“We’ll work out the exact amount needed and not a dollar more.”
“Of course.”
“The bed-and-breakfast will be strictly business between us, okay?”
Expressive blue eyes glimmered at him through her lashes. “Sure, Joe. Strictly business. I’ll only strip naked and go skinny-dipping in the ocean when you’re not around. Promise.”
Blood pounded in his veins and shot southward. He really needed to get her alone, fast.
“We might negotiate a separate contract covering skinny-dipping,” he said, sounding strangled.
Laughing with delight, she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him. “It’s going to be fun negotiating that contract. You’ll be surprised what this maid can squeeze out of you!”
His millionaire maid would never cease to surprise him, of that Joe was convinced. He lowered his mouth to hers, eager for the negotiations to begin.