Executive Pursuit
Andrea Laurence

www.millsandboon.co.uk

Contents

Title Page

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Copyright

Chapter One

New Year’’s Eve

Washington D.C.

“If your mother catches you in here with me, she’s going to have you hog tied by the Secret Service and shipped off to Camp David.”

Penelope Hart, the White House Social Secretary, watched the president’s youngest—and most troublesome—son, Kellan Ramsey, saunter across the plush carpet of the Green Room. He laughed, and a wide smile spread easily across his face. The sound of his amusement was the same low, sexy rumble that Penelope remembered from the months they’d spent together six years ago.

No one was supposed to be in this room. Penelope had slipped away from the East Room and the chaos of the White House New Year’s Eve ball for a few moments of peace and quiet. As the glorified party planner for the administration, she rarely got to enjoy nights like this. At best, she could now breathe a sigh of relief because midnight was only a few minutes away and everything had gone precisely according to plan.

But the night wasn’t over yet, and a major threat was strolling towards her in an Armani tuxedo. She should’ve known Kellan would follow her in here. She’d been dodging his glances all night. Hell, she’d been dodging him since he showed up at the White House on Christmas Eve to spend the holidays with his family. As much as she’d like to, she couldn’t risk even being seen speaking to the first son. It had been a long time since his college days when scandal dogged his every step, but the press needed very little encouragement to splash Kellan on the front pages again. And his mother needed little proof to think her son had captured another of her staffers in his seductive web.

“Hello to you, too, Penny.”

“Penelope,” she corrected. No one called her Penny anymore. Actually, no one had ever called her Penny but Kellan. Just the sound of him saying it again was enough to weaken her resolve to avoid him. It made her remember the wild, carefree days of their relationship at Georgetown. To crisp, autumn nights sitting on a park bench talking about their dreams and their future. It had been so easy then.

The hardest part had been letting herself take the risk of being with someone like Kellan. Sitting beside him in a sociology class her sophomore year, she’d sensed there was more to him than his reputation. She’d always made the safe choice, but those blue eyes urged her to take a chance, this one time. From there, it had been easy to fall for the rebel with his own secret service detail.

But that had been a long time ago, and thinking about the past could be dangerous to her future.

Penelope took a step back from him and found her shoulder blades pressed against the cool marble of the fireplace mantle. With no escape, she looked up at the handsome charmer from her past. The dark-headed attorney leaned in to press his palm against the wall behind her, pinning her with his piercing blue eyes.

“I’m not worried about my mother, Penelope.” His expression was dead serious despite his laughter of a moment ago. The passion that every inch of her body remembered was blazing in his eyes just as fiercely as the flames roaring in the fireplace beside her.

Penelope could barely breathe when he looked at her that way. Her chest tightened, her pulse quickened, her belly clenched. The scent of his cologne swirled around her, making her head swim. She wanted so badly to reach out and brush a stray lock of dark hair from his eyes. To press her palm against the rough line of his jaw. She knew exactly how it would feel. And how it would feel to have his hands on her body. His touch had been electric. Fantastic. She could never forget it. Or resist it.

Chapter Two

Six years. How had Penelope managed to resist Kellan so long? Then she remembered. The trick was to stay far, far away from him. While he’d been away at law school it had been easy. He’d only come home for quick holidays and special occasions. But he’d moved back to D.C about a year ago, and it seemed like every time she turned around, Kellan was there, watching her. Something had been building between them. Something she couldn’t let herself give in to if she wanted to keep her job.

President Ramsey had won his place in the White House on a family values platform. As such, the First Lady demanded an extremely conservative work environment, especially when it came to her staff. There were to be no scandals, no fraternization with other staffers, and certainly no involvement with her troublesome son.

It was only after Penelope had ended her relationship with Kellan that she’d realized the rules were there for good reason. Before they’d met, Kellan had enjoyed seducing staffers and causing problems for the office. He was the only chink in the Ramseys’ illusion of perfection, and back then, he’d liked it that way. Fortunately, that was a bad habit he’d given up after meeting her.

“You’re not worried about your mother because you don’t work for her.” As White House Social Secretary, Penelope reported directly to Mrs. Ramsey. “She can’t fire you.”

A smile curled Kellan’s lips. “Consider yourself lucky to be fired. I’ve got to listen to her disapproval for the rest of my life.”

Penelope shook her head and pressed one hand against Kellan’s chest to keep him at a safe distance. “Well, I’m going to be unemployed in three weeks. I have a pretty promising job lined up in Atlanta, but it hinges on a glowing recommendation from your mother.”

“I heard about that. That’s the reason I’m here.”

Penelope frowned. It wasn’t exactly common knowledge. “Who told you?”

“My mother.”

Penelope’s dark eyes grew wide. “You were talking to your mother? About me?” She didn’t even want to think about how that conversation had gone. After Penelope had landed a dream internship at the White House, she’d had to break it off with Kellan, and when a couple years later she’d been hired as Social Secretary, Mrs. Ramsey had acted as though her son had never dated her.

Kellan shrugged. “It certainly beats talking to her about me. Besides, I think she enjoyed it. She gets a thrill from knowing she split us up. She was taunting me about you moving to Atlanta to work at some fancy, private girls’ school. Is that really what you’re going to do?”

He said that like it was the most wretched job in the world. She supposed that for a rich kid who’d gone to a private school, it might be. For her, it was almost as good as the job she had now. But there was a time limit on jobs at the White House, and she’d be a fool to pass up this new opportunity. “Yes. The Jefferson Academy is one of the most highly regarded private schools in the world. Getting a position on the staff there is more impossible than being admitted as a student.”

“You’re going to teach stuck-up little girls which fork to use?”

It was just like him to reduce her hard work to something as trivial as flatware. “Etiquette is what holds polite society together. The parents of those ‘‘stuck-up little girls’ recognize that. It’s a very prestigious position. One that depends on your mother’s letter, so could you please take a step back before someone sees us?”

“No.” He didn’t budge an inch. “You won’t be happy there.”

“What makes you think you know so much about me, Kellan? It’s been a long time since we’ve been anything but casual acquaintances.”

“Exactly. And that ends here. Tonight.”

Chapter Three

“Says who? You?” Penelope asked.

“I told you I would come back for you. Didn’t you believe me?”

Kellan had helped Penelope get a job as a White House intern while they were still in college. It was what she had always wanted, but the price of his gift was that they couldn’t see each other while she was interning. He knew it was important to her, though, and had told her he could be patient. That he would wait for her. But when she’d graduated, she’d continued working in the White House full-time as an administrative assistant and worked her way up to her dream job of social secretary. Kellan, meanwhile, had gone off to law school and followed his own path.

“It’s been six years. I thought you would’ve moved on by now.”

“Why? Because I had such a horrible reputation with women before we met?”

Penelope shrugged. “There is that.”

His blue eyes pinned her in place, sending a flush of heat up her throat. “And who have you seen me with since then? No one special. We were great together. I brought you out of your shell and you kept me level. We only split up because you were working for my mother.”

“Right.”

“And in a few weeks, you won’t be.”

“In a few weeks,” she repeated with emphasis. “Not tonight. I still have a job to do. Without a recommendation letter from Mrs. Ramsey, I’m going to end up moving back into my mother’s tiny apartment and begging to teach debutants how to serve a proper tea.”

“That’s ridiculous. You’ve done an amazing job. Everyone knows that.”

“No, Kellan. You know that. Outside of these walls, most people have no idea who I even am. No one stops eating at a State Dinner with the Premier of Japan and wonders who planned such a great party. The President and the First Lady did it. I am a silent force. I need that letter. And she’s certainly not going to write it if she finds you pressed up against me like this.”

Kellan looked down, starting at the pink toes peeping from her heels and letting his eyes slowly travel up the length of her body. “I’m hardly pressed against you. But I’d certainly like to be. That dress…” His voice trailed off and he swallowed hard before he spoke again. “You look great tonight.”

Penelope felt her knees weaken slightly, but she couldn’t fall into his arms the way she wanted to. It was pretty talk, but that’s all it could be. “Thank you,” she said. She could feel her cheeks flush, but she couldn’t break away from his gaze. “But we’ve had this discussion before. Nothing is going to happen between us while I work here.”

Penelope loved the thrill of planning a flawless event, the elegance of a perfectly crafted thank-you note. Etiquette was a lost art she was determined to keep alive. She’d come from practically nothing, and she’d still have nothing without the scholarship to Georgetown. She had fought her way to get where she was. Risking all that to fall into Kellan’s arms was foolish.

“And the clock is ticking down.”

So that was what brought all this on. He saw the end of his father’s administration as a green light between the two of them. She wished she could see it as positively. “Unlike you,” Penelope said, “I’m not looking forward to my time here ending.”

“That’s because you were never in the media spotlight.”

Penelope looked up at the man who’d protected her from the media when the lights had chased her. Dating the first son should’ve landed her name and picture in magazines and newspapers, but he’d shielded her from it all. In the years since, he had grown up, but he still had the same caring heart.

Chapter Four

“I was almost caught up in the media storm. If not for you, I—”

“If not for me, you never would’ve been in that position to begin with,” Kellan said.

“But you could’ve let the press splash my name and picture everywhere. And you didn’t.”

Kellan smiled and her insides melted like she was twenty again. “I didn’t want to share you with the world. They would’ve found a way to turn our relationship into another one of my scandals, and you deserved better than that. I didn’t want to ruin us.”

“You couldn’t have ruined us,” she said.

Kellan narrowed his eyes as he listened to her speak. “What happened to that sweet, southern accent I used to love?”

Penelope was grateful for the change in subject. “I’ve been living in D.C. too long, I guess.” The truth was more that she’d deliberately tried to shake her accent. She’d wanted to sound more professional when she started to work at the White House full-time. She didn’t want to be the only Elly May in the office.

Kellan frowned at her. He could see the truth in her eyes. “There was nothing wrong with you the way you were. My Penny was perfect. You didn’t have to change for my mother.”

“I didn’t,” she started to argue, but she stopped. She had changed for Mrs. Ramsey. She’d realized that no amount of knowledge of etiquette or calligraphy would help her if she sounded like she was fresh from the holler. “I wanted to sound like everyone else.”

“But you’re not like everyone else. Everyone else is boring. That’s what makes you special.”

The music in the ballroom swelled and the New Year countdown began. It was a good excuse for her to shake this uncomfortable conversation. “I need to get back in there.”

“Wait,” Kellan said, blocking her escape. “I’ve already lost the last six years with you. Please spend the next seven seconds with me.”

His voice was a soft plea she couldn’t ignore. She could give him a few more seconds…but that was all. “Six, five, four…” she counted, her eyes locked on his.

Kellan took her hand in his own and pulled it away from his chest. He stepped forward, closing the gap between them. He wasn’t pressed against her the way she craved, but she was close enough to climb up to her toes and—

“Happy New Year!” the crowd roared from the other room and the familiar notes of ‘‘Auld Lang Syne’ began to play.

“Happy New Year, Penelope.”

“Happy New Year.”

Kellan slipped a finger under her chin and tipped her face up to him. His lips met hers. They were warm and soft, tasting of the champagne she’d chosen for the night. She couldn’t help leaning forward, drinking him in and getting tipsy from the sensation of his mouth against hers.

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