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    â€œOh,” Jennifer said. “This is Gray McGhilly, my new master beekeeper. Gray this is Maeve Flannery, my best friend.”
    â€œPleased to meet you,” he said, and nodded.
    â€œSame here,” she said enthusiastically.
    â€œI’ll just wait in the other room,” he said in a low voice, waved at Maeve, and kept going.
    â€œWhy didn’t you tell me about him?” he heard her say. It almost made him laugh. Jennifer hadn’t told her friend about him? And here he was imagining that she might have a thing for him. Women always told their friends. Maybe he was misreading her vulnerability and her attraction to him. But last night he was certain she wanted to kiss him. Could he have been misreading the subtle signals she gave? The flipping around of her hair. The blushing. The leaning into him. The heated eye contact. Was he losing his touch?
    It was just a few weeks ago, he reminded himself, that he was about to help himself to a delicious little kitty-masked woman at the Mead Maker’s Ball. No, he wasn’t losing his touch. It was Jennifer. She was confounding, mesmerizing, sexy, gorgeous, smart, and, unfortunately, his boss. At least for now. He tried not to think about last night; the thought of her made him hard. Maybe she was right. Maybe he needed to get out more often.
    â€œHey,” Jennifer said as she walked into the room. “Sorry about that. Sometimes Maeve and I can go on a bit. C’mon in. I have everything ready.”
    This was the Jennifer he needed to think about: she was cool, businesslike, and enthusiastic. He needed to erase the image of her lips wrapping around those spoons last night, sucking every drop of honey from them.
    She looked good this morning. There were no traces of the bags that were under her eyes yesterday. Maybe speaking with her friend perked her up.
    She spread out the books and had her computer prepared.
    â€œHere are the records for the past several years. I’m trying to put them all in the computer. As I’m transcribing, I’m amazed at how little the family earned on honey,” she said.
    â€œThere must have been money coming from elsewhere,” he told her as he sat down at the chair she’d pulled up for him. “Creative accounting?” she said, and smiled at him. His heart raced. Just a little. Her smile would be the undoing of him.
    â€œAre you okay?”
    â€œUm, yeah, sure,” he replied. Just thinking about your mouth on my cock, sick fucker that I am. He cleared his throat. I’m not sure I can do this. That I can work this closely with her. The way she smells. That smile. That ass. And her boobs weren’t bad, either. He needed to get laid soon—or he’d be all over her and he’d not just lose this job, but his real one as well.

Chapter 11
    W hy did Jennifer feel so comfortable, yet so sexy around Gray? It was almost as if she knew him from somewhere else. It was the oddest sensation. She wished he didn’t work for her. That complicated her feelings—although she herself was unsure about what exactly those feelings were. Sure, a good-looking guy from home shows up, and if he’s a decent guy, you get along and maybe become friends. Friends. She could use a friend—one that wasn’t halfway around the world.
    She thought about the honey he had shared with her—what an eye-opening experience. Who knew so many kinds of honey existed? Ren certainly didn’t tell her about it. He knew all about their honey, the heather honey, but really wasn’t that interested in honey itself.
    She turned over on her side. Even though she slept alone on her king-size bed, she still slept on the right edge of the bed.
    She closed her eyes and tossed to her other side again.
    If she were to be honest with herself, she was thrilled when Gray said he found her attractive. Because, well, he was downright gorgeous. And because he has to be as great in the sack