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  First Down

  Book Three in the Texas Titans Series

  Cheryl Douglas

  Copyright © by Cheryl Douglas

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  First Down—Book Three

  High Rollers operations director, Grayson Barrett, is loving life. He travels around the country, working hard, partying harder, and engaging in no-strings attached fun whenever the urge strikes. But when he returns to his home base in Texas to find that his business partner has hired a new accounting manager, he’s not amused. She’s gorgeous, intelligent, and clearly not interested in him.

  After a bitter divorce, Alana Holmes moves to Arlington to start over. Her previous position, working for her husband’s company, was a nightmare. She was living under his powerful thumb, forced to follow his rules, at home and at work. Not that she’s finally broken free of him; she’s determined to make it on her own. She has a new home, new job, and new opportunities. The only complication is Grayson, who bears a striking resemblance to her ex, in more ways than one

  Chapter One

  “Tell me about yourself, Alana,” Jaxon Davis said, tilting back his swivel chair.

  His eyes traveled down her legs, prompting her to self-consciously pluck at the hem on the straight black skirt and wish it afforded more fabric. She’d felt good when she’d looked in the mirror that morning, confident that the smart black suit and high heels were the right choice. But the way the High Rollers president was devouring her with his eyes made her wish she’d opted for pants—and maybe a turtleneck.

  Alana glanced at her resume on his desk. He’d barely looked at it. Probably because he’d been too busy checking out her instead of her work history. She’d known too many men like Jaxon, men who thought they could have any woman they wanted just because they wielded power. Men like her ex-husband.

  “I’ve spent the past five years working as the accounting manager for Holmes Inc. in Sacramento,” she said, hoping he wouldn’t press her for details about why she’d left. She needed this job and the fresh start it represented.

  “I can see that,” Jaxon said with a smirk, pointing toward the resume on his desk. “I’ve studied your resume, even checked your references. That’s why I asked you to come in for an interview. I’d like to know more.” He folded his hands. “Like why you’re looking to relocate.”

  “For personal reasons,” she said, offering a slight smile.

  “Personal reasons?” He quirked an eyebrow. “Which means you don’t intend to tell me?”

  Alana sighed and instantly wished she could take it back when a scowl pulled his brows together. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be evasive. I really want this job. In fact, I need this job.” She wiped her damp palms on her skirt. “I’m a very hard worker, Mr. Davis, and you won’t find anyone more knowledgeable about—”

  “Jaxon,” he cut in.

  “Excuse me?”

  “I asked you to call me Jaxon, remember?”

  “Right, Jaxon,” she repeated, hoping he couldn’t tell how nervous she was.

  He scrutinized her as if he knew all of her secrets. Was it possible he knew her ex-husband? They were undoubtedly of similar social standing, but they lived in different states. Was it possible their paths had crossed? Maybe Jaxon and Ronan were friends and that was why High Rollers was considering her for this position. Maybe her ex had put them up to it so he could continue to keep tabs on her.

  “Is there a problem?” Jaxon asked as he leaned across his desk. “You look a little pale. Can I get you a glass of water or something?”

  “That would be nice, thank you,” Alana said, holding her breath until he’d left the room.

  Chastising herself for being paranoid, she vowed to pull herself together by the time Jaxon returned. She had no logical reason to assume her ex-husband had any relationship with the High Rollers’ partners or even knew where she was applying. She was just letting her imagination get the best of her again.

  Hiding from him for ten months, even though he went out of his way to ensure their paths crossed as often as possible, was making her a nervous wreck. That was why, despite her family’s desire to have her stay close to home, she had to make a clean break and get as far away from Ronan and his spies as she could.

  Jaxon returned and handed her a glass of ice water. “Here you go.” He obviously noticed her hand tremble when she took the glass, because he said, “If you’re not feeling well, we can reschedule this meeting.”

  “No,” she said too quickly. She blushed when he looked at her curiously. “I mean, I’m only in town for the day.”

  “In that case, let’s get down to business,” Jaxon said, reclaiming his seat. “I’ll be honest, my partner Grayson usually conducts interviews, but he’s out of town right now. So I’m kind of winging it here.”

  He gave her a disarming smile that made her smile back. If she’d been interested in dating, which she definitely was not, he would have made her toes curl.

  “I’ll make it as painless as possible for you then,” she said, wishing she had more experience with job interviews. She’d gotten married when she was in her last year of college and started working for her husband’s software company right after graduation.

  “I’d appreciate that.” He grinned. “So tell me about your last job. From a software company to a chain of sports bars? That’s quite a departure, isn’t it?”

  “I guess it is,” she said, setting her glass on the table beside her. “But I was employed by that company for years. It’s time for a change.”

  “Holmes Inc.,” he said, glancing at her resume again. “Any relation?”

  She was naïve to think that wouldn’t come up. “Um, yes, it’s my ex-husband’s company.”

  “I see,” Jaxon said, nodding. “It’s starting to make sense now.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You gave me three personal references, no professional references. I was curious about that.”

  Sinking her teeth into her lower lip, she said, “My ex-husband’s employees are quite loyal to him, as I’m sure you can imagine. I wouldn’t feel comfortable asking any of them for a reference. Besides, I’d rather he not know where I’m looking for work.” Cursing herself for piquing Jaxon’s curiosity, she rushed on. “But if you need more references, I’ve done a bit of freelance accounting during the past ten months. I’m sure any of those clients would be happy to vouch for me.”

  “This is none of my business,” Jaxon said, “but I’ve heard of Holmes, Inc. It’s a big company. Your ex-hus
band is obviously a wealthy man. Aren’t you entitled to support?”

  Alana’s chest constricted. That was the last thing she wanted to discuss with a stranger. “It didn’t seem worth the trouble,” she said with a tight smile. “I just wanted to move on, not get caught up in litigation for months or years.”

  “Interesting.” Jaxon looked at her intently, as though he was trying to gauge her sincerity. “Most women in your position wouldn’t have walked away until they were satisfied they’d gotten what was coming to them.”

  Her lawyer had said the same thing, but all she’d wanted was her freedom. “I’m happy with the decision I made. I’m able to make a decent living as an accountant, certainly enough to support my modest lifestyle.” She crossed and uncrossed her legs. “Do you have any other questions for me?”

  Jaxon chuckled. “I get the message. You want me to butt out of your personal life, am I right?”

  She winced. “I don’t mean to be rude, but I’d rather not discuss it if it’s all the same to you.”

  “Believe me,” he said with a grin, “no one has more skeletons in their closet than I do. I respect your right to privacy, Alana. The only thing that matters to me is whether you can do the job. My concern is—”

  Here it comes.

  “You seem over-qualified. Our accounting manager has been with us since the beginning, and I suspect it’ll be another ten years or more before he’s ready to retire.”

  “I understand.”

  “What I’m saying is there isn’t a lot of opportunity for advancement in that department. Would you be okay with that?”

  “Honestly? I love being an accountant. As long as I’m making a contribution to the company, that’s enough for me.”

  Jaxon smiled as he picked up her resume and scanned it again. “4.0 GPA. Is that for real? I know a lot of people inflate their resumes to get a job.”

  “You’re welcome to check it out,” she said, trying not to take offense at his question.

  “That won’t be necessary,” he said. “I like you, Alana. Let’s give this thing a try.”

  She was grateful he thought she would be a good fit for his company, but she couldn’t uproot her life without a contract. “I’d love to work for High Rollers, but this position you’re offering me, is it on a trial basis?”

  “No, we can offer you a…” He seemed to consider his options. “A three-year contract. You’ll meet with my human resources manager later today to discuss the specifics, if that works for you.”

  “Sure, that would be great. Thank you,” she said, rising to accept his outstretched hand. “I look forward to working with you, Jaxon.”

  ***

  “I told you not to hire anyone until I got back,” Grayson said, glaring at his partner.

  “Lighten up.” Jaxon passed him a highball of scotch. “This girl is perfect for the job. If anything, she’s overqualified. We were lucky to get her.”

  “Which means she’ll be looking for greener pastures,” Grayson muttered, “and we’ll be right back where we started.” Letting his friend interview candidates for the accounting position while Grayson was out of town had been a mistake. Jaxon’s brain was often the last to weigh in on decisions, especially when a beautiful woman was involved.

  “Why are you looking at me like that?” Jaxon demanded, tipping back his glass.

  “What did this woman look like?”

  A slow smile spread across Jaxon’s face. “You’ve got to see her to believe her.”

  “That’s what I was afraid of.” Grayson set his drink aside without taking a sip. “You can’t make decisions like this because an applicant has a killer body or pretty face.”

  “This girl is the total package, Barrett, so don’t worry. Hell, you should be thanking me for doing your job for you.”

  “Thank you?” Grayson asked, feeling his anger at his friend’s arrogance swelling. “I should think about killing you for making my job harder. Once this girl quits, and she will, I’m the one who’ll have to find her replacement.”

  “Or you could leave it to our human resources department,” Jaxon said, rolling his eyes. “Isn’t that what we pay them for?”

  “I thought we agreed I would be involved in hiring everyone in the finance department,” Grayson reminded him. “We’ve heard too many horror stories about crooked accountants fudging the numbers so they can skim money off the top.”

  “And I thought we agreed not to talk business at our poker games,” Zach Foster said as he walked into the room where they held their weekly poker games. He slapped Grayson on the back before he sat down beside him. “How was your trip, buddy?”

  “Okay,” Grayson muttered, unable to let go of his frustration over Jaxon’s blatant disregard for the policies they’d all agreed to abide by.

  “Just okay?” Zach asked, reaching for one of the chilled longnecks the waitress had left for them. “That doesn’t sound good. Problems with the Pasadena location already?”

  “He’s just sulking,” Jaxon said with a grin. “I hired an accountant for the home office before he had a chance to interview her.”

  “You agreed to wait until I got back,” Grayson spat. “You had no right to hire her without checking with me. That’s my department.” He folded his arms. “Do I stick my nose into your business?”

  Jaxon laughed. “Man, if you’re this uptight about some new hire, you really need to get laid.”

  If not for the fact the rest of their partners and friends chose that minute to walk in, Grayson might have jumped across the table and forced Jaxon to retract that statement. Sex wasn’t Grayson’s problem and never had been. He had a great life, and he enjoyed the company of beautiful women with no strings attached. Just because Zach and Matt had found their happy endings didn’t mean Grayson had any desire to be tethered to the old ball-and-chain. He had plenty of time for that. He wasn’t even thirty-five yet. Maybe by the time he hit forty he’d be ready to think about a wife and kids, but in the meantime, he was loving the single life.

  Jokes and insults flew back and forth between the best friends. Grayson loved those guys as if they were the brothers he’d never had.

  “How’s married life treatin’ ya, Matt?” Brett asked, nudging Matt with his shoulder. “Everything you thought it would be, or is she holdin’ out on ya now that she’s got that ring on her finger?”

  Grayson didn’t think intimacy would ever be a problem for Kristen and Matt. They could barely keep their hands off each other in public. He could only imagine what it was like behind closed doors.

  “You won’t hear any complaints from me,” Matt said with a shit-eating grin that almost made Grayson jealous. “Taking another chance on marriage was the best decision I ever made.”

  “I want to meet her,” Grayson said, glaring at Jaxon.

  “Who?” Jaxon asked, looking confused.

  “This new accountant you hired. I want her in my office tomorrow at nine a.m. sharp.”

  “Are we back to that again?” Jaxon moaned. “Would you just let it go already? I told you I checked her references, and I emailed you her resume. Not even you could find fault with it.”

  “I don’t care. I still want to meet her.” Grayson was breaking a cardinal rule by talking business at their poker game, but he didn’t care. He wanted to meet the girl who’d convinced his friend to ignore policy.

  Jaxon reached for the cards in the middle of the table. “She was catching a flight back home, I think. Said she had some loose ends to tie up before she starts work next Monday.”

  “She’s not going to start work next Monday if I don’t meet her first.” Grayson knew he was being stubborn about this, but their business worked because they all respected each other’s positions in the company. Jaxon had basically bypassed Grayson’s decision-making power, and Grayson wanted to send him a clear message that he wouldn’t tolerate it.

  “Fine,” Jaxon said, sighing as he shuffled. “I’ll call her in the morning and see what I can do about sett
ing up a meeting for you.”

  “Don’t try,” Grayson warned, narrowing his eyes at Jaxon. “Just do it, or you’ll be the one explaining to her why you have to rescind her job offer.”

  “Tight ass,” Jaxon muttered.

  Chapter Two

  Alana had been concerned when Jaxon had called and asked her to come in for a second interview. She’d thought she already had the job. He assured her that meeting with his partner was just a formality, but she couldn’t help but worry. She needed the job.

  “Mr. Barrett will see you now, Ms. Holmes,” the receptionist said with a smile. “His office is just down the hall, third door on your left.”

  “Thank you.” Alana listened to the rhythm of her stilettos on the tile floor as she made her way down the hall. She’d been too nervous to eat breakfast, and that was triggering her hypoglycemia. Please don’t let me faint, she prayed as she knocked on his door.

  “Come in.”

  His voice was cool and composed, with an underlying edge that made her even more anxious. When she opened the door, she nearly collapsed, but not because of her low blood sugar. The man sitting behind the huge oak desk was a dead ringer for her ex-husband. Same cropped dark hair, broad shoulders, light hazel eyes, olive skin…

  “I said come in,” he repeated, staring at her as though he feared she may be on something.

  “I’m sorry,” she muttered, stepping into the room and closing the door. She couldn’t very well tell him the reason for her odd reaction. “Hello, Mr. Barrett. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

  He accepted her outstretched hand with a look of consternation. His eyes passed over her fitted gray dress. The dress was sleeveless, but with conservative accessories it was appropriate office attire. Especially since it was eighty-five degrees in the shade.

  “I’m looking forward to working for High Rollers,” she said, hoping she wasn’t over-stepping by reminding him that his partner had already offered her the job.