Stella in Stilettos Read Online Free Page B

intense moment.
    Locking eyes with Alex triggered instant lockjaw. “I…uh…” A burst of heat spiraled to Stella’s neck and cheeks. Before she could recover, Belinda was at it again. “Oh look Alex, you made her blush.”
    The comment was childish, but effective, and Stella was certain her slightly-pink face was now a freakish shade of scarlet. She glared at Belinda and hurried to Maggie’s office.
    “You don’t know how close I came to shoving him to the floor,” Maggie said when Stella closed the door behind her.
    Stella swallowed her anger from the confrontation with Belinda to focus on Melvin. “How would you convince your boss that he fell off the desk?”
    They laughed, but Maggie reverted back to giving Melvin the evil-eye. Stella had the same wicked look but it was aimed at the evil blonde hovering against Alex. For the life of her she couldn’t comprehend why she cared what Belinda did. Or Alex for that matter.
    Stella made a few clicks. Melvin still thumbed his nose. She gave Maggie a determined smile and shut the pigheaded computer down. After the reboot, Melvin cooperated. Voila! Maggie’s email account was accessible and ten new messages popped in.
    Maggie squealed with joy. “How do you do it?”
    Stella pushed her glasses higher on her nose. “You have to show him some love.”
    “I’ll show him some love…with a hammer. Anyway, thank you very much, Miss Fix-it.”
    Stella raised her eyebrows up and down. “I’ll leave you two alone.”
    * * * *
     
    Alex leaned out of his cubicle to take in Stella’s short, black skirt and high heels. Damn, she had great legs. They’d been calling his name all day. Truthfully, everything about her did. The lacy top hugging her small breasts was enough to make him pay attention. He scooted even farther into the aisle. That wealth of curly blonde hair that she held back with a clip was incredible. A vision of how it would look hanging loose or spread out on a pillowcase made him run a hand over his chin. What the hell was wrong with him? He was lusting after Stella Matson, of all people. She was attractive, in a nerdy sort of way. But how she looked today…
    Stella crossed her legs and arched her back, and his fantasies kicked into high-gear. He imagined her lying beneath him with her breasts crushed against his chest, his head buried in that glorious mane and those long legs wrapped around him. His elbow fell off the arm of his chair, jerking him back to reality. He laughed at being obvious.
    Stella stood up and headed his direction, making him divert his gaze to the floor.
    She looked at Alex and then the floor. “Did you lose something?”
    Yes, my brain, he thought. “Nope. Tracking a spider.”
    Stella eased back a step.
    Alex grinned. “Don’t worry. I’ll get him.”
    She graced him with a small smile and walked cautiously past him.
    Tracking a spider? His skills were seriously rusted. But hey, he was out of practice. His fault. He’d taken himself out of commission once he realized he had a knack for picking the wrong women. Instead of chemistry with someone he could communicate with, he navigated toward big boobs and no depth; which actually showed his lack of depth. Lately, boobs weren’t enough. The fact he had zero interest in Belinda Pearson meant something; possibly that he was thinking with another part of his anatomy. His brain, perhaps?
    His eyes swept the room for Stella. She was standing by a row of filing cabinets. No big boobs, but definitely a hot body. He half-smiled, half-glowered and blew out a breath of frustration for noticing. He’d told Steve he wasn’t there to shop , and he’d be wise to remember that. He swung back into his cubicle.
    It was time to play around with the design program. There was a tutorial where he could practice making flyers and newspaper inserts. He clicked into the program; nothing happened. He tried again. Nothing. He sat back in his chair and stared at the computer like he could intimidate it