CHAPTER FIVE
Joe looked up from his uncle's desk as the door opened and Barbara entered. He noticed that she didn't close the door. He wondered if Uncle George had talked about him to the woman. If so, maybe she thought he might try to give her a whirl—or rape her.
She stood in front of the desk. “Do you have any orders for me, boss?” She lifted her hand in a little salute and smiled broadly.
“Close the door, Barbara, and—” Joe let his words trail off. Hell, he had better take it easy. He needed her help to run things while he was in charge of the business, and this was no time to make a wisecrack about stretching out on the couch for some fast dictation.
The door closed, Barbara stood with her back against it. Her dark eyes regarded him gravely. Joe had the feeling that she wanted him
