Testing the Boss by Mallory Crowe
Date of Publication: November 19, 2015
Billionaire Luke Devereaux gets what he wants and what he wants right now is to bring down the shady organization threatening his family. Teaming up with the FBI is his only option–even if that option comes in the sultry Evelyn Price, the ice-princess who’s all business.
Refusing to be distracted by the sexy, rich playboy, Evelyn forces herself to stay focused on the case, gearing up for the criminal takedown of her entire career. As the enemy closes in with Evelyn as its next target, it’s up to Luke to keep them out of danger. The more they work to protect each other, and fight for control, the harder it is to resist their undeniable attraction.
And the one thing Evelyn has learned from working with him is that Luke Devereaux gets what he wants.
“You don’t want to work out with me,” she warned.
He leaned forward and she realized that she’d made a horrible mistake. “Oh really? Think I can’t handle it?”
Great. Now she’d activated his competitive side. “Oh, I think you can handle it. Far away from me, though.”
“So I’m free for the night?”
“No! I’m going to be there for the damn phone call, Luke.”
“So we are working out together?” She opened her mouth to say no again, but he cut her off. “Because you normally work out right now and we’ve got nothing better to do. Unless you have any bright ideas?”
She had at least fifty reasons why she didn’t want to work out with Luke, and every single one had to do with not wanting him in her space. But she wasn’t about to admit it. “You don’t even have workout clothes with you,” she settled on.
He held up his duffel. “I always have workout clothes with me. I have a treadmill in my office.”
“We’re not working out,” she repeated.
He cocked his head and considered her for a moment. “Do I make you uncomfortable, Agent Price?”
Those blue eyes were on her like a spotlight and she racked her brain for a good lie. Because he did make her uncomfortable. Incredibly, intensely uncomfortable in the worst way. “Of course not.”
“Then give me the address and we’ll go.”
“You’re not a member of my gym.”
“I’m a member of whatever gym I want to be. You just give me three minutes alone with the manager and I’ll be in.”
She snorted. “I doubt that. I’m the manager. I have a home gym.”
“The exclusive club Evelyn? Well, now I really want to go.”