Maggie Blackbird

Romancing Canada's Indigenous People

Excerpt

Once Alden refilled his coffee after meeting with Morgan, he checked the in and out board in front of the receptionist’s desk. Bebe was present. He headed down the hall. Hers was the second last office on the right. Everyone else kept their doors open but Bebe. She preferred silence while working.

Alden knocked.

“Come in,” she called out.

“Good morning.” Alden shut the door behind him. Try as he might to ignore it, whenever they were in one another’s presence, the crackling chemistry always surfaced, a tension of heat seeming to radiate between them.

He strolled up to her desk and sat. “Hard at it?”

“Yes.” Bebe turned away from the computer. A red top with a scooped neckline gave a very slight hint of her décolletage. The short sleeves allowed a nice view of her toned arms. When she stood to grab her coffee off the other counter, a snug skirt hugged her sleek hips and showed off her flat stomach. She plopped into the chair and crossed one sexy leg over the other.

Alden ran his finger along the inside of his collar. His tie grew a tad too tight. Maybe he should have let Morgan attend the conference instead. A man was seeking trouble being alone for a whole week with a woman as stunning as Bebe Boshey. Big cat-shaped eyes with a suggestive slant. High cheekbones. A hint of red accentuating her satiny bronzed skin.

“Well, Chief? What can I do for you?” Teasing lurked in her question. She rubbed the corner of her coffee mug. Hmm, she tended to rub something whenever in his presence.

Heat swathed his skin. Her light teasing always produced goosebumps or knocked his internal furnace up a few degrees. “The realtors’ conference is happening in a month.”

Her dark-chocolate eyes brightened.

“I think you’d benefit by attending.”

“Me?” She placed her hand on her chest, her palm centered between her beautiful perky breasts.

“Yes, you.”

“I…” Her red-painted mouth formed into an O. “I… yes, I’m honored you chose me. I’d be happy to attend.”

Alden could almost see the cog wheels churning in Bebe’s mind. She was a woman of ambition and was probably perusing the agenda in her thoughts, determining which work-shops she’d take and the amount of networking she’d engage in.

Her eyes lost the far-off look, and her gaze rested on him. By the way her sleek throat shifted, she’d swallowed. Red was flooding her long, narrow face that was as precious as a ruby.

Her phone rang.

Clearing his throat, Alden stood. Saved by a perfect bell. “I’ll let you get back to work.”

“Okay.” A hint of gushing fluttered on her reply. “Thanks so much, Chief.”

He knocked on her desk. “Anything for you.” Before he gave away the trembles in his belly and the lightness in his head, he marched from her office.