When freelance computer tech Jake Landon comes to Sabrina Monroe’s rescue her first day on the job, the two develop a sudden attraction that neither can ignore. While Jake sets out to win her over, Sabrina is having a hard time forgetting the humiliating outcome of her last office “romance” and wants nothing more than to focus on her budding, new career—not the attractive “IT guy.” Or so she keeps telling herself.
Yet, as the seductive pull of Jake’s charm draws her unwittingly closer, causing tension and frustration to flare brightly between them, Sabrina is determined not to break her firm rule: never again date someone she works with. Ever. But the “rules of attraction” cannot be ignored, and Sabrina must decide if she is willing to release her inhibitions and give love a chance.
Sabrina wiggled out from beneath the wide desk, bumping her head hard against the solid, inner surface along the way.
“Damn it!” Sitting on her haunches, she frantically rubbed the back of her head. Once the throbbing subsided, she stood up and braced herself to lift the dead monitor. It, of course, was just as heavy as the other one, if not heavier.
Talk about dead weight, she thought derisively. Maybe it was just her tired limbs, but she didn’t have enough time—or strength—for second guesses. Sabrina turned with her heavy bundle, fully intending to stash it in the vacant cubicle before anyone saw her.
She wouldn’t get the chance.
The tall, good-looking man leaning against the wall across from her cubicle stopped Sabrina in her tracks. She stared fixedly into the deep blue of his eyes, feeling awkward and silly with the large, heavy monitor literally weighing down her arms. The impossibly handsome man said nothing. He just stood there, casually leaning against the wall, a dark brow arched.
Sabrina didn’t know what to say. Partly because of the way his dark blue eyes glinted with amusement, but mainly because of his rugged handsomeness, which left her tongue-tied. He wore a slight smirk on his sensuous lips, and her face heated with embarrassment, though she wasn’t sure if it was from the awkward position she found herself in or her unexpected attraction to him. How long had he been standing there, watching her make a fool of herself?
Given his black T-shirt and dark jeans, he couldn’t possibly work in Marketing, but neither did he have the haughty look of a designer. Was he from IT? If he was, he certainly wasn’t what she’d expected. And why wasn’t he helping her with the computer that threatened to tear her arms from their sockets?
The sudden thought of her current position with the heavy monitor brought pain crashing down along her arms. They grew weaker, and the monitor began to slip from her numb fingers. She looked at him helplessly as the monitor continued its quick descent.
With one word, she finally broke the awkward silence between them.