"Mary Janice Davidson - Delightful Deception" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davidson Mary Janice)

upper lip. What they used to call the mark of a sorceress.

Like most beautiful women in a brainy trade, she dressed to hide her assetsтАФdark brown skirt past the
knee, coffee-colored blouse, dark brown blazer. Sensible flats and sensible nylons. But the gold pin on
her lapel was a small Tasmanian Devil, and the frames of her glasses were purple and tipped at the ends
like the old-fashioned cat's-eye glasses of the fifties.

He knew she was brilliant. He'd followed her work for years. But he'd had not the faintest clue that she
was utterly, amazingly gorgeous.

It was too bad.

It made everything harder.

"Right, then," he said with forced brightness, sliding her files aside and sitting cross-legged on the edge of
her desk like an overgrown pixie. She arched dark brows and slowly sat down. "Let's get to it I know
you gave PaceIC to Renee Jardin in order to fuck over your old boss."

Her eyes widened, then narrowed. He felt the temperature of the room plummetтАФor maybethat was
just the impression he got when her eyes frosted over and her mouth hardened. "That's not true," she said
quietly.

"No, really, it's fine. I mean, I admire theshit out of you. It was a ballsy move, no question, but now you
and I have to clean up your mess,capice ?"

"If my new employer has doubts about my past performance," she said distantly, "he is welcome to
peruse the security tapes."

He threw back his head and laughed. Her eyebrows arched higher until he expected them to climb off
her forehead. "Riiiiiight, Dr. Foster. You were smart enough to think up the most important find in the last
hundred years, but you were too stupid to doctor the security tapes."

She reddened, and he nearly fell off the desk. Jeez, she was even prettier when she blushedтАФthe
porcelain skin took on a faint pinkish undertone, like roses in the desert. "I'll clean out my desk," she said,
and rose.

He leaned forward and grabbed her wrist. For such a tall woman, her wrists were surprisingly
fragileтАФdelicately boned and not even two inches across. "Hold up there, partner. I'm not firing you.
Repeat: Not. Firing. You. So don't Get your panties. In a wad."

"My panties are none of your business." She jerked her wrist away, and he let go with a yelp before she
could put him through the wall. "But if you think I'm going to stand to be insulted in my ownтАФ"
 "Who's insulting you? I told you: I think what you did was hot shit. Jekell was an asshole. Who hides a
cure that can help millions of people just to make a buck? Shit, the guy was already rich. How much
more money did he need? You can't take it with you, right?"

"I disliked Dr. Jekell," she replied, "but I resent your insinuation."

"Oh, please." He rolled his eyes. "What, you think this is a setup? You think I'm wired? That this is an
elaborate sting to get you to confess so I can fire you?" He pulled up his shirt and saw her eyes widen in