How To Sleep With The Boss
His new assistant isn’t his type—until they work in very close quarters! From USA TODAY bestselling author Janice Maynard.Inexperienced but out of options, Libby Parkhurst accepts Patrick Kavanagh’s job offer—even though he’s given it at his mother’s request. Surely she can hide her attraction to the charming man she’s trying to impress…Patrick sees Libby as a family friend and hires her as a favor. But as their work brings them closer, he discovers the sensual woman she’s become—even before a makeover takes her from dowdy to dazzling! Suddenly his interest is no longer platonic. Long-term is off-limits, but taking her to bed? He’s making that his top priority!
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He came to a dead stop and swallowed hard.
Every bit of what she was wearing was borrowed. Yet somehow his new assistant managed to look like a fashion model for an outdoor company. Suddenly, he realized that Dylan was correct. Libby Parkhurst had a kick-ass body.
Libbyâs eyes snapped open, her expression guarded. âGood morning,â she said.
He hated the guilt that choked him. âLibby, Iââ
She held up a hand, stopping his instinctive words. âI donât want to talk about it.â
They stared at each other for several long seconds. He forced himself to zero in on basics.
He slid one backpack off his shoulder. âI need to make sure the straps are adjusted correctly for you.â Without asking, he stepped behind her and helped settle the pack into position. With a few quick tugs, he was satisfied. Finally, he moved in front of her and fiddled with the strap at her chest.
Libby made some kind of squawk or gasp. It was only then he realized his fingers were practically caressing her breasts. He stepped back quickly. âIâm sure you can manage the waistband,â he muttered.
âUh-huh.â She kept her head down while she fiddled with the plastic locking mechanism. After a moment, she stared off into the woods. âIâm good.â
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How to Sleep with the Boss is part of The Kavanaghs of Silver Glen series: In the mountains of North Carolina, one family discovers that wealth means nothing without love.
USA TODAY bestselling author JANICE MAYNARD knew she loved books and writing by the time she was eight years old. But it took multiple rejections and many years of trying before she sold her first three novels. After teaching kindergarten and second grade for a number of years, Janice turned in her lesson plan book and began writing full-time. Since then she has sold over thirty-five books and novellas. Janice lives in east Tennessee with her husband, Charles. They love hiking, traveling and spending time with family.
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For Caroline and Anna: beautiful daughters, dear friends, exceptional women â¦
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âI want you to push me to my limits. So I can prove to you that I can handle it.â
Patrick stared across his paper-cluttered desk at the woman seated opposite him. Libby Parkhurst was not someone you would pick out of a crowd. Mousy brown hair, ordinary features and clothes at least one size too big for her slender frame added up to an unfortunate adjective. Forgettable.
Except for those eyes. Green. Moss, maybe. Not emerald. Emerald was too brilliant, too sharp. Libbyâs green eyes were the quiet, soothing shade of a summer forest.
Patrick cleared his throat, absolutely sure his companion hadnât intended her remark to sound provocative. Why would she? Patrick was nothing more to her than a family friend and a prospective employer. After all, Libbyâs mother had been his motherâs best friend for decades.
âI appreciate your willingness to step outside your comfort zone, Libby,â he said. âBut I think we both know this job is not for you. You donât understand what it involves.â Patrickâs second in command, Charlise, was about to commence six months of maternity leave. Patrick needed a replacement ASAP. Because he had dawdled in filling the spot, his mother, Maeve Kavanagh, had rushed in to supply an interviewee.
Libby sat up straighter, her hands clenched in her lap, her expression earnest and maybe a tad desperate. âI do,â she said firmly. âMaeve described the position in detail. All Iâm asking is that you run me through the paces before I have to welcome the first group.â
Patrickâs business, Silver Reflections, provided a quiet, soothing setting for professionals experiencing burnout, but also offered team-building activities for high-level management executives. Ropes courses, hiking, overnight survival treks. The experience was sometimes grueling and always demanding.
The fill-in assistant would be involved in every aspect of running Silver Reflections. While Patrick applauded Libbyâs determination, he had serious doubts about her ability to handle the physical aspects of the job.
âLibby...â He sighed, caught between his instincts about filling the position and his obligation to play nice.
His unwanted guest leaned forward, gripping the edge of his desk with both hands, her knuckles white. âI need this job, Patrick. You know I do.â
Libby had him there. Heâd witnessed in painful detail what the past year had been like for herâas had most of the country, thanks to the tabloids. First, Libbyâs father had been sent to prison for tax fraud to the tune of several million. Then eight weeks ago, after months of being hounded by the press and forced to adopt a lifestyle far below her usual standards, Libbyâs emotionally fragile mother had committed suicide.
