With: Victoria Davies

Excerpt – Everyone needs a little shower help
now and then
“I’d settle for a shower.”
She crossed the room to open the side door.
“Luckily you have a bathroom fit for royalty. Or one that can house a family of
four.”
His smile flashed briefly before he held up his
arm. “This might be tricky with a fractured wrist.”
“I can help you shower,” she said before she had
a chance to think about what she was offering.
He arched a brow. “What?”
“Uh.” She hesitated. “I meant, I can help you
get set up and stuff. Not actually in the shower. Or with you. Or wash you.
Or—” She bit her tongue. “The nurse helped you get dressed and your shirt has
buttons, is all I’m saying.”
This time his smile didn’t vanish in a
heartbeat. “What man would turn down an offer like that?”
Her cheeks burned as she marched into the white
marble bathroom. She selected towels and placed them by the shower. A quick
check told her everything he’d need was already stocked inside for him. With
nothing left to do, she turned to see Jackson leaning against the vanity,
watching her.
“What do you need help with?” she asked, closing
the distance between them.
His lips curved in a lopsided smile. “Outside of
this room? Literally everything. But for right now, I’m good. Go get settled in
yourself.”
“Right.”
Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Take the
reprieve and get out of here.
Even if she had been looking forward to
unwrapping her boss like a present.
Shaking her head, she made a beeline for the
door. She’d almost reached it, too, when she noticed Jackson struggling to undo
the buttons of his shirt with only one hand.
“I’m fine,” he said again, not even glancing her
direction.
“You’re not.”
“Worse-case scenario, I’ll rip it off in my best
Hulk impersonation.”
“Or, I could just help you. For the good of
Armani, of course.”
With a sigh, he gave up and let his hands drop.
Taking that as her cue, she crossed the room to him, trying to ignore the way
her heart rate sped up with each step.
Be his assistant. Keep this impersonal.
The last thing she could afford to do was get
even more tangled up with her boss.
Rolling back her shoulders, she forced her
fingers to unhook the first button at his throat.
See? That wasn’t so bad.
She could do this without giving it a second
thought.
Except the second button was harder than the
first. The third had her cheeks warming again.
You can do this. Be an adult.
But now she had to be the adult who tugged the
tucked in shirt free of his pants. When her fingers brushed the skin around his
waistband electricity surged through her.
Quickly she undid the remaining buttons and
stepped back. The navy shirt hung gaping around his bronzed chest. Her mouth
dried as she tried not to examine the contours of his muscles.
Stop ogling him.
As if she could.
“Lori?”
Her glanced snapped to his. “Sorry. What?”
“I said, thanks for the help.”
“Oh, right. No problem. You should be fine…” Her
gaze zeroed in to his jeans. “Uh, there are a few buttons left.”
He followed her gaze to his crotch and shrugged
a shoulder. “I might not remember anything about the past, but even I know
there are some things you don’t ask your assistant to do.”
“What if the assistant offers?”
His hooded gaze met hers.
“I said I’d help you and I will.” Steeling
herself, she moved back to him. Standing close enough to feel the heat of his
skin, she reached for the button of his fly.
You can do this. Don’t think about how easy it
would be to press up against him. Concentrate.
She unclasped the button of his fly and unzipped
the zipper. There was no mistaking the bulge against her hand she did her best
to ignore, even if her breath grew a little irregular. Task accomplished, she
was about to step back when she glanced up instead. And found his gaze locked
on her mouth.
“Just colleagues, right?” His voice was little
more than a soft whisper in her ear.
“Right,” she agreed, her voice far harsher than
his.
“Yell if you need help.”
Steeling herself, she walked from the room
before the idiot living within her could offer to do something stupid like wash
his back. Even if it was all she could think about.

Executive assistant Lori has finally said those three little words to her boss, Jackson Sinclair, that have haunted her for months–– Goodbye, I quit. Yep. That happened. Then she sort of ran over him. It was an accident. No. Really. It was. Now he can’t remember anything––and it’s up to her to keep his billion-dollar corporation running until he gets his memory back.
Billionaire Jackson Sinclair wakes up in a hospital to a life he can’t remember. The only person who feels familiar is Lori. The more he learns about his past, though, the more it disturbs him. He was kind of cold, and he can’t imagine why the lovely Lori put up with him. And she is lovely, as in, he can’t stop thinking about her. But he has a company to save, and there’s no time for that sort thing. Especially when it seems like his assistant is hiding something from him.
As his condition shows no signs of healing, Lori can’t help wonder what’s best, telling the truth about his accident and losing the man of her dreams or keeping quiet and living the best lie of her life.
Each book in the The Billionaire's Second Chance series is STANDALONE:
* A Baby for the Billionaire
* Giving up the Boss
* A Baby for the Billionaire
* Giving up the Boss
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