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Rub It In Sexy, reclusive Caribbean resort owner Simon Reeves and Marcy McKinney have always had a volatile work relationship. But when the resort is closed and Simon intentionally traps Marcy on the island, she snaps - and the tension between them evolves into pure, unadulterated lust. Her hot boss has very definite - and exquisitely tantalising - ideas on exactly how to keep Marcy from leaving the island...and his bed!
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Double winner of the National Readers’ Choice Award, Kira Sinclair writes passionate contemporary romances. Her first foray into writing fiction was for a high school English assignment, and not even being forced to read the love story aloud could dampen her enthusiasm...although it did make her blush. She lives out her own happily ever after with her husband, their two daughters and a menagerie of animals. www.KiraSinclair.com
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"No, I can't wait until next week for the delivery. You promised it would arrive today," Marcy McKinney snarled into the phone. Taking a deep breath, she pasted a smile on her lips—because you really could hear it and her dad had always taught her you catch more flies with honey than vinegar—and said, "If you can't have the building supplies here by tomorrow then I want you to cancel my order and I'll get what I need somewhere else."
Slamming the phone back into its cradle would have felt good, but Marcy resisted. Barely. She had no idea where she'd find a store that could fill her rather large order, but she'd figure that out if the dissolute man on the other end of the phone actually called her bluff.
It wasn't as if hardware stores were thick on the ground in the middle of a secluded island in the Caribbean. Escape—the resort that she worked at as general manager—was actually the only thing on Ile du Coeur. St. Lucia was the closest major hub, and it was forty-five minutes by ferry.
Getting the supplies from another island would probably double the cost. .but that wasn't her problem. It was Simon's.
She should probably feel bad about making Simon's life difficult. She didn't. It was his turn, damn it.
The resort would be closed for the next two weeks—their off-season hiatus. In two days she had a job interview for the general manager position at a boutique hotel in New York City. This could be her ticket off the island and back to civilization.
And nothing, not Simon or lost building supplies, defecting security personnel, not even—
—whatever was the latest disaster to hit her desk could keep her here.
Tina, the front desk clerk, bellowed down the back office hallway again.
"Coming," Marcy hollered back, modulating her voice to a pleasantly official tone. Scrambling out from behind her desk, she tried not to panic at the piles of paper, messages she still had to return and color-coded folders that needed her attention. She had so much to handle before she could walk out the door.
And by the time she could mark one thing off her list, three more tasks seemed to crop up to take its place.
The minute Marcy rounded the corner she knew there was trouble. Tina's normally brilliant smile was tight and as fake as her long red fingernails.
A couple, sunburned and cranky, stood on the opposite side of the counter.
"Mr. and Mrs. Smith." Tina rolled her eyes. While it wasn't their main focus, they had their share of Smiths, Joneses, Johnsons and any number of generi-cally named guests who were most likely cheating on their spouses. Marcy didn't like it, but there was little she could do.
"Thank goodness. I've explained to—" the woman leaned forward and squinted at Tina's name tag "—Tina that we need to extend our stay." She held out her lobster-red arm, "As you can imagine, explaining how I received a second-degree sunburn while on a business trip to London might be slightly difficult." The woman sneered, including her companion in her raking gaze.
"And as I've told Mrs. Smith..." This time Tina couldn't help but emphasize the misnomer. Marcy probably should scold her, but she wouldn't. "We have no available rooms, as the resort is closing for two weeks tomorrow."
"We'll pay whatever."
Marcy's own smile was tight as she said, "It isn't a matter of money, ma'am." She refused to let the false name pass her lips. "The resort is undergoing construction and our insurance company won't allow any guests on the premises for liability reasons."
The woman's scowl deepened. Marcy could see the snit she was about to unleash as it built in the back of her beautiful green eyes. Cutting it off at the pass, Marcy continued, "However, I'd be happy to contact a resort on St. Lucia and see if something is available while you recover."
Instead of a tirade, a sigh of relief exited through the woman's pink and pouty lips. "Oh, yes, that would be wonderful. If you wouldn't mind." Marcy fought the urge to smack the smile off Mrs. Smith's face.
"Give us a minute." She ground out the words through clenched teeth as she pulled Tina into the back office behind her. "Run down the list of resorts on the island and see what you can find. Start with the familyoriented resorts. The more obnoxious the kids, the better."
Tina giggled. "Happy to."
Marcy left her to it, heading back to her desk and the pile of work waiting for her there. Despite it being afternoon, the other offices were already dark. Most of the staff were busy packing their own bags for a change. Everyone except a skeleton crew left the island for these two weeks each year. When a tropical paradise was your home, vacations usually meant visiting family you hadn't seen in forever.
Marcy had no family to see. Her mother had died when she was a little girl. Her father, a hotel manager himself, had died five years ago. She had no brothers or sisters, and only one aunt on her father's side, but the last time she'd heard from Suellen had been at her father's funeral.
She had several close friends from college, but they were all scattered around the country. And while she talked to them as often as possible, most of them were busy starting families and building careers. Several years ago they'd given up trying to plan a girls' week away. It was just too hard to work around all their schedules.
Some of the staff would stay. She'd spent last year here herself. In theory having the entire resort to yourself—including all the amenities the guests used but she never had time for—wasn't a bad thing. If she'd actually taken time to use those amenities. Instead, she'd spent the entire two weeks—weeks that were supposed to be her vacation—working.
Not this year. Tomorrow afternoon she was leaving. Marcy sighed. Two blissful weeks with no Simon—the bane of her existence.
In her opinion, no laid-back surf god should ever own a resort. It had gotten to the point where just the sight of Simon's low-riding shorts and tight T-shirts had begun to grate on her nerves. They were running a business!
Besides, no man should look that sexy while somehow still managing to appear as if donning clothing had been an afterthought. The problem with that kind of...demeanor was that most of the time she feared Simon was two steps away from shedding his clothes again just because they were annoying him. And she didn't want that. Really, she didn't. It would set a bad example for the employees.
She preferred men with more structured wardrobes. The kind who wore business suits every day...and liked it. If she discovered Simon owned a single pair of tailored pants or a silk tie—let alone a suit—she'd die of shock.
Before moving to the island she'd lived in cities. Lots of them. London, Prague, Chicago, San Francisco. And she'd loved them all. But her heart belonged to New York, where the men definitely knew how to wear their suits. And run their businesses.
Simon might have had the money to purchase the resort, but he didn't seem to care much about keeping it going. Even the disheveled blond hair that notoriously hung in his dark blue eyes bothered her. She constantly wanted to sweep it out of the way, but the one time she'd given in to the impulse her hand had tingled for twenty minutes. And that was the last thing she needed.
But it was difficult, as a woman, not to recognize that Simon was an attractive man. He was tall, his athletic body moving with a grace that seemed counterintuitive considering his height. Charm and devilment mixed with his inherent sex appeal—a potentially lethal combination.
But she refused to feel attracted. Not to her boss. She'd learned her lesson the first time around that block.
"Marcy." The two-way radio on her hip squawked. "We have a problem."
Tom, their only remaining security person, thought everything was a problem. Since the head of security, Zane Edwards, had left to follow the woman he loved to Atlanta and his replacement had lasted all of six weeks, Tom was all she had right now. Marcy couldn't really blame the guy for his "the sky is falling" attitude—he was so far out of his element. Tom was great at watching the monitors and keeping drunken guests in line. But at twenty-two, he was hardly ready to take on the task of head of security for a resort as large as Escape.
Marcy was hoping to fix that problem before she left, as well. On her desk sat three resumes from three very capable candidates. All were to arrive on the afternoon ferry. They'd stay the night, be interviewed tomorrow, tour the facility and then leave on the morning ferry. Simon had balked at the expense, but after Zane's replacement hadn't been able to handle island life, she wasn't making that mistake again.
The last stragglers would join them. Marcy was half packed and come hell or high water would be on the last ferry.
Snatching the radio off her belt, Marcy huffed, "What is it, Tom?"
"Several men—" she could hear the hesitation in his voice "—just got off the ferry. You said not to allow anyone off."
What she'd said was not to allow any guests off. She had no doubt, based on the falter in his voice, that the group he was referring to were her construction workers.
"Do the men have toolboxes, ladders or anything else resembling construction equipment, by any chance?"
"Yes." He sounded surprised, and Marcy fought hard not to roll her eyes.
"Could they be the crew coming to handle the maintenance and renovations while we're closed?" she asked patiently.
"Maybe." He drew out the single word, telling her that he was quickly reevaluating the situation in front of him. Really, he was a good boy who could do with ju...
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