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Excerpt of The Handsome Devil by Fionn Jameson
He wasn't a cleaning lady.
He wasn’t wearing the blue jumpsuit the cleaning crew wore.
Also, he wasn’t a woman.
However, he was gorgeous.
Smooth, clean features. A jawline sculpted by Bernini himself. Beautiful, large brown eyes, ringed by a thousand lashes. An elegant nose and equally elegant, dusky red lips. He wore a blue button-down shirt, tucked into a pair of light khakis, and I swear, he didn’t have an ounce of fat around his waistline.
My mouth watered.
I stood in the open doorway, gaping at this exquisite being. It was a wonder my jaw didn’t fall off and bounce all the way to the elevators.
He tucked a lock of shoulder-length chocolate brown hair behind one ear, his eyes on me. His lips twisted, giving him a harsh expression. “What the hell are you doing here?” His words were just as shocking as his appearance.
“What ... what ...…” I stammered, hand on my chest in a futile attempt to keep my heart from pounding right out of my body. “I don’t ...”
His eyes narrowed and he put a hand on his lean hips. I wished I wasn’t staring like some gauche country girl seeing skyscrapers for the first time, but the man had the face and the body of a supermodel. He should’ve been in a magazine spread. Why was he here?
I licked my dry lips. "I ...—"
“Are you mentally ill?” he snapped. “Can't you talk straight?”
I flinched at his abrupt tone. His eyes said that he had seen a lot disgusting things and I surpassed them all.
“Didn't your mother teach you not to stare?”
I shook my head and tried to gain some of my aplomb back. “Why are you going through my desk? Who are you?”
He slid the top drawer shut. I refused to feel even the faintest twinge of shame for the cookies and rice cakes stuffed in that particular compartment. Although, when a pack of melon-flavored Doraemon crackers got caught between the drawer and the desk, my soul kind of shriveled.
He pulled the package out and glared at the label. "Aren't you a little old for these?"
"I’ve got to keep up my energy. It's hard working here," I blustered.
"Yes..." he drawled, poking the plastic packaging back through the gap of the drawer so he could work it closed. “I can see that." Gazing at me with those caramel-colored eyes and sensual lips with a cruel twist, he opened the second drawer.
“Get away from my desk,” I said, walking on rubbery legs. “You can’t do that!”
One elegantly winged eyebrow went up. “Private property?” He pulled out a file and rifled through the pages. Meanwhile, I was choking on rage. “Allow me to ask you what you’re doing here so early.”
I blinked. “I ... work here! Put that file down.”
“Oh, do you? And no, I don’t want to put it down, thank you.” His voice was like wet, heavy velvet and a shiver of unadulterated delight ran through my body.
“Put the file down,” I repeated.
He smiled, but it wasn’t friendly. It was the kind of smile the evil witch gave Snow White before she bit into the poisoned apple. “No.”
Rika Hasegawa has the perfect job, but it comes with some unusual duties. As a secretary at one of Japan’s largest publishing companies, she gets to read as many books as she wants, but the one thing she must do is keep her bosses’ office affair a secret. So when they get caught in the act and fired, Rika's in the hot-seat now, this time with the hot new boss. Goodbye online gossip and computer solitaire!
Nobuki Miyano might be sexiest man Rika has ever seen, but he’s also the rudest, most arrogant jerk she's ever worked for. Though she loathes Nobuki, there’s something deeper between them, a magnetic attraction the lazy bookworm and genius workaholic can’t deny. Will the tension between them ruin her career, or can Rika keep her job and learn to love the handsome devil?