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Chapter 3

Tessa watched Seth in amazement as he engaged Zach in conversation. She was seeing a side to the man she’d never seen before. Seth seldom smiled, but Zach still responded to the way her boss treated him. He listened to the boy as if what Zach told him about the Avatar game was the most interesting thing he had heard all day. Tessa half expected Seth to take them to some stuffy, expensive restaurant, so when they pulled into a popular burger joint, she interrupted.

“Mr. Barrett, you don’t have to eat here because Zach’s with us.”

Seth turned his piercing gaze on her. “I’m not. I always please myself. I like burgers, and I would kill for a chocolate shake right about now.”

“Let’s eat outside at the picnic tables,” Zach piped up from the back seat.

“You’re the boss today,” Seth replied. As they got out of the car, he took off his suit coat and folded it across the back of his seat.

It was hot out. Tessa unbuttoned her jacket. She hadn’t intended taking it off, but perspiration was already beading on her forehead, so she slid it off to reveal an ice blue sleeveless silk top that plunged in a deep V in front and back. She caught Seth staring at her full breasts where the silk pulled across them. Heat spread over her cheeks. It was the only time she felt he’d seen her as a woman, and it made her even warmer than she already was. He didn’t look at her like that again, and Tessa was able to relax. By the end of the meal, she and Zach were both laughing, and even her taciturn boss grinned.

He took them home. Tessa seldom drove her car, taking the train because it was easier and more economical. She leased an apartment, part of an older converted house. It gave Zach a small yard for play. The home was in a working-class neighborhood where neighbors were still careful to maintain what they owned. It was a far cry from the area where they’d lived before her parents’ car crash, but it worked well for her to get to and from her job. She was sure it wasn’t anywhere near what Seth was accustomed to, but she could afford it, and it was safe.

“Would you like to come in?” Tessa invited, keeping her tone polite.

“No. I still have some work to finish at home tonight.”

He put the SUV in park and came around to help her down. As he took her hand, Tessa met his eyes. “Thank you so much for today. It meant a lot to Zach, and,” she murmured, “it meant a lot to me.”

Seth still held her hand, his hooded gaze a little searching. His mouth quirked. “Don’t expect it every day.”

Tessa nodded. “Thanks again, sir.”

“Seth,” he corrected. “My name’s Seth.”

Tessa’s heart kicked up a notch. “Seth.”

She stared after the SUV as it disappeared down the street. Call him Seth? No way. He was Mr. Barrett, and it was going to stay that way, even if his glance sometimes made her stomach flutter. Nevertheless, she took extra care with her appearance the next morning as she got ready for work. She settled on a salmon-colored linen dress with a bolero jacket to cover the spaghetti straps. It was one of those outfits that could go from day to evening. Not that she ever had occasion for that to happen. Living with a ten-year-old had ended her dating life, and she’d never had much of one to begin with.

Tessa felt reassured when she opened the heavy doors into Seth’s office to take coffee to him, and he was back to grunting monosyllabic directions at her. He hardly spared a glance at her when she entered. While she was relieved, some small part of her felt disappointed he hadn’t noticed her. It was better like this. Yesterday had been an afternoon out of time, in which she and Seth had met on equal footing and he’d been human. Heaven knew that was unlikely to occur again.

He worked her like a treadmill right up to lunchtime, then asked, “Can you go with me to a dinner tonight?”

Tessa stopped on her way out of his office. “Pardon me?”

Seth scowled. “Would you go with me to a dinner tonight, Tessa?”

“Zach…”

The latest unfortunate pencil snapped in his fingers. Seth sighed. “I know. I shouldn’t have asked. My mother is involved with Habitat for Humanity. They’re holding a charity dinner tonight I agreed to go to last minute.”

Tessa paused. She had worked on several Habitat projects while she was an undergraduate, some as far away as South America. “I…I can get my neighbor to watch Zach. She won’t mind.”

Seth looked up from the papers on his desk he’d been frowning at and smiled. Tessa’s breath caught in her throat. It transformed his face. He was beautiful. It wasn’t something she would say about a man as a rule, but it applied to Seth. When he smiled, he metamorphosed from a jungle cat into an angel.

“Thank you, Tessa.”

When she returned from lunch, he was back to the lion with a thorn in his foot. At four, he sat back and stretched.

“Do you need to change?”

Tessa shook her head. “I just need a few minutes to do something with my hair.”

“Right.” Seth stood and rubbed a hand across his cheek. “I’ll shave and put on a fresh shirt.”

Even as he said the words, he loosened his tie and pulled his shirt free of his suit pants. It was an intimate gesture from a man who always seemed so formal. Tessa averted her gaze as she got up to leave.

“I’ll be ready in a few minutes, sir.”

“Tessa,” he called.

“Yes, Mr. Barrett?” She turned back to see him clad in a sleeveless undershirt. The muscles of his arms were large and defined, as was his chest she noticed. Heat rushed to her cheeks again, which flustered her more. The atmosphere was far too intimate.

“Call me Seth. I’m supposed to be bringing a date.”

“Yes, Seth.”

Tessa hurried from his office and down the hall to the women’s restroom. She leaned against the door after it closed and took a deep breath. Seth was disturbing enough in his dark, formal suits. Seeing him in an undershirt had thrown her and made her far too aware of him as an attractive, single male. His chest had been sprinkled with golden hair. For some reason she had always pictured blond men as smooth, but she should have guessed from the thick mane of hair on his head that he would be different. His beard was heavy enough that by the end of the day, he always looked in need of a shave.

Tessa walked over to the mirror and went to work. She loosened the sleek chignon she had worn during the day and instead piled her hair higher but more loosely on her head. After pulling a couple of tendrils loose at her temples where they curled, she redid her makeup and added a touch of perfume between her breasts. Lastly, she removed the bolero jacket to reveal the form-fitting top of the dress. It outlined her full breasts, while still leaving the delicate bones of her shoulders bare. Maybe she’d been psychic when she’d donned it that morning.

She returned to Seth’s office, knocking before entering.

“Come on in, Tessa,” Seth said and turned from where he was standing at the window. His eyes widened as he took in her appearance. “You look lovely.”

Tessa stared at a point over his shoulder, determined to keep things businesslike. “Thank you.” She still couldn’t quite get his name out, but she would work on it.

He crossed the room and took her arm. “Come on, let’s go. There’re drinks at my parents’ home before we go to the country club. You okay with that?”

Was there no end to his last minute addendums to this dinner? Tessa glared at him. “Do I have a choice?”

Seth paused to stare at her for a moment, his eyes shuttered. “No,” he said and walked on.

When they passed the door to the stairwell, Tessa frowned at Seth’s back.

“Mr.…Seth… The stairs.”

Seth turned a cool look on her. “We’re going to use my father’s private elevator.”

“But…”

“Trust me.”

Seth inserted the key at the side of the gold double doors at the end of the hall. Tessa stood next to him. Her heartbeat had already accelerated. She closed her eyes as she heard the doors slide open.

“Open your eyes, Tessa,” Seth prompted. Was there just a trace of humor in his tone?

“Oh.”

Alexander Barlow-Barrett’s elevator was built into the outside wall of the building. The far wall looked right outside.

“Try it.” Seth urged. “If it works, I’ll give you my key.”

She stepped inside, fighting the slight unease as the doors shut. She kept her gaze fixed on the view beyond the glass wall. While her heart beat a little faster, her breathing stayed normal and she didn’t feel as though she was about to pass out.

“How was that?” Seth asked as they reached the bottom.

“Much better. Thank you.” She didn’t think she could handle it if Barrett were a high-rise, but such a quick ride might be okay.

They were both quiet as he headed out of the district into Fairfax. The roads narrowed and emptied. The passing scenery switched from offices and strip malls to rolling fields and trees, until Seth turned down a long, oak-lined drive. It opened up to reveal a sprawling three-story house sitting atop a grass-covered hill.

“This is it,” Seth said in a tone that did nothing to express any real pleasure. “The house where I grew up.”

“It’s beautiful,” Tessa said.

“Hmph.” Seth was back to grunting. “I should warn you, my mother can be more of a dragon sometimes than my father.”

Tessa swallowed. Great. Seth was carnivorous enough without facing an entire family of meat eaters. The vision of his father and a no doubt equally intimidating matriarch picking their teeth with her bones was not in the least humorous, at least not at the moment.

He helped her out of the SUV and then held her elbow as if he feared she might run. A uniformed butler opened the door as they approached. Tessa’s eyes widened slightly. A butler? Who on earth still had a butler? Good Lord, even her father’s family wasn’t that snobbish.

“Tessa.” Seth growled the warning under his breath, somehow aware of her reaction and the likelihood she might voice it out loud, along with a pronouncement on how pretentious it was.

“Mr. Seth,” the butler intoned in a crisp British accent. “How good to see you. Shall I announce you and the young lady?”

Seth grimaced. “No, Forbes. I’ll take care of it.”

As they walked down the hallway, Tessa whispered, “A butler?”

Seth looked around to make sure they were alone before he stopped and turned her to face him. “What else did you expect, Tessa? You’ve met my father and Tallmadge. Did you think it would be any less stuffy at his home?”

Tessa looked up at him. She’d always thought he resembled a dangerous, caged animal, but what she saw in those eyes at Barrett Newspapers was nothing compared to what she saw now. At the moment, he looked more hunted than caged.

She remembered that feeling. It had been years since she’d experienced it, but she still vividly recalled it. Without thinking, she raised her hand to touch his chest. “I’m sorry.”

Seth covered her slender fingers with his big hand and squeezed. Some of the hunted look left his expression.

“It’s okay.” He leaned closer to her. “Look, my mother is trying to match me up with some horse-faced debutante from the club. I know it’s asking a lot, Tessa, but if you could make it seem…” He trailed off in what appeared to be embarrassment.

“Like we’re romantically involved?” Tessa supplied, gaining confidence even as he seemed to lose it.

Seth ran a finger around his collar. “Well, yes.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“That’s what I said.” As she heard someone approach the doorway they were standing outside, she stepped closer to Seth and slid her hand around his neck to pull his head down to her. She meant only to brush his lips with hers, but the difference in their heights, even with her heels, threw her off balance. Her body rested against his, her breasts crushed to his chest. As if by instinct, Seth brought his hands to her waist, but instead of just balancing her, he pulled her closer and slanted his firm mouth across hers. A delicate cough sent the two of them apart. Seth still maintained a casual arm around Tessa’s waist.

“Good evening, Mother.” He greeted her as if they hadn’t been caught in the act of exchanging a heated kiss. “Allow me to present Miss Tessa Edwards.”

Plucked brows arched with an inbred haughtiness, his mother eyed Tessa, who heard his soft groan. She realized the woman was about to pull out all the blueblood stops. No doubt she would try to freeze her to death with politeness.

“Are you from the Loudoun Edwards family?” his mother asked with a tone that seemed to imply the utter impossibility of such a thing.

Tessa smiled, deciding she was going to enjoy this. “Yes, ma’am, I am.” She ignored the warning squeeze she felt from Seth’s hand at her waist. It was obvious to Tessa that Mrs. Barlow-Barrett wanted a pedigree, so she would give her one. “My daddy was Robert Edwards of Mont Clair Park.”

From the corner of her eyes, Tessa saw Seth’s open-mouthed amazement. Even better, she watched as his mother thawed completely and smiled, speculation now replacing the haughtiness. “Welcome, dear. You must call me Tricia.”

“And I’m Tessa.”

* * * *

Seth watched in complete awe as Tessa worked everyone in the room. Gone was the ice queen of the office. In her place was a sparkling debutante to rival anything ever dangled in front of him before. Seth wasn’t sure what to think. The thought even crossed his mind that Tessa had gotten the job as his assistant through some nefarious plot on the part of his parents. As they drove to the country club, he glanced at her in confusion.

“Did you make all that up back there?” he asked at last.

Tessa looked at him. “Make what up?”

“That bit about Robert Edwards?”

Tessa stared at him. “No. He was my father. He died of cancer when I was five. I don’t remember him all that well.”

“Hmph.”

“Stop grunting, Seth.”

“Do you have any other surprises for me?” he growled as they pulled into the club parking lot.

Tessa brushed a speck of lint from her skirt. “Not that I know of.”

He watched her through dinner. She charmed everyone, from Habitat do-gooders to the dilettantes who always seemed to be hanging around somewhere. Seth stayed close to her side, because he realized it wasn’t just the women she affected. He’d never given it much thought while they worked, but Tessa Edwards was a beautiful, intelligent woman who possessed a natural magnetism that drew people of both sexes to her.

As they waited for the valet to bring up his SUV, Seth studied her. She was beginning to droop.

“If you come from the Loudoun Edwards, why do you need to work to support Zach?”

Tessa looked at him, her eyes shuttered. “My father had a pedigree, not money. It was something he had a hard time dealing with, according to my mother. I don’t care about either one. I want to earn a decent living until I can get Zach situated.”

“Then what do you want?” Seth probed.

For the first time, he saw some of the same feelings reflected in her eyes that he’d experienced. That feeling of being caged.

“I don’t know. I haven’t had the chance to figure that out. I hadn’t imagined being responsible for a child before I was twenty-five.”

He helped her into the car and then strode around to get in on his side. They didn’t speak again for a while. She was a surprise. More than that, Tessa Edwards was an enigma, and for the first time in a long while, Seth discovered he was intrigued enough to want to know more.

* * * *

“Tessa.” Seth’s voice came from a distance. “Tessa, wake up.” Closer now. In fact, very near her ear. “Come on, Tess, wake up.”

Tessa smiled. She was having the loveliest dream of the ocean complete with the feel of salt spray in her face. She and Zach were laughing.

“Tessa,” Seth prompted again. “You’re home.”

There was laughter in his voice and his breath was a whisper against her cheeks. She turned her head at the same time she opened her eyes.

“You’re home,” Seth said again. Silence stretched as they continued to stare at one another. Seth’s gaze drifted to her mouth, and Tessa self-consciously licked her lips. Their eyes met again.

“I should go in,” she whispered, but she made no move to leave.

Seth’s large hand came up and he brushed the backs of his fingers against her cheek.

“Thank you, Tessa.”

“For what?” she asked in confusion, staring at his wide, firm mouth.

“For agreeing to go with me tonight. For giving up some of your own time.” Seth quit talking for a moment. “I am about to make a very big mistake.” He slid his hand behind her head and leaned closer. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered as his mouth brushed hers.

“Seth.” His name came out on a breath as her heart thudded in her chest. The saner part of her agreed with him. It was a mistake. Sanity prevailed. She leaned back. As soon as she pressed against his hand, he released her and sat back.

“I’m sorry,” he said in his usual gruff voice. “That should never have happened.”

He opened his door and came around the gleaming black SUV to open the door for her. Tessa met his golden eyes again before taking his outstretched hand.

“Tessa.” He seemed to want to say something else, but stopped. “Thanks again. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

She nodded and hurried up the walk to the big, old house. She knew Seth stood there watching until she was inside. Only then did she hear the sound of the engine as the Cadillac pulled away from the curb.