Enchanted Spring Read Free

job is. Second, how much are you going to pay me? And third, I don’t want to be here any more than you want me here, but the witches…”
    He grinned at the word and said, “Yeah, I know. Nothing to be done about it. They want us working together on this promotion and there’s nothing either of us can say or do to change that.
    “So, to answer your questions. One. This job is to build a promotion strategy for the spring for MatchMagic. They say their success rate is 100%—and I choose to believe them—so they should be making money hand over fist. The reason they’re not? I’m guessing they don’t have the money to advertise the way the big sites do, so we’ll just have to figure out a cheap way to let people know about them.”
    He shifted in the chair and a wave of lust rolled over her. His scent—all musky and hot—should be illegal. I can’t do this . She’d jump his bones if she worked here. She clasped her hands together, focused on the blank wall in front of her, and tried to hold her breath.
    “Two. I’m going to pay you twenty-five percent of what they pay me. I have no idea what that’s going to be. They steamrolled me into this job and we haven’t discussed anything except the promotion. Usually, this would cost somewhere around ten grand. For sure, we’re going to have to wait for our money until the results of the promotion kick in, so we’re going to bust our asses to ensure that it works.”
    Connie considered that and then nodded. Dorothea and Deborah could wait for the rent and she could eat for a couple of months—if she was very careful, ate lots of pasta and potatoes (no hardship), used coupons and checked every flyer—on the money she had left in the bank.
    “Three. The witches want you here and I could use the help. Romance isn’t my thing. You can give me a woman’s perspective.”
    Her perspective was all about Jamieson Smith. Being in the same room as him, sitting so close to him, was driving her wild. She had to keep her hands clasped tight, otherwise they’d be reaching for him. She wouldn’t be able to resist him for long.
    “How long is this going to take? Do I need to work here or can I take stuff back to my place?”
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    If she were any other woman, Jamieson would have encouraged her to work remotely, but something about Connie Stanton was different. He wanted her here, in his space, where he could see her. Where he could inhale and get a noseful of that wonderful aroma—it reminded him of cinnamon—that surrounded her. Where he could, with a little shift, touch her.
    Where he could taste her and see if that warm golden skin tasted like cinnamon to match her scent.
    He wanted to lick every single inch of her body, starting with the soft flesh exposed in the vee of her shirt.
    Shit . She worked for him. Okay, she only sort of worked for him, he could get around that, but he knew right away that she’d never follow his rules, knew he wouldn’t be able to follow his rules if he once touched her.
    The rules that had kept him single and unattached all these years, which were a staple of his life, were on the verge of being broken. And he couldn’t wait.
    He leaned in closer to her, his eyes locked on hers, waiting for a reaction. Her pupils dilated and he could hear her breathing quicken. Ah, he thought. She’s got the same problem I have .
    “We need to get this out of the way,” Jamieson whispered, his mouth right next to her ear. “I can’t work if we don’t.”
    He waited for her nod of acquiescence. It took longer than felt comfortable and he was just about to… Whatever it was he was just about to didn’t happen. She didn’t nod; she leaned in closer and placed her lips on his.
    He shared her breath, their hearts beating, their bodies trembling with desire. Jamieson had never felt this thunder of passion with any woman, never tried so hard to restrain himself, to experience this one singular moment.
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    Connie knew she would