Eclipse of the Heart Read Free

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romantically, she followed him out to his assistant's desk.
    "Rosie," he said, "please take Ms. Thompson down to HR. Tell Felipe to be ready to drive her home in about an
hour so she can pack a bag and then come back here to meet me. We’ll ride to
the airport together."
    Rosie swiveled toward him in her chair. "Yes, sir, Mr.
Winter, I'll get right on it. But your pilot, Jack, called and said to tell you
a storm is comin ' in. If you can leave a couple hours
earlier, he thinks that would be good."
    Logan paused. "Amanda, is it all right with you to
postpone the visit to HR until Friday? We're only taking an overnight
trip."
    "Of course." The way her
head was spinning, all she really wanted was a few minutes out of his
overwhelming presence so she could collect her thoughts.
    "Thank you." He turned back to Rosie. "Ask
Felipe to pick up Ms. Thompson immediately, and take her home to pack a bag.
Then call Jack and tell him we'll be at the airport at three."
    "Okay." Rosie had her head down as she concentrated
on taking notes.
    "Amanda." Logan nodded at her. "I'll need to
work on the plane, but we can discuss your duties in more detail when we get to
the hotel."
    He took two strides toward his office and turned back once
more.
    "Oh, and Rosie, call the agency and tell them I’ve
filled the position."
    "Your next interview is waiting." Rosie pointed to
a voluptuous redhead sitting in front of the windows. Her long legs were
crossed, and slanted sideways to show off their form and length.  Amanda
understood instantly what Rosie had meant about women dressing provocatively to
get the job. The woman's mini skirt barely covered her butt, and her shirt was
open almost to the navel.
    Logan glanced at the woman. "Cancel all the other
interviews," he said to Rosie. But he stopped to watch as the redhead
strutted across the expanse of gray carpet in response to Rosie's summons.
    The elevator appeared silently and swooped her away. Logan disappeared into his office.
    " Miu miu skirt." Rosie sighed. "Jimmy
Choos."
    "Didn't get her the job," Amanda pointed out.
    "No," Rosie agreed. "But you saw the way he
was lookin ' at her. Remember what I said about your
clothes when you go home to pack."
     Amanda laughed. "I really don't think I can play
the femme fatale." But her fingers crept to the button closing her blouse
firmly at her neck. Maybe she could loosen up a little. She didn't date much
because she'd always had to work hard, not only to help her mother financially,
but also to help with the care for her younger sister. When she'd moved to
Philadelphia to get her MBA, she'd also worked part-time in the school library.
Full-time studies and a part-time job kept her too busy to focus on being sexy.
That kind of behavior was for women more interested in a marriage license than
a career. At least, that's what she told herself.
    She got asked out enough to keep her ego in relatively good
shape, but she preferred to socialize in small groups of friends. That way, she
didn't have to worry about some individual guy getting too attentive. Even
those group outings had to be limited, as she didn't have the funds for a big
entertainment budget.
    Yet here she was, after only a few minutes in the company of
Logan Winter, wondering if she'd missed out on a big part of the fun in life.
Maybe she could take a lesson from that redhead and learn how to be a bit
sexier. Not to attract Logan, of course, because she was going to be working
for him. But there were plenty of other men in the world.
    "You want the job?" Rosie pointed a red marker at
her, drawing her back to the here and now.
    "I need this job,"
Amanda said firmly. She had a sudden urge to confide in this cheerful elf.
Rosie seemed straightforward, friendly, and helpful. "I have a sister
who's really sick," Amanda said, the words slipping out. "I have to
support her and my mother. So this job is really important."
    "Oh, I'm sorry." Rosie leaned forward, her eyes
going even rounder in