Jasper Rosequist hadn’t had a woman in his house in a long time. Okay, that wasn’t true. His personal chef was female, but she wasn’t interested in men. Somehow, Jasper knew Sasha was, even with the defiant glint riding in her dark honey-colored eyes.
“Hello?” She lifted her hand as if to wave at him, and he startled.
“I’m not going to fire you,” he blurted. “The vacuuming looked nice. I thought you were gone.” He wasn’t a creeper. She’d left the bathroom door open. He hadn’t touched the doorknob, simply pushed against the door with two fingers. He wanted to blurt all of that out to her, but sucked it back in. Wouldn’t a creeper be sure to tell someone he wasn’t a creeper?
wasn’tJasper didn’t know for sure, and he didn’t want to drive this beautiful woman away. His heart did a strange t
