“Charley,” she whispered, her voice oozing sex and sweetness
Jane touched his arm with delicate fingers. He swallowed, trying desperately to keep his cool. To not let her see that her touch had sent a jolt through him.
“You’re all I’ve thought about for months. In every dream. In every shower. It’s been you. Just…you.”
It was time to leave. She was his secretary—she had temporary amnesia. She thought they were a couple. Time to run as fast as he could in any direction. But her fingers held him captive.
Her mouth, her moist scarlet lips, curved once more into the smile of a temptress. Those eyes…
Dammit. He grabbed her arms with his hands, pulling her close to his now stirring body. His mouth covered hers and he stole her very breath.
Crazy. He was insane. This situation was insane.
But a loaded pistol couldn’t have stopped him. Hell, a whole army couldn’t have stopped him from making love to his “fiancée.”
Dear Reader,
The idea for Ms. Taken kind of bonked me over the head, much like the little incident that happens to Jane in the story. I was minding my own business and I was “struck” with the notion that sometimes we hide our real, vibrant, charming inner selves because we think we should. That people wouldn’t understand.
And then I thought—so what? Who cares what other people think? Being true to ourselves…ah, that’s something worth fighting for. Worth living for.
Thus Jane was born, filled with doubts, hiding behind a wall of propriety, living the life she was supposed to. Her inner world, however, was filled with lust and love and romance and a particularly yummy boss named Charles.
That is until the fateful day when she was minding her own business and—Oops. I don’t want to spoil the rest. Just let me say that working on THE PERSONAL TOUCH! miniseries was a joy from beginning to end. I hope you see a little of yourself in Jane, and that it won’t take a conk on the head to show you how wonderful you are.
I love to hear from readers. You can contact me at www.joleigh.com.
Best wishes,
Jo Leigh
Books by Jo Leigh
HARLEQUIN TEMPTATION
699—SINGLE SHERIFF SEEKS
727—TANGLED SHEETS
756—HOT AND BOTHERED
Ms. Taken
Jo Leigh
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To Debbi and Peter,
for making me (and the kitties)
part of the family.
Contents
1
ONE ORANGE. Five Triscuits. Three baby carrots. One ounce Jarlsberg cheese, cubed. Two Oreo cookies.
Jane Dobson smiled at the perfection that was her lunch. The napkin, a new color for her, blue, had unfolded on her desk in a nice, neat square to reveal each item of food just as she’d packed it this morning. No crumbs. Not a one. That Hello Kitty lunch pail was really doing the job.
Peeling the orange came next, which wasn’t easy because her nails were so short. She tried not to bite them, honestly. But it was hard to catch herself in the act. Mostly, she’d just notice her fingers as she typed, and the nails would be bitten to the quick.
Oh, well. It’s not as if she was a hand model or anything. Besides, short nails made her really fast on the computer. She’d clocked herself at nearly one hundred words-per only last week. Four words more than a month ago.
She ended up biting the orange peel, getting a squirt of that really sour stuff in her mouth. Grimacing, she turned her gaze to her special project, and the bad taste disappeared. Christmas cards were strewn across the right side of her desk. Some were very religious, with angels and wise men and stables. Some were whimsical, with animated reindeer, Santa in all sorts of situations, and several grinning mice. Then there were the more difficult kind. The ones with just words. Oh, sure, the calligraphy was always great, but how many Merry Christmases and Seasons Greetings could she put in her collage?
She popped a cube of cheese into her mouth and chewed it very slowly. She always ate slowly, and it drove her family nuts, but too bad. She wasn’t ashamed of her eccentricities. They made her special.
“Girl, you better not let him see you messing with those cards.”
Jane looked up to see Kadisha