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Corporate Groom
Linda Varner
Three Weddings and a FamilyOn the road to happily-ever-after, a long-lost family is found!MARRIAGE-MINDED MILLIONAIRE?Reo Sampson was too busy making money to think about playing house. But when his pretty new assistant, Rusty Hanson, accompanied him for weekend negotiations, Reo discovered he liked–a little too much–having the sexy redhead by his side. And for a marriage-shy millionaire like himself, that was very unnerving….Rusty couldn't help but dream when her handsome boss took her in his arms. But she knew Reo didn't share her marriage wishes. Then the "boardroom barracuda" started showing a more husbandly side, and Rusty decided all Reo needed was a little push–straight down the aisle!
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“So a spouse is included in your future plans?” Reo asked her.
“Of course.” Rusty frowned. “Isn’t one included in yours?”
“Actually, no.”
“Are you serious?”
“I don’t have time for that kind of commitment. I’ve got a business to run.”
“Oh.” She appeared stunned. “But don’t you want children?”
“Can’t say that I do.”
Rusty stared at him as though he were some kind of alien. “I love kids myself. I’m going to marry a wonderful man and have at least four.”
“Four!” Reo nearly choked. “You’re talking years of childbearing, Rusty. I assume you’ve already scheduled your Mr. Right for an imminent walk down the aisle. Otherwise you are going to run out of time.”
“Thanks for the reality check,” Rusty said snappishly, indicating that there was no Mr. Right in sight. But her attitude made one thing clear: she would be a challenge to any man.
And Reo liked challenges....
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Corporate Groom
Linda Varner
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
This book is dedicated to Jean Price,
the best of agents and a treasured friend.
LINDA VARNER confesses she is a hopeless romantic. Nothing is more thrilling, she believes, than the battle of wits between a man and a woman who are meant for each other but just don’t know it yet! Linda enjoys writing romance fiction and considers herself very lucky to have been both a RITA finalist and a third-place winner in the National Readers’ Choice Awards in 1993.
A full-time federal employee, Linda lives in Arkansas with her husband and their two children. She loves to hear from readers. Write to her at 813 Oak St., Suite 10A-277, Conway, AR 72032.
Chapter One
“Hold that elevator!”
Reo Sampson registered with shock the gossamer attire of the red-haired woman scurrying around the corner, calling out to him. He quickly stuffed into his pocket the ID badge he’d just found on the parking deck of his building, then threw out a hand and caught the doors that had been about to close.
So what if he was running a bit late today? No man could resist an elevator ride with an angel—assuming, of course, that’s what this woman was supposed to be. The white ankle-length gown that swirled about her with every movement could just as easily costume a fairy, now that he thought about it.
The angel-fairy rewarded Reo’s quick action with a smile of thanks so dazzling he wished for his sunglasses. He noted that the color of her long, curly hair exactly matched the coat of an Irish setter who’d once owned him, and for one brief second he was a lonely tenyear-old again with only a dog for a best friend.
“Thanks... a... million,” she said, panting even as she stopped and turned her back on him, beckoning to someone still out of sight. “Hurry, kids. Quick as bunnies.”
Kids? Reo watched in horror as two...four...six...oh, God, ten preschoolers dressed for Mardi Gras immediately filed around the corner and into view. The woman, who looked to be in her late twenties or early thirties, herded them into the elevator, while Reo instinctively flattened himself against one wall of the too-tiny enclosure.
Suddenly they were everywhere, those kids—giggling, whispering, staring as if he were the one in a costume. Reo dragged his gaze from the motley group to the angel-fairy who led them. She met his look unblinking, her emerald eyes glowing with what could only be amusement. So she thought this was funny, huh? Well, Reo didn’t and coolly redirected his gaze to the doors, which slid shut with an ominous thump. At once the elevator began to ascend. Since the woman didn’t punch a destination button, he could only assume hers was the same as his: the twenty-third and topmost floor.
Interesting. There was nothing on that floor but Reo’s own suite of offices and a large conference room.
“Miz Rusty?” A miniature soldier, who sported camouflage war paint and gear, tugged at the angel-fairy’s exotic attire.
The appropriately named Rusty looked down to give the young warrior her full attention. “Yes, Preston?”
“Can we stop on the way and visit my dad?”
- “I’m afraid not.” Her hair swung when she shook her head. “He’s working, you know.”
“How about my mommy?” chimed a pint-size princess with big blue eyes and a glitter-encrusted tiara.
“Oh, she is, too, Amy,” Rusty assured her. “All your moms and dads are. Sampson Enterprises is a very busy place. We’re lucky that the man who owns it is going to let us borrow his conference room for a little while for your Mardi Gras party.”
So that’s it, Reo thought. Miz Rusty was no angel or fairy, but one of the workers in the new day care located in the basement of his building. Reo had heard nothing but good about the place since it opened four months ago. According to Angie, his personal assistant and mother of a precocious three-year-old, the children who spent their days there enjoyed a wide range of special celebrations, one of which must be this Mardi Gras party.
Instantly regretting the whim that had prompted him to give in to Angie’s pleading and loan out the conference room, Reo imagined how it would look once these rug rats finished with it. The plush beige carpet would never be the same, not to mention the walls and drapes. He closed his eyes and pictured cherry punch spills and chocolate handprints.... It would cost a fortune to have the room cleaned and fumigated.
“It was kind of you to let us share your ride. The elevators have been a nightmare today. I think this one is the only one working.”
With a start, Reo realized she talked to him. He felt his face heat. “Er, some kind of electrical glitch, I expect.” One definitely deserving of a quick chat with Maintenance...if he could squeeze it in between retrieving the new tuxedo he’d purchased yesterday, then forgotten to take home, and this afternoon’s golf game, which he hoped would lead to another sound financial investment.
The redhead nodded and Reo found himself wondering if Miz meant Miss, Ms. or Mrs. The sapphire on her third finger, left hand did not solve the mystery since it was mounted on a wide gold band.
“Miz Rusty?” This time it was a sibling of Casper the Friendly Ghost who clamored for the woman’s attention. Clearly these children adored their teacher, who appeared to be patience personified, wrapped in a package sexy as hell.
“Yes, Holly?” She straightened the child’s costume so that the eyeholes helped instead of hindered her pint-size view.
“Are we almost there? This tickles my tummy.”
Miz Rusty laughed. “Mine, too, and, yes, we’re almost there.” She glanced at the indicator light. “Only seventeen more floors to go.”
Thank God, Reo thought, though he had to admit that as children went, this group seemed fairly well behaved. He suspected that Miz Rusty could be thanked for that.
“Only twelve more floors....”
Her voice was easy on the ears—surprisingly deep, a little husky. Seductive with a capital S. Reo marveled that such could belong to a woman with freckles dusting her nose. Sexy getup or no, she had a definite tomboy look about her that said she would probably be more at home on a softball field than in his bed.
In his bed?
Reo nearly choked when he realized the inappropriate direction his thoughts had taken. Highly disconcerted, he made a show of pushing his wire-rimmed glasses back up on his nose and straightening the collar of his tasteful paisley golf shirt.
“Just seven more now....”
Her voice also had a pleasant lilt that suggested laughter, Reo realized. He discovered that he actually liked that hint of mischief, that promise of “never a dull moment.” How odd. As a rule he preferred predictability in a woman—predictability, independence and intelligence.
“Four, and we’re there,” Miz Rusty announced just as the elevator slammed to a sudden halt and total darkness engulfed them.
The jolt threw Reo forward, but luckily not off his feet. He suspected that some of the children weren’t so fortunate. The air instantly resounded with cries and screams of terror, and the elevator rocked in response to frantic scrambling. Reo guessed that Miz Rusty must be surrounded by her panicked charges. Her next words proved it.
“Don’t be frightened,” she as good as yelled. “Everything’s going to be OK.”
As if by magic, the auxiliary power kicked in, bathing the enclosure in a dim, reddish glow that did little to soothe Reo’s own ruffled composure. Quickly he assessed the damage and saw exactly what he expected: Miz Rusty surrounded by ten clinging youngsters. He reached out and punched the Alarm button, rewarded for his efforts by the sound of a bell ringing loudly somewhere in the bowels of his building.
“See there?” Miz Rusty murmured as she alternately patted, hugged and cajoled each one of them into giving her breathing space. “Everyone knows we’re stuck now. I’ll bet that this ol’ elevator will be moving again in just a second, don’t you?” When not one child agreed, she glanced over to Reo, who watched her in silence. “Tell them that this happens all the time,” she ordered, words that took a second to soak in.
“Oh, uh, sure. All the time,” he then blurted, silently adding, somewhere in Shreveport. To his knowledge, today was the first day there had ever been problems with the elevators in his building. He wondered fleetingly if their nonstop flight from the fourth floor had been a clue that all was not well with them today, since that was a first, too. Obviously everyone else in this busy building knew there was an elevator problem today and had utilized the stairs.
“And we’ll be moving again in no time, won’t we?”
“No time at all,” Reo agreed, though he wasn’t so sure.
“See?” Miz Rusty studied the sea of upturned faces that surrounded her and frowned. “Goodness, you’re a gloomy bunch. May I see some smiles?” She waited a second, then tried again. “Preston...gimmee a big grin. Come on now, you can do it...there! Now don’t you feel better? Lauren, you’re next. Big smile...yes!”
One by one she talked them into smiling until Reo suddenly found himself addressed.
“Now it’s your turn.”
“Me?”
“You. I want a great big smile on your face, too, just like this one.” She demonstrated, revealing dimples that were a sweet surprise.
Reo could only stare, speechless.
With a huff of impatience, Miz Rusty reached out and, placing the tips of her forefingers at the corners of his mouth, attempted to help him smile.
Reo, his knees downright wobbly, grudgingly cooperated.
“Thanks,” Miz Rusty said, for the first time looking as if she might be a bit ruffled by their situation, too. But there was only a second’s awkward silence before she turned to her charges and spoke again. “Why don’t we play a game while we wait to get moving? Would you like that?”
Most of her mesmerized companions nodded. Reo noted that a smile or two seemed genuine now.
“How about I Spy? Do you like that game?”
More nods. More real smiles.
“OK. I’ll go first.” Miz Rusty, who was surely an angel, after all, made a production out of looking all around the elevator. Then she said, “I spy something blue, purple and green, all swirled together.”
In spite of himself, Reo could not resist searching the costumes of the children for those three colors “swirled.” He didn’t find them, but did realize that aside from the soldier, the princess and the ghost, he hadn’t a clue as to what these children were dressed up to be. The brunette named Lauren looked as if she’d just stepped out of a harem—an odd choice of costume for a preschooler in his opinion—while one helmeted boy resembled some sort of spaceman or something.
Clearly, Reo was out of touch with the younger set, but he knew that already—from spending most of yesterday on the telephone trying to talk a top clothing designer and her manufacturer husband into joining Sampson Enterprises. There was money to be made in children’s wear. He wanted a very large piece of that lucrative pie.
“Daruelle’s skirt?” guessed a curly headed moppet with sequins on her dress and rhinestones on her earlobes.
Miz Rusty shook her head and smiled. “No, there’s no green in it.”
“Chris’s helmet?”
“No purple or blue in that.”
“Katy’s skirt?”
Miz Rusty laughed and tossed her hair back over her shoulder. “No blue or green in that. Look again. You can’t miss it.”
Reo winced in response to a sudden shrill squeal of discovery. At once the harem girl rushed forward and grabbed a handful of his designer shirt. “I found it! I found it!” she exclaimed as she yanked.
In a heartbeat, Miz Rusty stood so close that Reo could smell her perfume. A wave of intense wanting washed over him as she gently disentangled chubby fingers from the fabric.
“You’re right, Lauren. You win!” Smiling an apology, Miz Rusty smoothed his shirt by patting it flat against his chest from collar to belt. “Sorry,” she mumbled, before turning her back on him and hustling Lauren back to the others, a matter of three steps.
Reo thanked his lucky stars that she hadn’t felt the pounding of his heart through the material. As it was, she could certainly see the pulse dancing in his neck if she so much as glanced his way again. Fortunately, she didn’t.
He looked at his watch. How long had they been suspended in time? Ten minutes? Fifteen? It felt like forever, and not because of these harmless kids. No, it was the strain of resisting their sexy keeper, a woman Reo knew instinctively could bring him to his quaking knees.
“Who wants to be next?”
“Let him,” replied the child named Danielle, pointing to Reo.
“Yeah,” agreed Preston, the soldier.
