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Her job—the
countless ones she performed—wasn’t all glitz and glamour, but she wouldn’t
trade it in for the world. Unless, of course, for the opportunity to be the
first female agent at Farrington Sports Management. Her ultimate desire.
    Actually, her ultimate
desire would be one night with her boss. Like every other woman in the office,
she imagined. She chuckled to herself. There was nothing wrong with a healthy
dose of fantasy, right?
    Why didn’t a man like
Blake ever cross her path? Intelligent, self-sufficient, and dripping with absolute
sex-appeal. Just one night . That was probably all she could handle
anyway. She’d heard rumors about his performance in the bedroom.
    “He’s your boss, Eunice.
That means off-limits.” And he’s damn near married. That puts him even further
out of reach.
    She checked her rearview mirror one
last time, cranked the engine, and headed home. Alone and lonely. The story of
her life.

Chapter 3
     
     
    Sleep had evaded Eunice
as a result of spending most of the night contemplating what type of proposition
Blake had in mind. She’d hoped the summons centered on the Agent-in-Training
program within the company. But judging by the look that’d danced across
Blake’s face the second she’d strolled into his office—ten minutes ago—she’d
known for a fact he wanted something. Unfortunately, it wasn’t her body.
Actually, in a way it was.
    She’d worked for him
long enough—three years to be exact—to know that look . The look normally
reserved for the athletes he was attempting to sign to his company. But he was
insane if he thought it would work on her. No matter how damn fine he looked
sitting behind that desk.
    “Run that by me once
more, please. You want me to do what?”
    Blake curled his
kissable lips into a smile, then rested his arms on top of his cherry-finished desk.
The sight of his biceps threatening to rip through the fabric of the crisp white
shirt made steadying her breath difficult. And how could the pronounced veins
popping in his chocolate forearms be so damn alluring? Her eyes crawled up his
body, settling on his wide shoulders.
    “Fly with me to Norfolk
for the holiday and pretend to be my new love interest.”
    He repeated the words
as if it were a common request. As if bosses asking their subordinates to be
their pretend lover happened every day of the week. His delivery rang as flawless
as if he were speaking to the press. She snatched her eyes away from his Adam’s
apple and met his again.
    Eunice laughed, then
sobered, then laughed again. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”
    “We’ll fly out Friday.”
    Four days . Not
that it mattered, because she had no intentions of honoring this ridiculous
request, she asked, “For how long?”
    “Until next Sunday.”
    She studied him for a
moment. Why in the hell was he being so nonchalant about this entire
conversation? “Here’s a silly question. Why not take your real girlfriend?”
    When he pulled his arms
from his desk, a hint of disappointment rushed through her. If lusting were a
crime, she’d be sentenced to life without the possibility of parole.
    Blake pivoted back in
his mocha-colored leather executive chair and drummed his long fingers against the
wood. “It’s complicated.”
    “Uh-huh. And…?”
    Another smile touched
his lips. This one would have made any woman moan. Luckily, she swallowed hers
before it could escape.
    “And, what?” he asked,
his dark brown eyes settling hard on her.
    “Blake Ulysses
Farrington, if you want me to be a part of your deception, you’d best be a bit
more forthcoming with information, so that I’ll have some inkling of what I’m
getting myself into.” Not that she’d in any way agree to do something so
outlandish. She simply wanted to know what’d prompted such a bizarre appeal.
    Blake leaned forward
and rested his arms on his desk again. Why in the hell did he keep doing that?
    “Sasha and I are taking
a break.”
    She should have