Dangerous Curves: Naughty Little Secrets Read Free Page A

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    A few hours later I was just finishing the updates when I heard the noise ding telling me I had a new e-mail. That wasn’t unusual – it was almost 2 in the morning, and at this time of night my inbox often received spam. 
    But when I clicked on the tab to open my inbox, I was stunned. The e-mail was wasn’t from a spammer. It was from my boss, Nicholas Colby.
    I stared at the screen, trying to get over the shock. Nicholas Colby had never e-mailed me before. Even more surprising, it had come from his personal e-mail account, sent to my personal account. How had he even gotten my private e-mail address?
    His message was short and to the point. Two sentences, no subject line.
     
    To: Violet Lewis
    From: Nicholas Colby
    Subject: (blank)
    I like your new column.
    Nick
     
    I stared at the screen, confused. Did Mr. Colby know I’d written the vegan piece from the week before? It had been published under “Staff Writer,” but Mariah sent him a weekly status report on the magazine. Perhaps she’d put it in there. That had to be it.
    I pulled Nick’s e-mail onto the screen and typed out a quick reply.
     
    To: Nicholas Colby
    From: Violet Lewis
    Subject: (Blank)
    Thanks for the compliment! I didn’t figure you for a vegan ;)
     
    His reply was instant.
    That’s not the column I’m talking about. I’m talking about what you wrote tonigt.
     
    I hit reply, and typed:
    I’m sorry, Mr. Colby, I don’t follow….
     
    Again, he replied right away. Only this time, he’d taken care to fill in the subject line.
     
    To: Violet Lewis
    From: Nicholas Colby
    Subject: Your naughty little secret
    That’s the one I’m talking about. Interesting piece. You should write more oftenfor the magazine.
     
    Whoa! I jumped back from the desk. Had I put my name on it? I quickly hopped online and double checked. Nope. It was listed as Staff Writer, as was the protocol. I had not been planning on telling anyone about that column – not Katie, not even Mariah (although I suppose she would have found out eventually). Still, I’d intended to keep the secret for as long as possible…which was apparently only a few hours.
    I could think of no appropriate response. I wanted to say a million things – how did you know it was me? Why did you read it? Why are you e-mailing me? Instead, I kept it short and to the point:
     
    To: Nicholas Colby
    From: Violet Lewis
    Subject: re: Your naughty little secret
    You read that?
     
     
    To: Violet Lewis
    From: Nicholas Colby
    Subject: (blank)
    I read every word. Twice.
    P.S. Call me Nick
     
    Call me Nick? I felt a jumble of emotions hit me all at once. I was stunned. Embarrassed. Mortified…and slightly excited. Was Nick Colby flirting with me? No, it had to be my imagination. I wasn’t his type.
    Still, I couldn’t resist being slightly playful back. Short and sweet had worked before, so I tried it again. Only I pushed a bit further this time.
     
    To: Nicholas Colby
    From: Violet Lewis
    Subject: re: re: Your naughty little secret
    Okay, Nick it is then!
    P.S. Call me anytime. :)
     
    He took my instructions literally. Less than a minute after I’d hit send on the e-mail, my desk phone rang. It was a 212 area code, coming from a number I didn’t recognize.
    “Hello, Violet,” said a deep, sexy voice. “This is Nick Colby. I hope this isn’t too late. Thought I will point out you said to call you anytime….”
    If I’d been stunned before, now I was downright flabbergasted. When I’d written “call me anytime” it had been a flirty little joke, and I’d regretted it the instant I hit sent. I hadn’t actually expected him to call.
    I looked at the clock on the bottom right-hand corner of my computer screen. It read 2:38 a.m. I should be leaving work soon.
    “Well, it is a little late….” I said jokingly. “But it’s not