Taming the boss Jane Grant''s directive was simple transform Luke Stanton from Tarzan to tycoon...or lose her job. So, no matter how desirable she found the enigmatic wild man, she had to turn him into a boss worth his stock shares. Only Luke foughr her every step of the way - and made her fall in love with the very man it was her mission to change. Một ngày trong giấc ngủ bật cười thấy mình xanh như chiếc lá cứ vươn mãi tới bầu trời đầy sao
May be she was hallucinating. Jane Grant stopped, rubbed her eyes and let out a low whistle. She wasn''t hallucinating. Her always unpredictable boss, Rupert Cox, had added a statue of a Greek god under the cascade of sparkling water in front of the Phoenix headquarters of his sporting goods company. She''d always loved the high-pressure jet of waterglowing like liquid gold as it caught the early-morning sun and felt into the surrounding pool. A water god was the perfect touch on this August day, his face raised as gleaming water spleshed over a body so perfect it made her gasp in admiration. Even from a distance she saw the power in the arms raised to clutch his head and the chiseled grace of the naked torso. If only real men looked like that. She hurried toward the statue, eager for a closer look before she rushed up to the top-floor offices where she was assistant to the CEO''s executive secretary, Miss Polk. Once upon a time she''d wanted to work in a museum surrounded by beutiful things, but little girls had to grow up. It wasn''t so bad being a well-paid peon, even if her eccentric boss did like to begin his workday at the crack of dawn, sometimes prompting Miss Polk to ask that Jane come in early, too. "Oh, no!" The statue moved. She frozen, hoping she''d only imagined it. Momentary relief that no one had heard her shriek turned to apprehension. There wasn''t a security guard in sight, and most employees wouldn''t come to work for another hour. The male version of Galatea, Pygmalion''s perfect creation, turned his back to the spray and brushed water from his face with the edges of his hands, then slicked back a long mane of wet hair. He was taking a shower in Rupert Cox''s prized fountain! How could he? Didn''t he care if he got into big trouble? "Oh, this is too much!" She was too agitated to be afraid of the trespaster. Where did he get the nerve to use a beutiful ornamental fountain as his personal tub? If Mr.Cox saw him...She didn''t even want to think of her employer throwing a fit and having another heart attack. She charged toward the intruder, knowing she had to do something but not sure what. "You can''t do that here!" she shouted from the pavement beside the pool. He couldn''t hear her over the splashing of water. "Hey, you can''t take aa shower here!" Desparate now - as assistant to Mr.Cox''s executive secretary she had to take action - she stepped up onto the marble rim of the pool and yelled aas loudly as she could. "You can''t use the fountain that way!" Finally he turned and walked slowly in her direction, as naked as a man could be without getting arrested. The scrapt of cloth cliging wetly to his groin was more a pouch than atual underwear water was dripping from it and trickling down his thighs. His skin was golden tan every where she dared look and water beaded on one chocolate-drop nipple as he raised his arms again to squeeze more water from his hair. "This fountain belongs to the Cox Corporation. You can''t bathe in it!" She tried to sound as intimidating as Miss Polk, but her voice wavered before she could give him an ultimatum. "I''m not bathing. See, no soap." He held out open palms and looked her over from head to toe, not even trying to be subtle. She was squirming inside her skin, his steady gaze making her feel as exposed as he was. Worse, she felt like an idiot. It wasnt'' fair! He was the barechested trespasser and she was doing him a favor by not screaming for help. He started toward her, moving with unhurried casualness, his long, tanned feet visible now on the slippery aqua tiles lining the bottom of the pool. "Look, if you''re homeless, if you need a place to stary, I have a little money you can have, and a friend of mine volunteers at a middion -" "Thanks, anyway. A bedroll is enough for me," he said, gesturing toward a knapsack and rumpled sleeping bag on the other side of the pavement. "You have to leave now." "Is this Cox tyrant?" he asked. "Yes - no....not exactly..." She tried to back off the rim of the pool, not to be alizing how treacherous wet marble could be. Increadibly, he moced faster than she fell. Instead of pulging forward and landing on her face in the shallow water, she was swept clear of the sharoedged rim and caught in his powerful wet arms. SHe instincitvely clutched at shoulders as firm ans smooth as well-worn saddle leather, then regretted touching him. "Let go of me!" "Steady now. Get your footing. The bottom''s a bit slick." He had a slight accent, too indistict to pin down but definitely foreign. "I can manage." She tried backing away, but her left foot slipped, thrusting her leg awkwardly between the damp, hairy limbs she was trying to avoid. His thighs closed around hers, perventing a fall but throwing her into a panic. "Easy does it. I''m not going to hurt you." Maybe it was his accent; his voice was oddly soothing in a ***y, deep-throated way. For whatever reason, she camled down for an instand, letting him catch her off guard. He grabbed under her arms and lifted all five foot nine inches of her over the rim of the pool. She stood dumbfounded in the puddled dripping from her legs, shifting uneasily from one soggy foot to the other. "You can''t sleep here, either," she mumbled, looking over her shoudler at his makeshift bed but thinking about his adorable little navel tucked in a nest of fine hairs that thickened at the edge of his practically nonxisten bikini. Một ngày trong giấc ngủ bật cười thấy mình xanh như chiếc lá cứ vươn mãi tới bầu trời đầy sao
