So what if your assistant is not who you think he is? How would you treat him then? This is what Lydia Johnston has to face when things don't go as ship shape as she first thought.
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An all expenses paid,
trans-Atlantic cruise has romance written all over it...unless you’re the poor
sap who has to inspect the toilets and time the cafeteria lines. As if secret-shopping
her company's failing cruise ship isn't bad enough, Lydia Johnson is forced to
bring along a "top talent" new hire as her assistant. With a heart
barely healed from her ex-fiancĂ©’s deceit, she's in no mood to train a man who
might cheat her out of an overdue promotion.
Paul Thomas may be
new to J.P. Theriot Enterprises, but he certainly knows his way around cruise
ships. The Cajun charmer also isn't shy about pursuing his desires, including
his wary, but oh-so-sexy-when-she lets-her-hair-down manager. He's shared more
about himself with Lydia than any other woman...except who he really is--J.P.
Theriot.
Excerpt.
Paul chuckled softly. "He sure noticed you."
Lydia's brows lifted. "Oh? In what way?"
Paul shrugged. "He saw you were with me and was
wondering if you were taken."
"And you said what?"
"Peter thinks you and I just met on this cruise, that
we're part of some singles package."
Lydia crossed her arms. "We're starting to have way too
many stories."
"And not a single one of them has you as my lesbian
BFF."
She raised a finger smiling. "Mark thinks we met at a
book club and are platonic friends."
"Thank goodness of all the people on this ship, he's
the one person who doesn't think you're mine. You do know you can't go off or
be seen alone with him, don't you? As you yourself said, we're here to work and
not have fun chatting up blondes, and I assumed that applied to both sexes,
bottle and natural blondes, and so should you."
"Oh puh-lease. I am not interested in Mark Williams.
He's a friendly guy and my next-door neighbor, but that's all. I don't even
like blonds, bottle or otherwise."
A grin tugged at the corner of Paul's lips. "What kind
of guy do you normally go for?" He stepped into her space. "We both
already know you can be tempted by my type."
Lydia scowled and walked off.
He caught up to her. "What? Just stating the
obvious."
She increased her speed, but refused to acknowledge him,
because dammit he was right.
"You can run but you can't hide from the attraction
between us, Lydia. And where are we off to in such a hurry anyway?"
"The art gallery," she tossed back over her
shoulder.
"Terrific. One of my favorite spots. There's a nude I
want you to see."
She stopped and spun around. "You can't keep talking to
me like this."
"I can't talk about a painting or did you think I was
talking about something else?" He was the picture of innocence.
Heat crept into her cheeks. She gazed up at him.
"Because it's not professional, and we're here to do a job, not hook
up!"
Paul frowned and blew out a rush of air through his nose. "This
is so ironic, you know. Everyone on this ship already thinks we're hooking up,
but we can't because you don't want to look unprofessional. Did you forget the
part that looking overly professional runs counter to being a good secret
shopper?"
Lydia swiveled her head to either side as if scanning for
eavesdroppers. "Keep your voice down." She did another scan.
"It's not about looking
professional or unprofessional. It's about being
professional. They are two different matters entirely."
"What if I said I would quit?"
Lydia's lips parted in a soft gasp.
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Claire
Gillian is the pen name for a number-crunching executive by day and a darkly
romantic curmudgeon by night. She also writes fifty shades naughtier stuff
under the pen name of Lila Shaw (but please don’t tell her mother) and
young adult fiction as Iris St. Clair. No matter which name she uses,
Claire is happiest penning romance drenched in humor with a dash of intrigue
and loads of spice. Claire lives in the boggy Pacific NW with her husband and two teen-aged sons.
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