Candy was starting to figure out Jared was a whole lot of masculine bluster.
Beneath the cool stare and the cutting words he sometimes tossed off, he had
Twenty minutes later when she walked into his condo, she realized those feelings
included being really doggone romantic.
He had recreated her idea of a perfect evening, right down to his own addition
of a fire popping warmly in the fireplace.
Oh, Lord. If she hadn't been on the edge before—taking in the table set for two,
the chilling wine, and the scented candles burning did her in for sure. It felt
almost like she was falling for Jared.
Which was insane, since she was supposed to be using him just for the purpose of
having some romping good sex. But the stupid man had gone and actually listened
to what she had said when she'd been talking. She wasn't sure any man besides
her stepfather had ever actually heard a single word she'd said outside of work
Her ex-husband sure in the heck never had.
"Oh, Jared, you didn't have to go to so much trouble." But she was sure glad he
"It wasn't any trouble."
For a man who claimed not to get embarrassed, he was doing a pretty good
imitation of just that. He cleared his throat.
It just made him all the more gorgeous.
Jared was wearing casual black jeans and a sky-blue shirt, which made his blue
eyes even lighter against his dark hair. He had a smooth, understated style,
always looking good but never veering into the world of primping.
He picked up a remote control and turned the stereo on. Jazz music she didn't
recognize started playing softly. Her legs threatened to give way. He'd even
remembered the jazz.
When he held her chair out for her, she looked at the pasta sitting in a covered
bowl ready to be served. If he had cooked food that was edible, she might just
never want to leave. "Did you cook this?"
He snorted. "Hell no. I don't cook. I ordered it from an Italian restaurant
around the corner."
Then he sat down across from her. He sounded oddly eager when he said, "Do you
"Not unless you call pb and j sandwiches cooking."
"I can make omelets," he said.
She was impressed. Scrambled was the most she could manage. "I can boil hot dogs
and heat up canned corn."
They both laughed while he poured the wine and served them pasta and bread. She
took a steaming bite and silently thanked the unknown chef. Having spent a good
portion of her lunch hour holed up in the ladies' room, she was now starving.
After a few bites, Candy said, "We're not going to get to any work on Chunky
Chocolate, are we?"
Jared looked up from his plate. "We'll get to it." He grinned. "Sometime before
it's due on Harold's desk."
She was afraid he would say that. Or really damn pleased was probably the more
"Jared, we should at least try and work on it." Candy tried to sound firm, but
she knew she was failing miserably.
He kept smiling. Geez, she loved his smile. He didn't ever look so relaxed at
work and she felt a giddy pleasure that she could bring that grin to his face.
To Jared Kinkaid, the
only way to keep his mind — and his
hands — off his luscious co-worker Candy Appleton is to
insult or ignore her at every turn. But his efforts at lust
control have his boss convinced that the partners need a
little help via online couples counseling.
But when they're mistakenly
signed up for sensual couples
counseling instead, Jared and Candy's shock turns to
pleasure as they each deliver some hands on therapy of their
Previously published, this novella has
been fully updated and reissued.
USA Today and New York Times Bestselling author Erin McCarthy first published
in 2002 and has since written over sixty novels and novellas in teen fiction,
new adult romance, paranormal, and contemporary romance. Erin is a RITA finalist
and an ALA Reluctant Young Reader award recipient, and is both traditionally and
When she's not writing she can be found sipping martinis
in high heels or eating ice cream in fleece pajamas depending on the day, and
herding her animals, kids, and amazing renovation-addicted husband.
Having hot sex with your boss is a bad idea. Right?
Mack Stone can’t
believe he’s just walked in on the
delicious Kindra Hill having an online affair in her office.
Being discovered in flagrante computer delicto by her boss
doesn’t seem to bother Kindra. In fact, she claims to prefer
the impersonal touch to the complication of a relationship.
to make Mack issue a challenge of his own: He
wants Kindra to grant him twelve nonstop hours to turn every
erotic DM into a hot reality and prove that in love and
pleasure, there’s no substitute for the real thing.
*This story was previously published
but has been fully updated.