Letting Go!

Because that voice had flowed over him like silk and sex.

Tony had known that Emma couldn’t possibly look as good as she sounded. He knew he’d get over the infatuation when they finally met. Then they’d become friends because talking to Emma made him feel good. Besides, he was better at friendship than dating. For some reason, no matter how attractive the woman he was dating, one of his programs usually wooed him and the woman walked away.

What he needed was a woman who could seduce him from his cyber world.

The Shark walked by in sharp, echoing heels. He avoided eye contact by pretending to be reading the printout in his hand. Not that she’d know him. He’d managed to avoid her so far.

She was striking in a sleek way, but Emma’s softer beauty was even more attractive. Once he’d seen Emma, he’d had difficulty imagining her as just a friend. She looked like a character who had just stepped out of a Camelot novel. Or out of one of the role-playing games he preferred when he got tired of programming. He enjoyed adventures with knights, dragons, quests and swordplay.

He spent a lot of time rescuing the princess.

However, this princess had enough gumption to rescue herself, and he knew from their conversations that she was also a smart, funny, sexy woman, even if right now she was hiding out in the break room after a bad breakup.

So she was a bit self-conscious, too. Interesting.

It was a fascinating contradiction that Tony planned to examine closer. He no longer saw Emma becoming a friend, he wanted more. But he didn’t know how much more. They lived half a country apart. And he wasn’t a player—he spent too much time in front of a computer screen to be able to brag about his dating exploits. Then there was his short attention span.

So the “liaisoning” would be short-term. Better everyone understood that up front.

He could be charming, his sister had told him. And according to the office gossip, Emma had just gotten burned by a first-class jerk, so she might go for a gentleman.

They might have some laughs together.

He might get to listen to that silken voice at a much closer proximity. Whispering love words in his ear.

He smiled at his little fantasy.

So much for thinking like a gentleman.

So far he hadn’t even managed to meet her or shake her hand. Instead he was stuck purging computers. Making himself useful so the boss didn’t send him home.

It made his fingers itch. The longer she hid out, the more determined he was to uncover everything about Emma…

1

EMMA DANIELS sat in the break room looking gloomily at her sprouts-and-avocado sandwich. Beside the sandwich sat a supersize bar of white chocolate which she determinedly ignored.

I deserve this candy bar for holding my head up, but if I eat candy then I won’t be able to get into my skinny clothes so I can start the whole dating thing again.

Dating.

She sank lower in her seat, sighing at the dismal thought.

Since it was after two o’clock in the afternoon, she had the break room to herself, until her friend Tina Henderson breezed in looking like a million bucks in her green Gucci suit. Emma sat up straighter in her chair.

“Are you still mooning over that chocolate bar?”

“It’s a different one. I’m eating a new kind everyday.”

“You’re lying through those pearly whites. Have you been using whitening stripes again?”

Emma looked up. “I’m preparing for the most grueling ritual of our time—dating. That thing you do so effortlessly, like managing to look fresh in this humidity. My stupid hair’s frizzing all over the place.” She tugged self-consciously on her braid; it had been raining in Jacksonville, Florida, all month long.

“How can your hair curl? You’re wearing that French braid so tight my head aches in sympathy.”

Emma grimaced. “I’m thinking of getting it professionally straightened. How’d the case go?”

“Great. Easy. We won. When are you going to quit fooling around as a paper pusher and go back to school? I need someone sharp to be my paralegal. I need you.” Tina opened the fridge.

“I missed the deadline for night school again.”

“Why? I thought you were serious this time.”

“I am. But Melissa needed me. We’re getting everyone ready for the installation of the new computer program. It’s supposed to save all kinds of time and money and she begged me and then she bribed me with heavy overtime and used her I-know-what’s-best-for-you voice. The upside is I managed to pay off my credit cards. The downside is I was so busy I didn’t realize the deadline had come and gone.” Emma stuck out one foot, clad in a Jimmy Choo shoe. “I ended up shopping just to console myself. But next semester’s deadline is on my calendar in red ink and I’m not going to miss it no matter who needs me. This time I’m going to make sure I do something for myself.”

Thinking about her future security made her thoughts stray to her father’s midlife crisis. “You can only rely on yourself, and I’m not going to allow anyone else to sidetrack me this time,” she said hesitantly.

“That’s an excellent observation but I’m still afraid I’ll be retiring before you get around to it.”

Emma grimaced. “Part of the problem is that I like being secretary to a partner. It’s interesting and challenging. I just wish there was a little more respect and money to go along with the title.”

“Everyone in the office respects you.”

Emma shook her head. “Not everyone. School is definitely the way to go. Speaking of paralegals, did you hire Lee Matheson?”

“I should. He’s hot.” Tina shot her a look. “Did you know he’s engaged?”

Emma swung her foot in frustration; at least it looked good in her new shoes. “I know. While I was thinking about calling him, someone else snagged him. It’s like I’m the queen of hesitation. While I’m burning time calculating the pros and cons of a situation, I miss out. But I’m working on it.”

Tina made a sympathetic noise and then poked around inside the fridge. “What’s in here that belongs to you? I’m starving and I’m ready to mooch. Why are you eating so late anyway? Is Melissa looking down her nose at you over those granny glasses, guilting you into working harder? And they call me The Shark,” Tina said with obvious satisfaction.

“No, she’s in court today. I just didn’t feel very hungry.” Emma pushed her sandwich towards the other side of the table. “Here, you can eat the avocado and sprouts. I’ve got three rice bowls in the freezer for emergencies.”

“You’re a lifesaver,” Tina said reverently.

Emma got up to look in the freezer. She certainly was no shark, just a wuss, but she planned to work on it.

Tina pounced on the sandwich. “I sure could have used you today in court when the defendant got so nervous she spilled water all over my notes. You would have had the notes copied in triplicate.”

I’m definitely the queen of triplicate.

Emma examined the generic chicken-and-rice picture on one of the rice bowls. Being cautious was supposed to keep her life from becoming chaotic, but it had become mind-numbing.

“Hey, Emma, what’s wrong? You’re scowling at a rice bowl.”

Emma shoved the rice bowl back into the freezer and turned to face her successful friend. “I just feel left behind. I passed on Lee that day he flirted with me because I was waffling, and then I ended up with Brad.”

“I thought you might be hiding out here because of Brad.”