Hot Boss, Wicked Nights. Anne Oliver

that worked?

      She’d just finalised the booking from hell when her phone rang again. ‘Good morning, Aussie Essential Travel, Kate Fielding speaking. How can I help you?’

      ‘And good morning to you, too, Kate. Glad to hear you’re sounding better today.’

      No name—of course a man like him would expect her to recognise his voice. She was tempted to play dumb but he’d know, damn him. ‘Damon.’ Her own professional voice slid a notch, her pulse stepped up one. She shot a quick glance at Sandy. Thankfully she was busy on her own phone. ‘What can I do for you?’

      A pause while he considered her offer. She swore the connection crackled with the possibilities.

      ‘I’d like to use your local knowledge this afternoon,’ he said, finally. ‘Can you make yourself available at three?’

      ‘I… Is this work-related?’

      ‘Of course.’

      By the tone in his voice she could almost hear him saying, What else would it be?