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definitely had alpha male qualities, especially with his towering height. He walked with a confident swag toward the hospitality desk. Tamara could see only his profile, but everything about him put her on alert. The other two men were decent enough, but paled in comparison with the leader. He turned to speak to the men and she got a good look at his face. He was most definitely her target, Grant Benson.
    Tall. Dark. Hot sex on two legs.
    Lethal combination.
    She swallowed a mouthful of soda, set down the empty cup and readied herself for the approach.

Chapter 2
    W ith check-in complete at the registration desk, Grant surveyed the clubhouse. Still no sign of Simmons, his problem employee, and no calls from him or Latrice, his executive assistant, to give him any updates. Hopefully, no tragedy had struck Simmons, and it was only that the guy was as immature as he seemed to be. One would think that an invitation to play golf with the CEO wouldn’t be treated as optional.
    “We’ll get started in a few minutes. Go ahead and store your things.” Grant looked at his watch. “We’ve got a couple minutes.” He looked up to find a woman staring at him.
    “May I help you?”
    “Um...I wanted...you. Talk.” The woman hesitated but then focused on his face. “I would like to speak to you,” she continued. Her scrutiny of his face momentarily muted him. His thoughts darted about. He wondered if she was someone he had once known or just another of those nosy reporters who were always trying to get an interview. Otherwise, there was no reason for her to check him out in such an intense way.
    Either way, he was intrigued by the bold approach. His mouth hitched on the side with a slight show of his amusement. She sure wasn’t hard on the eyes. Golf attire wasn’t exactly revealing and sexy, but the color scheme of her clothes was sophisticated. The cute bangs feathered along her forehead capped her oval face while the rest of her hair was pulled back. Her medium build set her at about his shoulder, while her overall frame was an hourglass shape—curvaceous and feminine.
    “Really.” He muted his interest.
    “Looks like you’re in need of one more.” She jutted her chin toward Hadfield and Norton, who were still browsing through the small gift shop area.
    “Are you interested?”
    “Yes, I’m interested. But before you think I’m a party crasher, I’m Tamara Wendell.”
    “I’m Grant Benson.”
    “I know.”
    He felt a frown deepen on his face. He scaled back his charm and replaced it with deliberate frost.
    “I need to talk to you.”
    “Uh-huh.”
    “Your people are giving me the runaround.” She moved her clubs closer to her body and struck a pose that was normal enough, except this beautiful woman standing in front of him defied normal.
    “My people?”
    “Your human resources department,” she replied with an accusatory note.
    “I have confidence that they know what type of person I need for the company’s mission.” He assessed her body. He wouldn’t entertain any attempts to sway his authority over his HR department. No matter how pretty the reason.
    “I’m sure they do. However, I didn’t even get a chance to tell them about my guys.”
    “Your guys?” Now he couldn’t beat back the curiosity. She was way too young to have sons who were looking for work. Maybe she was an overprotective sister?
    “I run the New Horizons Leadership Academy, which helps young men. I link them with companies that provide internship opportunities, in addition to teaching them other life skills.”
    “Okay.” Grant remained wary, although the request sounded harmless.
    “Your HR department blew me off. Yet, you are known for having a robust internship program.”
    “Our interns work hard. It’s not a charity program.”
    She visibly tightened under his crisp declaration. But he didn’t care about her challenges. It was her job to make him care, and fast.
    “I’m not looking for charity,” she