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He did likewise and there they stood, inches apart, with next to no clothes between them. Her bikini seemed like tiny paper-thin triangles and Matt’s shorts a mere patch of khaki. They were so close to naked heaven.
Was he aroused? She dared a glance at his zipper, where she thought she detected a bulge. Oh. Her own sex ached madly.
This was wrong. She forced herself to move, bending to grab her clothes, then Matt’s shirt. She shoved them all, plus their shoes, into her straw bag.
“I’ll get my, uh, sunglasses,” Matt said, bolting away from her toward the hall. Thank God.
Candy hightailed it outside, where she felt better. She dug her toes into the warm sand, inhaled the salt smell, took in that white glow the air at the beach always had. Seagulls cried and spun overhead. Down the shore, children shrieked happily.
The breeze lifted her hair and she tilted her face to the sun for a moment of pleasure. She had work to do, of course, and an attraction to ignore, but she was at the beach and it was glorious.
She turned to find Matt watching her from his porch. Even in the old-school sunglasses, he looked hot. With a good cut, contacts and well-tailored clothes, women would fall all over themselves to get to him.
As he headed toward her, she wondered who would be next. Someone big on career like Ice Princess Jane, no doubt. Someone chic and cool, Blackberry at her fingertips, pricey merlots in her temp-controlled wine closet. Thinking of Ms. Next-in-Line cooled Candy’s hots for Matt, which was a very good thing.
When he reached her, she fished out sunscreen, put some on her hands and held out the tube to him.
While she applied the cream to her arms, he rubbed some briskly between his broad palms, then smeared it over his face and shoulders, leaving white streaks everywhere.
“You have to rub it in,” she said and smoothed the liquid into his nose and across his cheekbones, blocking her awareness of how close she was and how nice his skin felt.
“Turn around,” she said, thinking that would help. She was a glutton for punishment, she realized, surveying the muscular expanse of his back. With a sigh, she started in on the firm surface of Matt’s shoulders and upper back, enjoying the slide of his muscles, lingering longer than strictly necessary, her mind sluggish with pleasure.
Why can’t we sleep together again?
He’s your boss. You want him to promote you.
Oh, yeah. That. She was showing him how smart and balanced and hard-working she was. How dedicated and responsible. How—
“You about done there?” he asked, turning.
“Uh, sure. Just being thorough.”
“Shall I do you?” he asked, low and slow.
Not that he meant anything by the suggestive words, but they gave her thoughts. “That’d be great.” She handed him the tube, turning her back.
His fingers pressed into her skin as he rubbed slowly and carefully, even under her shoulder straps. He was so very thorough. As he kept working, she couldn’t help but think that one little tug and her top would drop and he’d have more to rub than he’d bargained for. Her knees turned to water.
“You okay?” he asked.
“I think you got it,” she said, turning to grab the tube from his hand.
He looked startled, still holding his hand out.
“We’ll be late,” she said, hurrying toward the water, hoping it would be chilly enough to shock her out of her sensual lethargy.
Matt caught up and they walked the edge of the surf, letting the waves brush their toes, then retreat in foamy whispers.
The water was full of swimmers and bodysurfers. Young boys on Boogie boards tumbled like acrobats into the surf, heedless of pain or danger.
The shore was crowded with sunbathers under colorful umbrellas, lying on towels, surrounded by ice chests and beach toys, tossing balls or Frisbees.
“I love the beach,” she said, determined to enjoy every moment of it she could.
“Me, too,” Matt said. “I’m glad Ellie got me out here.”
“She said you had to use up vacation time.”
“I did. I tend to get too focused.”
“It’s easy when you love your work,” she said, but she’d never had extra vacation to use up. She’d had to take a two-day advance to make a Tahoe trip with friends to a ski lodge.
“Actually, Candy, I’m glad you came over. I might have parked myself in front of my laptop and missed all this.” He gestured out at the sparkling line between sky and sea.
“I’m glad I could be what you need,” Candy said, the words far too intimate. Her traitorous heart fluttered in her chest.
You’re what I need, too.
For my career, she reminded herself firmly. They were helping each other. This was all about SyncUp and their working relationship. The nearly naked volleyball game, the makeover to come, the hours sitting thigh-to-thigh at Matt’s computer showing him her stuff.
Oh, dear.
She’d handle it like they did it in AA: One twinge at a time.
3
THE VOLLEYBALL tournament sign-up was at a table on the beachside terrace of a bar called WHIM SIM, short for What Happens in Malibu, Stays in Malibu.
“You lookin’ to get on a team?” asked a hot guy, motioning them over. “Cuz we need a couple players.”
“Absolutely,” she said.
“I’m Carter.” He grinned, extended his hand to Candy and gave her an appreciative once-over. He was very tanned and his hair was a sun-bleached blond that would cost a fortune in a salon, but Candy bet he’d earned it with real ray time.
“I’m Candy and this is Matt.”
“Cool.” Carter shook Matt’s hand.
“These guys are in?” a gorgeous blonde in a red bikini, as tanned as Carter, asked. When he nodded, she beamed. “Perfect. We need two players. I’m Jaycee.” She was talking to Matt and she flipped her long hair over one shoulder in an obviously practiced move.
Candy figured this was a good social moment to start Matt’s lessons, so she asked Jaycee and Carter how they knew each other. Jaycee, it turned out, managed a health club in Santa Monica where Carter was a trainer. Candy explained that she and Matt worked together at SyncUp.
“You market software, huh?” Jaycee asked Matt, clearly flirting with him. “When I see ‘auto run,’ that’s what I want to do. What kind of software do you sell?”
“We’re most known for our integrated suite of applications for word processing, numerical analysis and data management.”
“Sounds interesting.” Jaycee’s eyes glazed over.
“What Matt means is we help businesses manage their books, handle payroll, do project planning and scheduling. Like that.”
“I get it. We have a payroll program, for sure. Don’t know if it’s yours, but the time cards take forever. No offense.”
“Really?” Candy asked, her marketer’s ears perking. “What would make it easier for you?”
“Fewer screens. God. It’s tab, type, tab, type, tab until you want to scream.”
“So, if the software could plug in routine entries for you, that would help?”
“Oh, yeah. That would be great.”
“That’s our job. To solve customer problems like that. Actually, Matt could get lots more technical if he wanted to. He started out as a computer engineer.”
“Really?” Jaycee blinked up at him. “So you wear two hats? One day you’re all thinky and into numbers and the next you’re, like, creative and fresh?” Blink. Blink. She was pretending to be dumber than she clearly was.
“I don’t write code these days. I manage our marketing division.” There was a beat, then Matt seemed to grasp the need to keep talking. “However, my engineering background does help me interpret for both the programmers and the marketing staff.”
“So you’re, like, the translator. Sprechen Sie computer?”
“In a sense, yes.” He smiled.
“That’s very cool,” Jaycee said. “So what are you cooking up at the moment?”
“We have a variety of projects in R & D and beta.” He glanced at Candy, who urged him on with her eyes. “Uh, one you might be interested in is a personality test to help employers ensure applicants are suited to the job.”
“Another test to fail.” Carter groaned in pretend misery. Candy pegged him as one of those lighthearted, physical guys who were tireless in bed and eager to please their partners. Under other circumstances, he’d be the perfect companion for a week at Malibu. Too bad she was otherwise occupied.
“Yeah, but those test questions are so obvious,” Jaycee said. “‘Would you rather rob a liquor store or play poker with your mother?’”
“Actually,” Matt said, “the test has been certified to have construct and concurrent validity, as well as—”
Candy cleared her throat.
Matt glanced at her, then paused. “Uh, basically the test measures what it claims to measure.” He’d caught on, she was pleased to see. Can the jargon.
“Right,” Candy said. “Plus, employers consider other factors when they hire.”
“Like charm and good looks?” Carter said, winking at Candy.
“As long as you’re qualified for the job,” she teased back.
“Oh, I’m qualified.” He held her gaze for a telling moment. “You two here for the festival?” He was assessing their romantic status, she could tell.
“Partly,” she said. “We’re doing that photo scavenger hunt, for one thing, since Matt’s also a photographer.” She figured that could lead to more conversation.
“That’s so cool,” Jaycee said. “Do you do head shots? Because I need some for my modeling composite.”
“Not really. I just play around.”
“You do? You play around? I like that.”
“It’s only a hobby.” Matt seemed oblivious to Jaycee’s flirtation.
“But he has a great eye,” Candy said.
“Even better.”
Lord, could the girl be more obvious? Candy felt a pang of irritation, but pushed on. “Why don’t you take a snapshot of our team, Matt?”
“With the phone? Ah. Sure. Good idea.” He cut her a glance that told her he knew where she was heading—get contact info.
Jaycee called over the other two players, then planted herself in the center of the picture. She was so damned bouncy. Like an overage high school cheerleader. Candy wasn’t sure why that annoyed her, except that she seemed to be deliberately jiggling her breasts under Matt’s nose.
Matt snapped the shot, then keyed e-mail addresses into his phone, finishing just as their team was called to play.
“You’re a good student,” she murmured to him as they headed onto the court.
“Because I have a great teacher.” He held her gaze for an extra beat, giving her that melting feeling again. Between the sun and Matt, she’d be a puddle in the sand before long.
Checking out their opposing team, Candy felt intimidated. They looked so athletic. She was reasonably coordinated, but still…She glanced at Matt who smiled, calm and reassuring.
As the game went on, Matt kept his eye on her, backing her play when the sun blinded her or she was out of position when a ball came over. He even saved her shot when Radar lunged onto the court and nearly knocked her down. Matt was a strong and graceful player…who distracted the hell out of her, standing there—tall, bare-chested and gorgeous. He had to do a million pushups when he wasn’t at his keyboard. Not to mention sit-ups.
She was so busy watching the way he crouched—arms extended, hands fisted together, muscles rippling—that it took her a heartbeat to notice he’d set the ball to her.
At the last second, she managed an inelegant one-armed swing and was amazed when the ball made it over the net. It surprised the other team, too, and they missed it.
Candy had earned a point by ogling Matt.
Carter slapped her on the back. “Excellent,” he said, lingering near her. She noticed Matt watching the moment, pensive, slightly frowning.
The two sides traded the lead over and over, until it was game point and Candy’s serve. Yikes. She moved into position, dizzy and freaked, her nerves tight as guitar strings. All eyes were on her. This one counted. She shot a look at Matt.
“It’s just another serve,” he murmured. “Show them what you’re made of.”
She would. She’d show the players. And she’d show Matt. Her ideas, that is, as soon as she got the chance. She’d show her family, too. She’d show everyone. Pumped with adrenaline and determination, she swung the ball into the air, hauled off and slugged it—straight over everyone’s heads and yards out of bounds down the beach.
“Outside!” the ref called.
No kidding. Her second try went sideways and out, losing the serve for her team. Radar fetched the ball, dropping it at her feet. She tossed it over the net to the other team.
“No big thing,” Matt said to her, waiting until she looked at him. “Really, Candy. It’s nothing.”
She felt terrible, though, and determined to make up for her failure. When her team got the serve again, the return ball came over at a tough angle. No way would she let this go without a fight, so she dived for the sand, scraping palms and knees, but managing to set the ball high.
From the ground, she watched Matt spike the ball hard.
The other team didn’t have a chance.
