How to Seduce a Billionaire

“Do you hear me, self? Just relax,” she murmured as she ran her hands over her dress to smooth away any wrinkles, then filled two large mugs with hot coffee. “Breathe.”

She stopped at her desk to drop off her own mug and pick up a short stack of mail, then pushed her boss’s door fully open.

“Good morning, Brandon,” she said breezily, and placed the mail on his desk.

“Morning, Kelly,” he said, as he wrote rapidly on a legal pad. “Great to have you back.”

“Thank you, it’s nice to be back.” She placed his mug on his blotter. “Coffee for you.”

“Thanks,” he said absently, still writing. After a moment, he reached for his coffee and looked up. His eyes widened as he cautiously put the cup down. “Kelly?”

“Yes?” She gazed at him, then blinked. “Oh, sorry. You wanted the Dream Coast file. I’ll be right back with it.”

“Kelly?” His voice sounded strained.

She stopped and turned. “Yes, Brandon?”

He was staring at her in… disbelief? Shock? Horror? Oh, dear. Not a good sign. And the longer he stared, the more nervous she became.

“Oh, come on,” she said. “I don’t look bad enough to have stunned you into speechlessness.” She fiddled with her dress collar as she felt heat moving up her neck and settling into her cheeks. No need to be embarrassed, she scolded herself.

“But, what did you do to…” His voice trailed off as he continued to stare at her face.

“Oh, you mean the contact lenses? Yeah. It was time for a change. Be right back with the file.”

“Kelly.” His tone was demanding.

She turned again. He was still staring, this time at her hair. With a sigh, she brushed a strand back from her cheek. “I had it lightened and shaped. No big deal.” Then she waved him off and rushed to find the file.

Great. If Brandon was any example, people would be staring at her as if she were an alien. How was she supposed to relax and breathe and put her plan into action under those circumstances, darn it?

As she anxiously rifled through the file drawer, she heard the distinctive sound of Brandon’s leather executive chair rolling back from his desk. Seconds later, he was standing in the doorway. Still staring.

“Kelly?” he said again.

She stared up at him from the files. “Why do you keep saying my name?”

“Just making sure it’s you.”

“Well, it is, so cut it out,” she told him, then found what she was looking for. “Ah, here’s that file.”

“What did you do?”

“You asked me that already.”

“And I’m still waiting for an answer.”

Her shoulders drooped for a split second, then she straightened. There was no reason to feel self-conscious, especially not with Brandon. He’d given her glowing reviews and generous raises. He respected and admired her ability to work hard and solve problems. He was her employer, not her overlord, for goodness sake. “I got a little makeover.”

“Little?”

She raised one shoulder in a casual shrug. “That’s right. I lost a few pounds, got a haircut, some contact lenses. No big deal.”

“It is from where I’m standing. You don’t even look like you.”

“Of course I look like me.” She wasn’t about to mention the week spent at the pricey spa or the private etiquette and speech lessons. He would think she’d gone insane. Maybe she had. She’d always been levelheaded, and rational to the point of being called a nerd back in college. Now she wasn’t sure what they would call her.

“But you’re wearing a dress,” he said accusingly.

She looked down, then back at him. “Why, yes, I am. Is that a problem?”

It was his turn to look discomfited as he took a step back. “No. God, no. No problem at all. You look great. It’s just that…” Scrubbing his jaw with his knuckles, he searched for the words. “You don’t wear dresses.”

He’d noticed? Color her surprised. With a resolute smile, she said, “I do now.”

“I guess so,” he said, searching her face, still looking doubtful. “Well, like I said, you look great. Really great.”

“Thank you,” she said, still smiling. “I feel great.”

“Yeah. That’s great.” He nodded, then gritted his teeth and exhaled heavily.

If everything was great, why was he scowling?

“Oh!” she said, feeling ridiculous as she thrust the thick manila folder at him. “Here’s the Dream Coast file.”

His hand grazed hers as the file passed between them and she felt a buzz of awareness all the way up her arm.

Brandon’s frown lines deepened. “Thanks.”

“Sure thing.”

He walked back into his office, then turned. “It’s great to have you back.”

And that was how many greats so far? she wondered.

“Thank you,” she said. “And I’ll have the month-end sales figures calculated for you in twenty minutes.”

He closed the door and she sagged down into her chair. Grabbing her own cup of coffee, she took a big gulp. “Oh yeah, it’s great to be back.”

Brandon tossed the Dream Coast file onto his desk and continued walking across the plush office until he reached the floor-to-ceiling window that lined one long wall. He and his team were working out of the owner’s suite on the penthouse level of the Mansion at Silverado Trail, and he never grew tired of the view. Normally, when he gazed out at the gently sloping hills of chardonnay grapevines, he relished the pride he felt when he saw such visible symbols of his family’s success.

A hot air balloon drifted silently in the sky overhead and birds skittered from tree to tree across the hills. But he ignored all of it as he caught the barest whiff of flowers and spice drifting in the air. He wasn’t used to his assistant wearing perfume, or maybe he’d never noticed that she did, but for the first time ever, the arresting scent conjured up visions of a cool hotel room and a hot blonde. Naked. Wrapped in sheets. Under him.

Kelly. He could still smell her. Damn it.

He’d made a fool of himself just now, gaping at her as though she were a juicy steak and he were a starved puppy. Hell, he hadn’t even been able to speak. He’d sounded like a damn parrot, repeating her name over and over. But he would lay the blame for that solely at her feet. She’d succeeded in shocking the hell out of him and that never happened to Brandon Duke.

A makeover? He shook his head as he paced the length of the wall of glass. Who could fathom a woman’s mind? Kelly didn’t need a makeover. She’d been fine the way she was. All business, completely professional, smart, discreet. Never a distraction.