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Authors: Lynsay Sands
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They’re the security team. They’re finishing the installation of the alarm system and cameras on the windows and doors upstairs.”
Yes, he did know that, but…“Couldn’t they have come later in the day? They woke me up.”
Jackie sat back with a sigh. “The sooner everything’s in place and fully operational the better.”
Vincent scowled, but he was unable to fault her reasoning. Unfortunately.
“I did ask them to try to keep the noise down,” she added apologetically. “I’ll talk to them again so that you can get some more sleep.”
“No, no. I’m awake now.” Vincent shifted impatiently on his feet, his gaze looking over Jackie, noting she wore another business suit, this one gray with a red blouse under it. Very sharp, very nice on her, he thought, his gaze slipping to the wide expanse of neck left bare by the open top two buttons. He found himself staring at the creamy white flesh withfascination. To him, it was tantamount to waving a pizza under the nose of a starving man. Without even thinking about it, Vincent found himself taking a step closer, pausing only when his thighs bumped against the edge of the desk.
“For heaven’s sake, stop looking at me like lunch!” Jackie said irritably as she stood up. “And, do you always have to wander around here shirtless?”
Vincent blinked and glanced down at himself, only now becoming aware that he was wearing only a pair of soft cotton pajama pants. Apparently, she found his state of undress distressing, he noted, and glanced up to catch Jackie staring at his chest. Her eyes slid down over his pecs to his flat stomach in a caress he almost felt. Vincent found himself with the sudden urge to stretch and flex some of those muscles she was eyeing with such interest, but before he could, Jackie blinked as if waking from sleep and jerked her eyes up to his face.
She blushed bright pink at being caught gawking, then he saw her mouth tighten and spoke quickly to prevent her grouching at him again. “So what’s all this then?”
Jackie hesitated, then glanced down at the stacks of paper on his desk. Sighing, she pushed one hand through her golden hair and visibly relaxed. “This is your mail, Mr. Argeneau.”
“Hmm. Mail.” Vincent ignored the return of the formal address and nodded as he glanced over the piles. He never opened his mail. He just stacked it up on the table in his hallway until the table couldn’t hold it anymore, then dumped it all in a box.
“You had three months worth of mail in your hall,” she informed him dryly.
“Yes, well—”
“I opened and sorted it all, stacking it in order by date with the oldest on top,” Jackie went on, ignoring his efforts to explain himself. “This first pile is just bill receipts. I gather you have direct debit for all your bills?”
“Yes,” Vincent answered absently, his gaze slipping from the stack in question, to the creamy flesh of her throat and lingering there before he forced it away.
Jackie nodded. “I’ll file them later today if you’ll tell me where your files are kept.”
“I usually just toss them in a box and throw them in that closet,” Vincent admitted, gesturing to a door to their right.
Jackie’s eyes widened incredulously at this news. “What about when tax time rolls around? Don’t you—”
“I send the boxes to my personal accountant,” Vincent answered. “Most of it isn’t stuff he needs, but I let him sort it out.”
“That’s—that—” Jackie paused, cleared her throat and then said, “Accountants charge by the hour to sort out such things.”
Vincent shrugged, not terribly concerned. Money wasn’t a big issue for him. Between his shares in Argeneau Enterprises, along with his own company interests and investments made over the last four hundred years, he wasn’t stinking rich, but he was rich enough.
“Whatever,” she said finally with a shrug. “I’ll put them in the box.”
“Sure.” His gaze slid to her throat again and
Yes, he did know that, but…“Couldn’t they have come later in the day? They woke me up.”
Jackie sat back with a sigh. “The sooner everything’s in place and fully operational the better.”
Vincent scowled, but he was unable to fault her reasoning. Unfortunately.
“I did ask them to try to keep the noise down,” she added apologetically. “I’ll talk to them again so that you can get some more sleep.”
“No, no. I’m awake now.” Vincent shifted impatiently on his feet, his gaze looking over Jackie, noting she wore another business suit, this one gray with a red blouse under it. Very sharp, very nice on her, he thought, his gaze slipping to the wide expanse of neck left bare by the open top two buttons. He found himself staring at the creamy white flesh withfascination. To him, it was tantamount to waving a pizza under the nose of a starving man. Without even thinking about it, Vincent found himself taking a step closer, pausing only when his thighs bumped against the edge of the desk.
“For heaven’s sake, stop looking at me like lunch!” Jackie said irritably as she stood up. “And, do you always have to wander around here shirtless?”
Vincent blinked and glanced down at himself, only now becoming aware that he was wearing only a pair of soft cotton pajama pants. Apparently, she found his state of undress distressing, he noted, and glanced up to catch Jackie staring at his chest. Her eyes slid down over his pecs to his flat stomach in a caress he almost felt. Vincent found himself with the sudden urge to stretch and flex some of those muscles she was eyeing with such interest, but before he could, Jackie blinked as if waking from sleep and jerked her eyes up to his face.
She blushed bright pink at being caught gawking, then he saw her mouth tighten and spoke quickly to prevent her grouching at him again. “So what’s all this then?”
Jackie hesitated, then glanced down at the stacks of paper on his desk. Sighing, she pushed one hand through her golden hair and visibly relaxed. “This is your mail, Mr. Argeneau.”
“Hmm. Mail.” Vincent ignored the return of the formal address and nodded as he glanced over the piles. He never opened his mail. He just stacked it up on the table in his hallway until the table couldn’t hold it anymore, then dumped it all in a box.
“You had three months worth of mail in your hall,” she informed him dryly.
“Yes, well—”
“I opened and sorted it all, stacking it in order by date with the oldest on top,” Jackie went on, ignoring his efforts to explain himself. “This first pile is just bill receipts. I gather you have direct debit for all your bills?”
“Yes,” Vincent answered absently, his gaze slipping from the stack in question, to the creamy flesh of her throat and lingering there before he forced it away.
Jackie nodded. “I’ll file them later today if you’ll tell me where your files are kept.”
“I usually just toss them in a box and throw them in that closet,” Vincent admitted, gesturing to a door to their right.
Jackie’s eyes widened incredulously at this news. “What about when tax time rolls around? Don’t you—”
“I send the boxes to my personal accountant,” Vincent answered. “Most of it isn’t stuff he needs, but I let him sort it out.”
“That’s—that—” Jackie paused, cleared her throat and then said, “Accountants charge by the hour to sort out such things.”
Vincent shrugged, not terribly concerned. Money wasn’t a big issue for him. Between his shares in Argeneau Enterprises, along with his own company interests and investments made over the last four hundred years, he wasn’t stinking rich, but he was rich enough.
“Whatever,” she said finally with a shrug. “I’ll put them in the box.”
“Sure.” His gaze slid to her throat again and
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