"Hi, there." A curvy brunette sat across the cafeteria table from Lacey Easton. "I'm Sarah Tate. Welcome to Wolfe International -- you're the new records secretary, right?"

"I'm a temp. They hired me to fill in while Linda’s on maternity leave."

"All the receptionists love you because you're so nice but the executive secretaries hate you because you're gorgeous." Sarah grinned. "The girls in Accounting and I are dying to find out where you get your hair dyed and styled."

"Uh, nowhere." Lacey touched the side of her wavy red hair, which she wore in a French twist. "This is my natural color. I style it myself."

"Okay," Sarah said and sighed. "Now I hate you. Unless you give me your cake. Then, all will be forgiven."

As they laughed together, Lacey's attention strayed to upper level atrium over the cafeteria. A tall, fair-haired man in a beautifully tailored black suit stood talking with a petite, sharp-featured blonde wearing a lemon-colored designer dress. She didn't know the woman, but recognized the man as Christopher Wolfe, the company's CEO -- her impossible dream man.

From the day Lacey began working at Wolfe International she had noticed the CEO's portrait hanging in the lobby. At first, she blamed the sexy combination of sun-streaked blond mane, chiseled features and sensual mouth for making Christopher Wolfe seem so handsome. Every time she passed his portrait she also felt as if his slightly tilted, dark brown eyes were following her every move.

If only, Lacey thought, discreetly admiring his broad shoulders. He doesn't know I even exist.

"You look depressed," Sarah said. "You're not having trouble with the job, are you?"

"Oh, no," Lacey said. "I am having a problem with calls for other departments coming in on her phone line. I guess Maintenance is working on it." She nodded at the atrium. "Who is that woman up there with Mr. Wolfe?"

Sarah glanced over her shoulder and then smirked. "There's one of your haters, Nora Bonner. She's Mr. Wolfe's perpetual ***-kisser. Excuse me, I mean personal assistant." She lowered her voice. "Beau Bonner, the king of used cars? That’s his daughter. I don't think she took the job for the money. Rumor has it she wants wedding bells -- with little wolves on them."

"Really." Lacey ignored the little twist that caused in her heart. "Are they involved?"

"Nope. Nora should have done her research better. The boss never dates employees. Actually, no one knows who he dates. But he's definitely playing the field." Sarah waggled her eyebrows. "More like three fields, if you believe the gossip. Have you met him yet?"

Lacey shook her head. "I don't think he visits the archives very often."

"You never know; he might just show up at your desk one day. For a billionaire CEO Mr. Wolfe is pretty hands-on. He just won't put his hands on any of the help." Sarah gave her a wry look. "Which reminds me, the guys in Accounting would like to know if you're seeing anyone."

"I'm taking a break from dating right now." Lacey refrained from mentioning that it was due to her ridiculous crush on Christopher Wolfe. "How about you?"

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