“I look forward to working with you…”

“Natalie Collins.”

“Natalie.” The word rolled off his tongue like a caress. Her knees turned to jelly. It was one thing to drool over him in a movie, but to drool on her boss wasn’t professional at all and not a good way to start a business relationship.

She had better get over this quick.

With a cup of steaming black coffee in one hand, Chase Booker stared at the mounds of paper on his desk. Two months of filming on location had taken its toll on the wooden surface. He swallowed some of the hot liquid and glanced at the clock.

In five minutes Martin Morrison, his CFO, and Robert Addler, his partner, were supposed to come in for a meeting. The warmth of the coffee filled him even as the caffeine seeped into his veins. His flight from London had been delayed, so he was dealing with jet lag and fatigue.

The shoot had gone well and even though his production company, Pandora Productions, hadn’t produced the action film, he’d loved every minute of it. Especially his married costar. For once he hadn’t had to pry off the tentacles of an actress trying to make a name for herself.

After the breakup with Alexis Brandt, he needed something different. It was always the same. Some attractive, no-name actress needed a step up from the D list to the A list. Knowing his track record for giving his girlfriend that extra boost to her career, the actress sets her sights on him. Regardless if he was single or still involved.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose. Maybe it was time for something different. Large brown eyes behind glasses flashed in his mind. The little accountant. Barely over five feet tall. Her brown hair pulled back in a ponytail.

He smiled. In the movies, the librarian takes off her glasses and lets down her hair and she’s the most beautiful woman alive. Natalie Collins may not be that type of beauty, but there was something about her. He couldn’t put his finger on it.