere around thirty. Too bad she was such a mess. And too bad his interest had nothing to do with her personally.

“Can I keep the card?” he asked.

“Do you own a house?” asked Megan, stepping up beside Darci. “Do you have a yard?”

He pocketed the card. “I do. Goodnight, ladies.”

“Goodnight,” Kalissa automatically echoed.

With a nod, he turned to walk back to the restaurant.

“He was hot,” said Megan.

“He was strange,” said Kalissa, watching his broad shoulders as the glass door opened and then swung closed behind him.

But she had to admit, he was also hot. There was something extraordinarily sexy in his deep voice. Part of her hoped he might actually call. Against all logic, that same part couldn’t help but hope it would be about more than just landscaping.

Two (#ulink_05eac231-c720-50f4-9392-c290b2954849)

The next evening, sitting on his deck with Ashton, Riley was still trying to figure out Kalissa Smith.

His brother’s wife had a sister. She had a sexy, feisty, secret twin sister. And nobody seemed to know she existed.

“Setting aside the ‘how on earth’ questions,” said Ashton, helping himself to a slice of pizza from the carton on the wood slat table between them.