Fancy Shayne sat outside the closed office door wondering for the fifth time what in the hell she was doing here. Sure, the job ad had read perfect in the newspaper but did she really want to apply for it. The Tycoon Club money was excellent. However, if she landed this job she could quit the club and save up money faster.

Wiping her sweaty palms down the front of her pants, she tried to calm down her racing pulse. It wouldn't do her any good to show him how nervous he actually made her. She was here to land this job not drool all over the man who was about to interview her. Headley was so wrong thinking she would land the job because of their friendship. Hell, half the time he wouldn't even acknowledge her when he walked past her on the sidewalk in town. Why would he invite her to live under the same roof as him?

No, this was a mistake. She had to get out of here before she made a huge ass out of herself. Standing up, Fancy was about to head for the front door when the door swung open in front of her. Her feet froze in the middle of the carpeted floor as the man she had a Texas sized crush on filled its doorway.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Ms. Shayne," Maxwell Reed apologized in a deep Texas drawl. "I was on the phone. Why don't you come on in and we can get this interview started."