One Week
Elisabeth Staab
HE HAS A LEGACY TO SAVE…
Michael Hale's company is in jeopardy. In the wake of his father's death and transitioning to CEO, projects are circling the drain and that may cost him everything. Come to find out, the consultant hired to fix things is the "one who got away" many years ago. This time he's playing for keeps, and he intends to win.
SHE SHOULD NEVER SAY NEVER…
Elise Jackson swore she wouldn't come near Michael Hale again. He sucker punched her professionally, and he broke her heart. Still, a job’s a job, and they can both be adults. But high emotion and late nights working lead to passion neither of them can deny.
They have one week. Can the two of them pull Michael's company out of the fire and heal their old wounds?
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Elise’s phone rang on the way out of the
parking garage while she was juggling a purse, a laptop, and two steamy cups.
Michael calling. She managed to dig her phone out on the last ring. “Good
morning.”
“I’ll get back to you about the ‘good’ part
once I’ve had some fresh-roasted happy juice,” he said. “Which is why I called.
I’m at the deli by the building right now, thought I’d see if you wanted
anything.”
“Oh. Actually, I stopped at Starbucks
already.” She leaned down so the security badge she’d clipped to her coat could
be read by the sensor, and then shoved the door with her hip. “I, uh, got you a
peppermint mocha.”
“Hell, that’s way better than plain old dark
roast. I don’t suppose you got an extra shot of peppermint?”
Elise smiled to herself as she headed through
the silent lobby to get on the elevator. Still dark outside, most of the
employees wouldn’t be in for at least a couple of hours. “I may have gotten an extra shot of
peppermint.”
You like it that way. I remembered.
Michael chuckled through the phone. “Well I
suppose it’s only fair.”
“Oh?”
“I may have
gotten you a chocolate chip muffin.”
The mere mention made her stomach grumble.
“Oh. Well. I don’t like chocolate chip muffins.”
“No?”
“No. I love them.” Elise had set down her
belongings while waiting for the elevator. She paused mid-breath when she
realized she’d wrapped one long strand of hair around and around her index
finger. The sound of the lobby door had her yanking her hand behind her back.
Her gaze darted around the seemingly
cavernous space that stood between Elise’s position at the elevators and the
building’s front door. The Christmas trees, unlit now, glared back with dark,
silent judgment. He hurt you.
Professionally, not just personally. Remember?
The trees had a point. After their close
encounter the evening before she’d resolved to be professional, and damned if
she wasn’t standing here in the lobby twirling her hair like some kind of
teenager.
“Well if it’s love then I guess it’s a good thing
I got a four-pack,” Michael said as he swung open the giant entryway doors. His
footsteps echoed solidly in the otherwise-empty lobby.
Wrapping both hands around her mocha, she
chugged fast, ignoring the burn and hoping the caffeine would help zap the
stupid out of her brain. At the very least, the inside of her mouth would be
too scorched to do any damage. “That’s… thank you.”
Dammit, his smile still seemed a little lazy
and sleepy, his hair ruffled from the chilly breeze outside. Tough to feel all
bitchy and righteous when he stood in front of her holding out a bag of muffins
with that tired half-grin. Tough not to think about the fact that he’d only
recently woken up. In fact….
“Your shirt isn’t buttoned quite right.” She
pointed to his chest.
He shook his head and hooked the bag with the
muffins over his wrist while he undid his shirt halfway to fix the
misalignment, exposing a toned, olive chest. “Didn’t get a lot of sleep last
night,” he mumbled as he re-fastened his shirt.
“I hear you.” Coffee. I need so much more coffee.
Elisabeth Staab took a long time to find her passion. After many jobs, she realized that nothing beats romance. She digs coffee, saucy stories, and sexy things that go bump in the night. Once, she ate dinner in a jail and liked it. She lives in the Washington DC area with her incredible family and does her best to juggle life while ignoring the laundry.
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