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The Secretary And The Millionaire
Leanne Banks
Fortune's Children: The Brides: Meet the Fortune brides - six special women who perpetuate a family legacy greater than mere riches! THE CINDERELLA ASSIGNMENTWhen Jack Fortune's motherless daughter moved in with him, this ever-so-competent CEO needed Amanda Corbain, his faithful assistant, to become Lilly's temporary live-in nanny.Suddenly this natural-born nurturer was living out her ultimate fantasy, but no amount of dreaming had prepared Amanda for the feelings he aroused. And now Amanda had one final wish before this Cinderella assignment ended… .
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Kate Fortune’s Journal Entry
Of all the Fortunes, I think my nephew Jack might just be the most marriage-shy of them all Oh, he dates plenty—with all the ladies he’s had on his arm, he’s a veritable moving target. But not one of those women is right for him.
Another job for Kate Fortune, matchmaker? Not this time! He’s already got the perfect woman living right under his own roof. Ever-faithful Amanda Corbain has been his personal assistant for years; if Jack wasn’t running so hard and so fast, he would see that she is his meant-to-be bride. But now that she is in his house, tending to his sweet little daughter, it’s only a matter of time before nature takes its course. With maybe just a little bit of prodding from you know who....
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The Secretary and the Millionaire
Leanne Banks
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This book is dedicated to all the hardworking secretaries who had a secret crush on their bosses.
Special thanks and acknowledgment are given to
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Fortune’s Children miniseries.
LEANNE BANKS is a national number-one bestselling author of romance. She lives in her native Virginia with her husband and son and daughter. Recognized for both her sensual and humorous writing with two Career Achievement Awards from Romantic Times Magazine, Leanne likes creating a story with a few grins, a generous kick of sensuality and characters who hang around after the book is finished. Leanne believes romance readers are the best readers in the world because they understand that love is the greatest miracle of all. You can write to her at P.O. Box 1442, Midlothian, VA 23113. An SASE for a reply would be greatly appreciated.
FORTUNE’S Children
Meet the Fortunes—three generations of a family with a legacy of wealth, influence and power. As they gather for a host of weddings, shocking family secrets are revealed...and passionate new romances are ignited.
JACK FORTUNE: When it comes to mergers and acquisitions, this millionaire CEO doesn’t miss anything. But will his new role as a single dad suddenly make him see who has been right under his nose?
AMANDA CORBAIN: For years this loyal secretary has had a hopeless crush on her charismatic boss. She’s determined to fall out of love—until a special little girl enters Jack’s life. And suddenly her Cinderella dreams temporarily become a living reality.
GRAY McGUIRE: This businessman only wants revenge on the Fortune family. And he’s about to meet the perfect partner in revenge—Stuart Fortune’s illegitimate daughter!
Prologue
“W hen are you going to stop pining for Jack Fortune and get on with your life?” Carol Denton asked when Amanda rejected another blind date setup.
“I’ve tried dating other men. They all seem to be missing something.”
Amanda Corbain knew Carol had a valid point, but she just couldn’t get past her feelings for her boss, Jack. She glanced out the restaurant window at the busy Minneapolis downtown street and shrugged her shoulders. “Think about it,” she said to her best friend. “Who can compare to Jack Fortune?”
“Okay,” Carol conceded. “So he’s blond, gorgeous, smart, wealthy and single. He’s also your boss. He’s a workaholic and commitmentphobic since his marriage busted up. Still changing women every three months?”
Amanda nodded glumly. “He’s slowed down a little since his daughter came to live with him, but he still finds time to make the rounds.” Unlike her, all of Jack’s social partners were beautiful.
Carol gave a heavy sigh. “I hate to say this, but I think the man has ruined you.”
Amanda felt a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach. She didn’t want that to be true. “He just can’t seem to see me. As far as Jack is concerned, I may as well be the invisible woman.” She took a sip of coffee and felt a surge of restlessness at the familiar lunchtime conversation topic. Whenever Carol asked about her progress with Jack, Amanda’s answer was the same.
Carol made a face. “Have you ever thought about stripping off your clothes and sitting on his desk?”
“Yes,” Amanda said without batting an eye. She’d envisioned such a scenario countless times. “But I’m not sure what I would do next. I think I might need remedial education in the feminine wiles department. Besides, I like my job, and my salary is helping put my sisters through college.”
Carol finished her wine and shook her head. “It must be a burden to be such a responsible person. Were you ever impulsive? Even when you were a kid?”
Amanda thought of her father’s death when she was very young. When Amanda had been just twenty years old, her mother’s death had taken her family by surprise and she’d needed to hold everything together. “I didn’t have much of a chance to be impulsive. The most impulsive thing I’ve done was accept the promotion with Fortune Corporation and move to Minneapolis from North Carolina.” She smiled. “A nineties Mary Tyler Moore.”
“You’re going to have to do something,” Carol told her. “You can’t spend the rest of your life staying home by yourself on Saturday nights and pining for Jack Fortune.”
“I know,” Amanda said, putting the waiter’s tip on the table as she prepared to return to work. “I’ve got to find a way to stop being invisible.”
As soon as she got back to the office, Amanda poured a mug of hot black coffee and slid it onto Jack Fortune’s desk ten seconds before he reached for it and automatically nodded his thanks. Listening to his smooth, baritone voice as he spoke with a potential client on the phone, she placed the faxes for his reference directly in front of him. He silently mouthed “Thank you” to her, another acknowledgment of her services.
Amanda wondered if he would choke on his coffee if she told him she would prefer a kiss, a nice long one. Turning her head, she rolled her eyes at herself. Better keep herself in check or her boss would learn she had a mile-high crush on him.
Jack always saw what she did and expressed appreciation in a dozen different ways. Yet he never ever seemed to see her. In a world filled with beautiful women, Amanda knew her appearance wouldn’t stop traffic in Minneapolis or anywhere else. Her brown hair, brown eyes and average body made her the perfect unobtrusive assistant, or...invisible woman, she thought wryly.
“The demand for Fortune clothing has taken off,” Jack Fortune said into the phone, glancing at the top fax. “Our profits are up thirty-eight percent, Bob. We have a new athletic wear line going head-to-head with the top designers. The retail market has had its shares of ups and down in the last few years. We’d like to give the customer a reason to come to your stores.”
Crossing her arms over her chest, Amanda leaned against the doorjamb and stole a moment to listen to the sexy enthusiasm in his oh-so-persuasive tone. Jack’s easy voice gave only a hint of the energy the man emanated.
His blond hair, startling green eyes and lean, muscular physique turned heads.
Amanda had never touched his hair. It wouldn’t have been appropriate. That hadn’t stopped her from wondering if his hair would feel crisp or soft against her fingers, She’d also wondered how his mouth would feel on hers. Hard, supple or both.
His personal sense of power, however, fit him better than his tailored suits. That dynamic power drew men’s respect and caused women to make fools of themselves.
He was a conqueror, the corporate modern-day equivalent of Marco Polo. He was also a closer.
Yet he had a secret, tender side for his three-year-old daughter, Lilly. Amanda’s heart softened at Jack’s struggle to make Lilly feel at home. She wondered if he knew how seductive his tough and tender combination was.
He was a perceptive man, a demanding boss who inspired achievement and loyalty. Did he have any idea how many times his loyal assistant had fantasized about him making love to her on his big, cherry desk? Amanda knew Jack would never compromise his professional integrity with an office affair, but the familiar visual teased her all too often. Amanda pictured it happening after hours, during one of the many evening sessions she’d remained at work to help with a special project. The scene unfolded like a movie:
“Would you like coffee or a soda before you go home?” she asked Jack. They’d been so focused on preparing the presentation they’d worked through dinner. His charcoal jacket hung on the back of his chair, his shirtsleeves were rolled up to reveal strong forearms, highlighted with the same blond hair that crowned his head.
“A soda would work. Thanks,” he said, then leaned back in his leather chair and stretched
Averting her gaze from his, she left the room and grabbed his soda. On the way back, she pressed the icy can against her forehead, then pulled it away just before she entered his office.
She felt his gaze on her and knew she must be mistaken. Jack never really looked at her. He looked through her.
“There you go,” she said and made herself smile. “I’ll see you in the morning for the Hartford presentation. Drive safely,” she added and turned to leave.
“Amanda,” Jack said, stopping her. “Do you have plans tonight?”
Her heart leaped, then she mentally smacked herself. He was just being polite. She turned back around and shook her head. “Nothing major.” I just need to go home, she thought. I’ve been around you too long today, and I’m starting to have delusions that you might actually be seeing me as a woman instead of just your assistant. “Have dinner with me,” he said and stood. “You and I, we should talk.”
“Thank you, but I don’t want to keep you out late with the presentation early in the morning. I know you’ve got that commute home.”
“I’ll be okay,” he said with a slight grin that contrasted with his intent gaze. “We should talk.”
As he walked toward her, she took a careful breath. “I—uh—”
He pressed his finger to her lips. “Just let me do the talking. You’ve been my secretary for four years now. I don’t know why I’ve been so slow about this.” He tilted his head thoughtfully. “Maybe my rotten marriage. But that’s over,” he said. “I want you doing more than my paperwork. I want to take you to dinner. I want to see you after quitting time. I want to kiss you,” he said, rubbing his thumb over her bottom lip. “But I can’t take advantage of our business relationship. I want you to consider a transfer so I can see you personally. I need you,” he said in a low, rough voice as he lowered his head. “I need you in my life.”
I need you. Amanda’s head was spinning. She’d dreamed of hearing those words from Jack.
“Amanda, I need...”
The sound of Jack’s voice jerked her out of her reverie, and she blinked at him.
“...the most recent sales projections for the Wyndham Retail Group.” He glanced up at her and raised his eyebrows. “Problem?”
Amanda quickly shook her head. “No problem. I’ll get them for you right away.”
I need you. His words echoed inside her as she left the room and took a mind-clearing breath. She could make a wish on every falling star that Jack would say those magic words to her about something other than office work. She could wish that he would need her the way a man needs a woman, but that would require him to see her. And as Amanda had learned, when it came to Jack Fortune, she might as well be the invisible woman.
One
“Amanda, I need you now.” Jack said two days later.
Jack’s words on Amanda’s intercom kicked her heart into overdrive. Wincing at her overreaction, she put a calming hand to her throat. She’d rarely heard that tone from him, and never coupled with those exact words. “I’ll be right there,” she managed, and swiveled out of her chair.
She opened his office door to find him pacing, his long stride covering the generous width of his office. He stopped when she closed the door behind her.
“It’s the housekeeper’s day off. The nanny is sick,” he told Amanda as he raked his hand through his hair. “I’m closing the Eastco deal today.”
He walked toward her, and her stomach dipped. For Amanda, stomach dips, butterflies, accelerated heartbeats had become part and parcel of working for Jack. The challenge lay in not letting her feelings show.
“This isn’t part of your job description, but I need someone I can count on to take care of Lilly now. Today. Will you do it?”
“Of course,” she said, then gave a light laugh. He truly had no idea of all that she would do for him. “I thought you were going to ask something difficult.”
He exhaled in relief and shook his head. “You’re one hell of an assistant, Amanda. You can be sure I’ll remember this at your next performance review,” he told her.
Amanda felt a twinge at his professional tone. “That’s not necessary. My experience taking care of my brother and sisters doesn’t have much to do with my office performance.”
“No. But in this case, it does with mine. I should warn you Lilly still hasn’t adjusted to living with me.”
“That’s understandable,” Amanda said, the slight nerves in his voice surprising her and grabbing at her heart. “Her mother hasn’t been gone very long. Not even two months. That will change.”
“God, I hope so,” he muttered, returning to his desk. “The poor kid hides behind the furniture every time I enter the room. She barely knows me, since Sandra made it difficult for me to see her. The nanny I hired has impeccable references, but Lilly hasn’t warmed to her.” He frowned, then seemed to switch gears. “Use one of the company limos. As soon as the meeting is over, I’ll come home.”
Amanda nodded, hesitating before she said, “You asked me to remind you about your dinner date with Ms. Sullivan.”
He frowned. “I’ll cancel.”
Amanda wrestled with her conscience. Trina Sullivan, a beautiful redhead, was Jack’s current social partner. She swallowed her reluctance and envy in one gulp. “You don’t have to cancel. I can stay with Lilly tonight.”
He shook his head. “No. I’ll cancel.”
Amanda bit her tongue to keep from screaming with joy.
Thirty-five minutes later the nanny, pale and clearly ill, invited Amanda into the marble foyer, introduced her to Lilly, then disappeared to her upstairs bedroom.
Amanda looked down at the perfectly dressed three-year-old, tightly gripping a worn, stuffed one-eyed cat. Lilly’s blond hair fell past her shoulders in tousled curls. The sorrow in her wide green eyes made Amanda’s heart turn over.
She knelt in front of Lilly. “I have a cat, too. Her name is Delilah. What’s your cat’s name?”
“Miss Annabelle,” Lilly whispered.
Amanda’s stomach twisted at the fear on her face. Lilly seemed such a tiny, forlorn figure especially in the grand surroundings of Jack’s home. “You wanna go outside for a while?”
Lilly nodded, and when Jack’s daughter put her tiny hand in hers, Amanda’s heart was lost.
Jack pulled his rain-splattered Mercedes into the tree-lined drive that led to his house. He was so preoccupied that he barely noticed how the warm, spring rain shower that had fallen on Minneapolis most of the afternoon, had made the green grounds of his estate even greener.
Jack was worried about Stuart. His father had been distracted lately. Profit figures looked great, but tension hung about Stuart like the thick humidity before a thunderstorm. Jack couldn’t tell if Stuart’s concerns were with the Fortune business or his own company, Knight Star Systems. Jack knew little about Knight Star Systems since he’d always felt a responsibility to make his mark at Fortune, especially since his brother, Garrett, had made it clear corporate life wasn’t his bailiwick and had chosen ranching instead.
