Spying On The Boss
The new guy's turning her into a hot mess!A difficult childhood left Sadie Martin more interested in work than anything else, including romance. But she’d be a fool not to notice that her newest employee is scorching hot. As long as he works for her, though, he's off limits. Her company—sexy guys who clean houses—comes first. So why are Wyatt Anderson and his adorable niece always on her mind? When attraction turns into more, suddenly everything is a lot more complicated…and, frankly a huge mess. What Sadie and Wyatt need is a clean slate. For understanding…and love.
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The new guyâs turning her into a hot mess!
A difficult childhood left Sadie Martin more interested in work than anything else, including romance. But sheâd be a fool not to notice that her newest employee is scorching hot. As long as he works for her, though, heâs off-limits. Her companyâsexy guys who clean housesâcomes first. So why are Wyatt Anderson and his adorable niece always on her mind? When attraction turns into more, suddenly everything is a lot more complicated...and, frankly, a huge mess. What Sadie and Wyatt need is a clean slate. For understanding...and love.
Wyatt couldnât keep his eyes from straying to Sadie.
Sheâd about taken his breath away when heâd walked into the kitchen. She wore a sundress, exposing her arms and legs. And they were mighty fine arms. And the legs, well, he couldnât continue those thoughts while a guest at her table. She had her hair piled up in a haphazard bun at the back of her head. Several of the curls had escaped and one swayed against the nape of her neck, taunting him. He wanted to brush it aside and press his lips to the tender skin below it.
He looked down at his plate and sopped up sauce with a bit of bread. And you are a lying, deceitful spy who has no right to even think about her. Pretty soon, heâd âquitâ and move on. Sheâd never know.
The idea of hurting her made him feel like an even bigger jerk.
It was just me and a few friends, chatting on Twitter about cute guys. âYou should have seen the hot guy my cleaning company sent over,â she said.
âHot? What? Please send us a picture!â
She didnât send the picture, but later that day, when my partner came home from work, I said, âYou know what I should do? Start a cleaning company. Hot guys cleaning houses.â
âI donât know about starting a business,â he said. âYouâre a writer. How about a book?â
Thatâs how all of this started.
Sadie, Wyatt and I have been on a long journey together. At one point, I even thought their story would end up under the bed, in a trunk of discarded papers, never to be seen again. Then I got the call from Mills & Boon through its SYTYCW (So You Think You Can Write) contest.
Itâs always when it seems darkest that the light breaks through, isnât it?
I hope you love Sadie and Wyatt as much as I do.
Thank you,
Janet Lee Nye
JANET LEE NYE is a writer by day and a neonatal nurse by night. She lives in Charleston, South Carolina, with her fella and her felines.
She discovered romance with books she âborrowedâ from her grandmother and renewed her love affair with the genre after stumbling upon Robyn Carrâs Virgin River series.
Rumors of her jelly bean addiction are completely exaggerated.
For Danny. Thanks for letting me be your mom.
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FRIDAY SHOULD NOT start with a dead cat. That seemed more of a Monday sort of problem. Sadie ended the call and slumped back in her desk chair. Her black-and-white mutt, Jack, came over to sniff the phone dangling from her hand. âSeriously?â she asked the ceiling. âFor real? This is happening?â
The ceiling didnât answer and when Jack found no treat in her hand, he went back to his doggy bed with an aggrieved sigh. Sadie hauled herself out of the chair with her own sigh. Dead cat. Even worse, it was a clientâs. She picked up her purse and pointed at Jack.
âStay!â
He obeyed. Probably because he was already back to sleep. Sadie shook her head as she headed down the hall, digging in her purse for her keys. Dog never listens to a word I say anyway.
âHey, Molly?â she called. âRosieâs dead, and Heidi is flipping out so Iâve got to get over there and...â
The words stuttered to a stop as her mouth fell open. There was a man sitting in the small reception area. She glanced in the direction of her receptionistâs desk but it was empty. âWho are you?â
The man stood. âWyatt Anderson. I have a nine-thirty interview.â
âSorry. Hold on. Iâve got a bit of a situation.â
She turned and backtracked to the kitchen where she spotted Molly coming out of the supply room with a package of copy paper. âThereâs a man out there.â Sadie whispered.
âMust be your interview. Is he cute?â
âNo, he is not cute. Heâs freaking gorgeous.â
Good-looking guys hanging out in her lobby was nothing new. Her entire company was built on them. The Cleaning Crewâs business model was simple: hot guys cleaned your house or business. But her guys were only thatâguys. Young guys who were hot, just in the abstract. They were like her little brothers or something. But this guy was a blond, tanned, full-grown hunk of a man.
