Book Excerpt:
Operation Gigolo

"I think your parents will want proof for anything this wild."
"Possibly. But I can't imagine how I could...hmm." Lynn gazed at Tony, narrowing her eyes as she mentally rearranged his appearance. Maybe, just maybe, he was her solution.
Tony shifted in his chair. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Take off your jacket."
"Why?" He looked uneasy.
"Humor me."
He shrugged. "The lady wants the jacket off, I guess I'll take the jacket off. It's been a strange morning." He stood and removed the jacket of his pin-striped suit.
"Now take off the tie."
He stared at her.
"Come on, Tony. I'm working on a concept here."
He sighed and took off the tie.
"Now unbutton the first three or four buttons of your shirt and mess up your hair."
"Mess up my--" He looked at her as if she'd gone totally bonkers.
She got up and came around the desk. "Like this." She rubbed her fingers vigorously over his scalp.
"Hey!" He leaped back. "Who are you and what have you done with Lynn?"
"That's not quite the look I had in mind." She started toward him.
He backed up a step. "Stay away from me, woman."
"Oh relax. And hold still. This will just take a minute." Grasping his shoulder to keep him near her, she reached up and combed her fingers through his hair so it fell over his forehead, giving him a look of careless nonchalance instead of his usual combed-back, businesslike style. She was pleasantly surprised by the silky feel of his hair and the solid muscles under his dress shirt. She prolonged the task a little.
He smelled good, she noticed, catching a whiff of an after-shave that she'd always associated with him but never allowed herself to consider sexy. "Now for the buttons," she said, undoing the first four.
"Lynn, is this a seduction?" Tony asked.
"Nope."
"Didn't think so. You're beginning to worry me."
"I just want to check something out." She stepped back, hands on hips, to survey her work.
The transformation was remarkable. Gone was the up-and-coming young lawyer who spent his days immersed in legal briefs and courtroom procedure, the man who always arrived at the office early and left late, a bundle of files under his arm. This Tony was hot. He looked as if he had one thing on his mind, and it certainly didn't involve paperwork.