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Sweet Deal
Sweet Deal
Sweet Deal
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Sweet Deal

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The relationship is pretend. The chemistry...isn’t.

After her last job ended with a broken heart and a humiliating exit from the company, Shelby Leighton’s project management career is back on track with a new job and a high-profile project. The problem: her new boss is a little too friendly, and the staff is talking. Can you say, “déjà vu?” The solution: casually mention a fictional new boyfriend.

New problem: She’s expected to bring her new man to the upcoming corporate picnic.

Jake Magill doesn’t do relationships. It’s casual or nothing, but the hot blonde he’s been eyeing at the coffee shop is really something. Especially when she confesses her problem, and he finds himself offering to act as her date.

Sounds simple. Stroll around the party with Shelby’s sexy curves clinging to his arm? He’s all over it. Until he meets her boss—the man who once stole and married the one woman Jake thought he loved.

Now Jake’s the one with a reason to pretend. If only to save his own pride...and Shelby from the man who could ruin her career. It’s a sweet deal that works for both of them...but a sweet deal turns sour when hearts get involved and then the truth comes out...

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Release dateMar 30, 2017
ISBN9781988600215
Sweet Deal
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Kelly Jamieson

Kelly Jamieson is a USA Today bestselling author of over forty romance novels and novellas. She writes the kind of books she loves to read--sexy romance with heat, humor and emotion. Her writing has been described as "emotionally complex", "sweet and satisfying" and "blisteringly sexy". She likes coffee (black), wine (mostly white) and shoes (high!). She also loves watching hockey. She is the author of the popular Heller Brothers Hockey series and the Rule of Three trilogy. Visit her website at www.kellyjamieson.com or contact her at info@kellyjamieson.com.

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Sweet Deal - Kelly Jamieson

Sweet Deal

Kelly Jamieson

Copyright

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely coincidental.

Sweet Deal

Copyright 2017 by Kelly Jamieson

ISBN: 978-1-988600-21-5

Cover by Dar Albert

Digital Formatting by Author E.M.S.

All Rights Are Reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

Table of Contents

Copyright

Praise for the Novels of Kelly Jamieson

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Epilogue

Author Note

Excerpt from LIMITED TIME OFFER

Other Books by Kelly Jamieson

About the Author

PRAISE FOR THE NOVELS OF KELLY JAMIESON

Kelly Jamieson delivers a blazing passionate read that tugs at the heartstrings!

~ Carly Phillips, New York Times Bestselling Author

seductive and bewitching from the very start… Softly romantic and wickedly provocative

~ RT Book Reviews on Rule of Three

Kelly Jamieson now has a permanent place on my keeper shelf and I can’t wait to see what she writes next.

~ Joyfully Reviewed

Ms. Jamieson once again gives the reader a richly detailed story that is brimming over with sexual tension, intoxicating desires and intriguing carnal needs that is edgy and psychologically intense…

~ The Romance Studio

…I love Kelly Jamieson’s books and the way that she depicts her characters…

~ Sizzling Hot Book Reviews

Chapter One

Shelby approached her boss’s corner office with same enthusiasm as the cockroach exhibit at the zoo. Stomach in knots, she sucked in a long, slow breath and straightened her shoulders. She knew why he’d called her to his office. Everyone had been waiting all week for the announcement. He’d made a decision about who was going to manage the new claims’ payment system project.

She paused outside Andrew’s door where his secretary Susan sat behind her desk, laughing and talking in low tones with two other women. When Susan saw Shelby, her smile disappeared and she stopped talking. Both the other women turned to look at Shelby, and their laughter immediately dried up, an uncomfortable silence thickening around them.

Shelby smiled at the women. Hi, Susan, she said brightly. Andrew wanted to see me.

He’s waiting for you, Susan said in a chilly tone. Go on in.

Thanks.

Shelby poked her head in the office at the same time she gave a few soft raps on the door. Sunlight poured in through floor-to-ceiling windows, flooding the plush carpet with light and illuminating the green leaves of the tropical plants arranged in one corner. Andrew sat behind his desk at the far end of the spacious room, his dark blond hair gleaming in the bright light.

A smile spread across his tanned face when he saw her. Shelby.

He pushed back from his desk and rose. He strode from behind the L-shaped furniture and walked toward her, his hazel eyes warm, his expensive suit tailored to his broad shoulders. Only two years older than she, he’d already risen to the position of Director of Project Management at Gold Shield Insurance.

Hey, nice dress. His eyes moved admiringly over her. Is that new?

Her smile tightened just a fraction. Yes, it is. Thanks.

Have a seat. He gestured toward the round table where they often had meetings and she pulled out a chair, sat and crossed her legs. She set her leather-bound notebook on the table and folded her hands over it, trying to ignore the fluttering sensation inside her.

Andrew pulled out a chair and dropped into it with an easy, athletic grace. He swept a hand over his short hair. So, you probably know why I wanted to meet with you.

Her stomach cramped even more, but she kept her smile firmly in place. I assume it’s about the payment project.

Yeah. His own smile broadened. I can finally announce who’s going to be the project manager on that one. His eyes glowed with fondness as he gazed at her across the table.

No. No. Please, please don’t let it be me.

It’s you, Shelby.

His words were no surprise. She’d known he was going to tell her that. But the sudden accumulation of saliva in her mouth and the churning of her stomach made her afraid she was going to vomit right there in her boss’s office.

She wanted to protest. No, not me, she silently insisted. Please not me. This is a huge mistake.

But Andrew waited with an expectant smile for her reaction. Feeling almost dizzy with the effort to not burst into tears, she pulled her mouth into what she hoped resembled a smile. She tried to speak, but the words stuck in her throat.

Get a grip, get a grip.

Thank you, she finally managed to croak. I’m so happy.

She wasn’t the best person for this job. She knew it. Everyone else at Gold Shield Insurance knew it. There were already too many people who resented her, just like Susan, and there were too many people who were talking about her. About her and Andrew.

About how he kept giving her the best projects to work on even though other project managers had more experience than her. About how she’d been promoted while others who’d been at Gold Shield much longer than she had—men and women—were passed over. About how she and Andrew often had coffee together. And lunch together.

There’ll be some travel involved in this project, Andrew said. We’ll need to go to New York next month.

We? The question squeaked out before she could stop it, but once again she already knew the answer. Her stomach swooped again.

Yeah. I’ll be coming with you. Andrew leaned back in his chair, smiling again. I plan to be fairly involved in this project, since it’s so high profile.

And costly. She eyed him across the table, her fingers curled around the edge of her notebook.

That too. His brow creased just a little. But it’ll have a big impact on customer service. You’re happy about this, aren’t you, Shelby?

Of course I am! Again, she stretched her mouth into a smile. You know I’m always interested in new challenges. In learning more. Although, I do think Brad Amando would have had a lot to contribute to this project. He has a lot of experience working with both those departments and he’s very smart.

Andrew frowned. "Well, yeah, you can tap him as an additional resource if you want to bring him into the project team. But you will be the manager."

Of course.

She tried to relax her tight fingers, tried to calm the flock of fluttering birds in her abdomen. She could do it. Truthfully, heading it up was exciting. She did love a challenge. She wanted to take on additional learning opportunities. She wanted to advance in the company. And she desperately, painfully, wanted to keep this job.

She needed to keep that confident façade firmly in place, even though on the inside she couldn’t help but wonder if Andrew’s faith in her was somewhat misplaced. She’d been successful in the other projects she’d been involved in since starting at Gold Shield Insurance a year ago, but even that hadn’t completely rebuilt the confidence that had been eroded at her last job.

And working her way up wasn’t that much fun when she was as popular with her coworkers as a telemarketer at dinner time.

This weekend is the big company picnic. Andrew eyes still regarded her with disturbing warmth. You’re coming, of course?

Oh yes, of course I am.

Another opportunity to network and socialize with management. She knew how important those social events were.

We should go together.

Jesus, no. Go to the picnic together? Her stomach bottomed out and her mind raced. That was such a freakin’ bad idea. She had to get out of this! But how?

With you and your wife? Please, please, please.

Oh, Gianna probably won’t come. The faint crease appeared between his brows again. She doesn’t enjoy company functions.

Yeah, that wasn’t good. All the other spouses would be there. That was how it went at Gold Shield. Even kids would be there. The social committee had been busy organizing events for the younger guests, including volunteers who would supervise the kids so the adults could still have a good time on their own.

Shelby sucked briefly on her bottom lip, her mind still searching for a way to get out of this. There was no possible way she could go to the picnic with Andrew. People were talking about them enough already, and would be even more after the announcement about the new project was made public.

Shit. She lifted a hand and pushed her hair back. Actually, she said, trying desperately for light and casual. I’ve been seeing someone and I was going to bring him to the picnic.

Andrew’s brows snapped together and his posture tightened. Oh. His gaze lasered onto her. Really? I didn’t know you’d been seeing someone.

Oh yeah, for a while now. She waved a hand, smiling. He’s such a nice guy.

Now his eyebrows flew up. Really?

She nodded and smiled. Damn, damn, damn. This was a total fabrication but she had to get him off her case somehow. Ambitious and driven as she was, she did not want her reputation being ruined yet again by a horny boss who couldn’t keep his pants zipped.

Although that wasn’t entirely fair to Andrew. Despite all the favoritism he’d seemed to show her, she couldn’t say for sure he had anything more than business on his mind. He’d never been overtly inappropriate. He’d always been friendly and encouraging, even though she’d felt an uncomfortable twinge of unfairness at some of the decisions he’d made, and his most recent statement that they’d be travelling together made her want to squirm in her chair.

The temperature in the room dropped by several chilly degrees. You never mentioned him before.

True. In their coffee chats they talked about their personal lives as well as work, about Andrew’s wife and her issues with his workaholic tendencies, about Shelby’s friends and social life. The usual kind of chit-chat you have with coworkers—What did you do this weekend? Went to a movie with friends on Friday night, then Saturday night was my friend Riley’s birthday so the girls went out for dinner. That kind of thing.

And no, she’d never mentioned the new boyfriend because…he didn’t exist.

How was she going to find someone to bring to the picnic? She was so screwed.

Jake Magill smiled at the cute barista behind the counter as he accepted his coffee from her, then turned and walked out of the coffee shop. He had a million things to do back at the office, and he should’ve sent his assistant to get his coffee for him, but he’d needed a break, needed to get up from his desk and move, even if it was only down the elevator and across the street. Sitting in his office all day, in the same routine, day in, day out, doing the same things, was turning him into a stagnating nutcase. Sometimes he just had to get out of there.

Outside on the downtown sidewalk, he stopped. It was a beautiful summer day in Rocky Harbor, California, the sun shining, the sky a clear, cloudless blue above the office buildings surrounding him. Tables and chairs were arranged under a yellow-and-white-striped awning outside the coffee shop, every table occupied with people sipping their coffees, chatting in pairs, a few people there alone reading the newspaper or working on a laptop. A man was hosing off the sidewalk in front of the next building, filling the morning air with a fresh, damp scent.

Jake’s eyes fell on the blonde sitting at the end of the small patio. She was alone again.

One corner of his mouth kicked up. He saw her there almost every day ordering her skinny cinnamon latte, while he ordered his Americano. Their eyes had caught…and held… They’d said hi a few times, had made a bit of small talk, but had never really talked. But he’d imagined they had.

He figured her to be a secretary. Or should he say, sexetary. Long blonde hair, bedroom eyes and big boobs all added up to sex in his mind. The little suits and dresses she wore hugged her curvy body, and heels added inches to her petite height, drawing attention to the hottest pair of legs he’d seen in recent memory. She was like a kitten, but a sexy kitten, soft and cute and little.

She looked up and their gazes connected in the way that sometimes happens when you’re checking someone out and they seem to sense it. Her lips lifted into a smile, recognizing him from all the mornings they’d seen each other there.

What the hell. Yeah, he had work to do, but dammit, he deserved a coffee break before the mind-numbing boredom of his job drove him around the bend. The beautiful summer day made him want to sit at one of those tables too, and enjoy the sun and fresh air. Every table was occupied, but there was an empty chair at the little sex kitten’s table. Why not?

Hi. He smiled as he approached her, carrying his coffee. Mind if I join you? There are no empty tables.

She returned the smile, though the shadow he saw in her eyes had him pausing. Sure. I was just leaving anyway.

No, no, stay. I don’t want to disturb you. I’ll sit somewhere else.

A lie. He wouldn’t mind disturbing her. He started to turn away.

That’s okay. Have a seat. Please.

He slowly pulled out the chair and sat. Okay, but don’t run away on my account.

I’ll finish my coffee. She lifted the cardboard cup with its domed plastic lid.

Your skinny cinnamon latte. The faint cinnamon scent drifted across the table.

They shared a smile. Yes.

My name’s Jake.

Shelby.

We’ve sort of already met, but it’s nice to know your name.

Yeah.

He watched her assess him, felt the tug of attraction, the flare of interest.

On your coffee break? He removed the lid of his cup and set it on the small table. The rich, dark-roasted aroma rose to his nose.

Sort of. She made a face. I just needed to get out of the office for a few minutes. I kind of had a run-in with my boss.

Uh-oh. He lifted a brow and sipped his coffee, hot and black. Everything okay?

She gave a heartfelt sigh and the emotion behind it pulled at something inside him. Yeah, things are okay. I was just given a great new project to manage. If I do a good job, it’ll probably get me another promotion.

He tipped his head and gave her a curious look. Okay, not a sexetary, apparently. And the problem with that is…?

Her wry smile held a hint of uncertainty, though intelligence gleamed in those blue eyes. It’s a long story.

Go ahead. He waved a hand. I have time. He tried to encourage her with his smile, curious about why she was so clearly upset over something she should be celebrating.

I’m afraid my boss is…I don’t know how to explain it. She looked down at her cup, both hands wrapped around it. I think he’s…

Her glum expression had him leaning closer, concern swelling inside him. Is he harassing you? His voice went rough and he frowned.

Her ocean-blue eyes flew back up to meet his. No! No, not really. It’s just…he keeps giving me the best assignments, the best projects to manage, even when I think someone else might be more qualified. He calls me into his office and sometimes he just wants to talk. He takes me out for lunch. People are noticing and it’s making things…very uncomfortable.

The shadows in her eyes and the way her voice went a little shaky told him how much this disturbed her.

At first I was happy. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. I was glad he liked my work, and I was doing so well. Then I started to realize what was going on. Now he’s given me this big, high-profile project and he says we—he and I—have to go to New York together next month. I really don’t want to do that. She bit her bottom lip.

I see. His frown remained in place.

Oh heavens, why am I talking about this to a total stranger? She gave a light laugh and shook her head.

Hey, sometimes it helps to talk about it. And sometimes strangers are the best ones to talk to.

I suppose.

What are you going to do?

I don’t know. But I kind of screwed up this morning. I told him I have a new boyfriend. I thought that might get him off my back. But he actually got…kind of annoyed, I think.

Hell. His shoulders tensed. What kind of scumbucket did she work for?

I know. She shook her head, her eyes troubled. This weekend is the big company picnic. It’s a schmooze-fest and I have to go. He’s going to expect to meet this nonexistent new boyfriend.

That was a good idea, though. Maybe the boyfriend could be sick that day. Or out of town on business.

Yeah. I guess that’s what I’m going to have to do, make up some excuse. If my boss was bringing his wife, it’d be better. With her there, he wouldn’t try anything. But he says she doesn’t like coming to company functions.

He’s married.

Yeah.

Rat bastard. Jake shook his head. That’s shitty.

I get the impression things aren’t so great between him and his wife. But I don’t know if he’s ever really cheated on her. Maybe I shouldn’t complain. I’m probably reading too much into all this. It’s just… She hitched one small shoulder and another soft sigh escaped her pretty mouth. "I know people are talking and jumping to conclusions, and I hate that. I’m good at my job and I want to be judged on my work."

Absolutely. Guilt stabbed him at how he’d thought she was a sexy secretary. Little blonde-bimbo sex kitten. Maybe that was exaggerating, but she was definitely giving him a different impression than he’d had before they’d talked. "He shouldn’t be doing that to you. Even if he doesn’t mean anything. And I hope to Christ he doesn’t, because if he is looking for more than just a professional relationship, he should be punched. He should know people talk. Asshole."

She wrinkled her nose and smiled. Thanks.

Wish I could help somehow.

Oh, I’ll be fine. She straightened her shoulders and smiled with a determined optimism.

Their eyes met with an almost physical force. Her smile faded and he knew his did too, and with sudden sureness he knew they both had the same idea.

The words came out even though he knew it was crazy. But she was so sweet and pretty and distressed, her good reputation being trashed by a jerk-off boss. I can come and pretend to be your boyfriend.

Chapter Two

That’s crazy. She stared at him.

Yeah, it kind of is. He grinned. But what the hell. Maybe it’ll get him to back off once and for all if he sees you with someone else.

You don’t have to do that. You don’t even know me.

Well, he wasn’t going to insist. He was almost regretting making the wacky offer, so if she didn’t want to do it, fine. Whatever. He shrugged. I’m not busy this weekend. But if you have some other way of dealing with it…

I don’t. She sighed again. Golden eyebrows slanted down over those

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