Sally Friday is a mess. Not only is she tortured by self-doubt, but she is also clumsy and has no fashion sense. However, these qualities are exactly what her boss is counting on when she sends her to spy on reclusive millionaire playboy, Roman Daniels. Sally, normally an office clerk for the gossip magazine, Normandy, interviews for the position as Roman’s new secretary.
His jealous PA, Antonia, immediately hires the girl, confident that her disheveled appearance will make her invisible to Roman’s wandering eye. Reliably disaster-prone, Sally makes a memorable first impression, and Roman wonders if he will survive her employment. But there is something about Sally that Roman can’t dismiss. Unlike every other woman, she is unswayed by his masculine good looks, and he keeps catching intriguing glimpses of her feminine potential. When Sally takes a midnight dip in his pool, Roman makes an eye-popping discovery: Sally is hiding a luscious hour-glass figure beneath those baggy clothes. Her hidden assets as well as her refreshing innocence have Roman hooked.
That is, until his growing feelings and fear of commitment get in the way and he decides to back off. With the help of Roman’s best friend Paul, Sally plays to Roman’s jealousy and gives him a taste of his own medicine. But what will Roman do when Sally's deceit is revealed?
Throwing the sheet to one side, she rose to her feet, naked apart from a splash of glaring red, a minuscule pair of briefs that had seen better days. Crossing in soft steps towards the window, she stared with an intense longing out at the cool night. Her window overlooked the pool, which twinkled and beckoned, calling out to her. A glaze of moonlight caressed the water, and without another thought, she skipped into the bathroom.
Wrapping a large towel around her body, she opened her door slowly. Peeping out, she gazed down the darkened hallway. She could just make out the dulcet sound of Paul snoring. He was in the bedroom next to hers, separated only by the bathroom. She hadn’t heard Roman return and supposed he’d be spending the night away. He probably felt safer, she thought with a snap of irritation.
Running down the darkened stairs, she padded on light feet through the kitchen and pulled the door open. She held her breath and winced at its creaking hinges, hoping no one would hear the noise, before stepping outside and closing the door behind her. The patio stones still felt warm beneath her bare feet.
The two shepherds rose from where they’d been lying near the house and trotted over, curious at this midnight visit. Raising a hand to her lips, she said, “Ssh,” and grinned at their wagging tails. “Now be quiet, and sit there. That’s good, boys.” Sally was pleased at the way they listened to her.
Without wasting any time, she dropped the towel onto the nearby sun lounger, letting her eyes adjust to the dark. Spinning round, she dove into the pool. Her body was as straight as an arrow as she disappeared beneath the water. Coming up the other side of the pool, she relished the coolness washing over her skin. Floating on her back, Sally lazed around the pool, her hands fanning through the water as she drifted with aimless intent. She chuckled at the two dogs sitting poised at the edge of the pool, watching her.
She was so tempted to call them in but knew she couldn’t explain to Roman why his dogs were soaking wet and his pool full of dog hair.
Without warning the outside lights blazed, illuminating the entire area. Sally lay frozen on her back for an instant, bathed in the glare at the centre of the pool. Galvanising herself into action, she flicked over and dove to the bottom. She swam with easy expertise beneath the water, coming up against the darkened edge of the pool.
As she squeezed her eyes shut, she heard Roman’s voice. Shit, shit!
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“What the hell?” He’d barely caught a tantalising glimpse of naked flesh and a flash of red cloth before it all disappeared. He thought he’d imagined it, except that the dogs bounced around the pool barking. Then they stopped and concentrated on the one spot. Where she swam to and disappeared.
“Stay inside, they’re not good with strangers,” he ordered his companion, a tall, red-haired woman. Then he strode to the pool. Staring down into the water, he caught a glimpse of a blonde head.
And then he knew.
“Sally!” he yelled, just before she sank lower into the depths. “Christ!” Roman was convinced she was drowning, and kicked off his shoes before diving in. Reaching out to her, he pulled her struggling body back to the surface.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” At once, he realized she was practically naked. A pair of very ample breasts spilled over his arm as he held her tight in front of him.
Mortified, she struggled to free herself from his vice-like grip. “Nothing, so will you let me go?”
Coming to his senses, he felt his mind reel at the sight of the body she’d hidden beneath baggy, unflattering clothes. He released her. “What the hell were you doing at the bottom of the pool?”
“It’s obvious I was hiding, wasn’t it?” she said, still with her back to him. She treaded the water before swimming to the side. Raising her arms, she laid them on the edge of the pool and clung to the tiles, unaware of the way her breasts pushed out to the side.
Roman swallowed hard and studied her slim back and narrow waist. It was so small he could span it with his hands. His gaze dropped to the small red knickers and shapely ass. Those were some interesting prospects, he thought in surprise.