Seduced by the CEO

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Through the glass of the restaurant window, a good looking, neatly dressed man caught Kalissa’s eye for a second time. He was staring openly now as she wheeled a trio of azalea plants across the lighted patio garden.

It would be nice to think he was interested in her. He was extremely attractive, with dark eyes, a straight nose, and the kind of square chin that made a man seem powerful. But she was dressed in dirt streaked blue jeans, a faded green T-shirt and a pair of scuffed, serviceable work boots.

Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. At least it had started the day that way. By now, it likely resembled a rat’s nest. And the morning’s fifteen second application of mascara would have long since rubbed off.

No. The thoughts running through his head were not about getting her phone number. Judging by his growing frown, he was probably offended by her dirty, disheveled state as he tried to enjoy a refined meal.

She kept right on walking, focusing on the uneven cobblestones in front of the wheelbarrow tire, finally stopping at the raised garden bed between two magnolia trees.

“Two foot intervals look right to me,” said Megan, straightening from where she’d dug a trio of holes.

Kalissa focused her attention on the garden bed that stretched along the wrought iron fence. “As long as the evergreens stay properly trimmed, this is going to be stunning.”

Someday, her budget permitting, Kalissa wouldn’t mind dining out here, or even inside. Her gaze darted back to the bank of windows that revealed the elegance of the main dining room.

The man was still staring at her, and she quickly looked away. He was probably just curious about what they were doing—though it had to be obvious. It was also possible he was bored with his dining companion and seeking a distraction.

Despite herself, she covertly shifted her glance to take a look at his date. She was surprised to find he was sitting across from a man. The man looked serious, gesturing with his hands as he spoke. It could be a dull business meeting, she supposed. They were both wearing suits.

“Let’s do it,” said Megan, releasing the rope on the burlap sheet that surrounded the azalea’s root ball.

Kalissa quickly took the other side of the plant, lifting it and then adjusting it to position it in the hole.

Suddenly, a male voice surprised her. “What are you doing out here?”

Megan looked up, and Kalissa turned her head.

It was the man from inside the restaurant, and he was obviously angry. Her first thought was that they had somehow disturbed his dinner. But they weren’t making any noise. Surely planting azaleas wasn’t that objectionable.

She straightened to face him.

“Are you spying on me?” he demanded.

The question took her completely by surprise. “Am I what?”

“You’ve been watching me.”

“Only because you were watching me.”

He gestured to the wheelbarrow and the plants. “What is all this?”

“Azaleas,” said Megan from behind her.

“We’re planting azaleas,” said Kalissa, squaring her shoulders and folding her arms across her chest.

He scoffed a sound of disbelief. “Outside my window.”

“You own the restaurant?” Her question was sarcastic. If he had anything to do with the management of the restaurant, he’d have known Mosaic Landscaping was working here all week.

“I meant the window next to my table.”

“I have no idea who you are,” said Kalissa. “What’s more, I don’t care who you are. If you’ll excuse us, we have work to finish.”

“You have no idea who I am?” There was a note of disbelief in his voice. He jammed his thumb over his shoulder. “And I’ll bet you have no idea I’m having dinner with Pierre Charron?”

Kalissa reflexively glanced at the window. Then she looked straight into the stranger’s eyes. “None whatsoever.”

His steel gray eyes narrowed.

“I’m getting the manager,” said Megan.

“No, you won’t,” said the man.

“Excuse me?” said Kalissa, widening her stance. “You think you can stop us from getting the manager?”

“You’re bluffing,” he told them with conviction. His critical gaze took in her outfit. “You’re not going to want to explain this to any manager.”

“Explain why we’re planting flowers?”

“Explain why you’re trespassing.”

Kalissa searched her brain for an explanation. He’d accused her of spying. What was he doing worth spying on?

“Are you breaking the law?” Perhaps they’d inadvertently stumbled on something to do with a crime or maybe national security. Should she be frightened?

“I can’t believe he sent you.” Then a flash of confusion came into the man’s eyes. His voice lost some of its edge. “Why did he send you? Why would he send you?”

Kalissa extracted a business card from her pocket and held it out. “Mosaic Landscaping,” she said. “See, that’s us.”

Looking suspicious, the man took the card and read it.

“Nice level of detail,” he said, sounding ever so slightly impressed. “But why you?”

She took a stab at answering the bizarre question. “Because I have a diploma in landscape design.”

He drew back. “Are you serious?”

“Completely serious.”

He took a long look at her clothes and her hair. “It still doesn’t make sense.”

“It makes perfect sense, when you think about it,” said Kalissa.

Her apprehension began to moderate. The man was clearly more puzzled than angry.

He shook his head. “Why send his wife? He wouldn’t send his wife.”