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But she wasn’t about to be ignored. She sat on the coffee table in front of the couch, her bare legs bumping mine either by accident or by design. Then she leaned backward on her hands, the movement enough to make her robe gape. One glance was all it took for me to glimpse the side of her pale full breast, pressed tight to the fabric. Goddamn her.
“I want my job back.”
My fingers tightened around my pencil. I’d resumed studying the figures on the legal pad in my lap rather than ogle her taut nipples outlined by her satin kimono, but that statement brought my attention right back to her. Only to realize she was pulling a Basic Instinct Sharon Stone move and wasn’t wearing any fucking panties. She was sitting in front of me, legs spread but not lewdly so, hair swinging, asking for her job back while she was the next thing to naked. Knowing how it would seem and not caring.
She was using her weapons to play me now, and I’d be damned if I fell right in line.
“I fired you.”
“So you did. It wasn’t for cause. You know I’m the best damn assistant you’ll ever have. No one else can work with your cantankerous ass.” She leaned forward and the kimono didn’t entirely move with her. The material was still far too open, and I had to curl my hands into fists beside my hips to stop myself from ripping it apart to get to the multiple treasures beneath.
Those firm, perfect breasts. That sweet, succulent pussy I could still taste when I swallowed. I wanted nothing more than to sink into the haven between her creamy thighs, even as her knowing eyes sparkled with their witchy secrets.
Witches didn’t scare me. But Grace Copeland’s power over me fucking terrified me.
“I’m not hiring.”
“Oh really? You’re not hiring or you’re not hiring m
e?”
I leaned forward until we were nose to nose. “Where’s your résumé? Written in soap crayon beneath your tits?”
She set her jaw for just long enough that I thought maybe she’d go away and leave me be.
Then she tugged on her belt and the robe fell open, revealing everything I could sketch in vivid detail from memory.
Nice try, Carson.
“Nope, guess again,” she said cheerfully.
I had a voice left. I knew I did, somewhere. I also knew I couldn’t turn away from all her lusciousness spread out in front of me, or else she would win. What, I wasn’t even sure, other than there was a hell of a lot more going on here than her wanting to be my assistant.
“Okay, Ms. Copeland, I’ll bite.” I smiled thinly and aimed the remote at the TV to shut it off. “What’s your angle?”
She fussed with her robe, tugging it together without belting it closed. Why should she bother? Then it would just be more difficult the next time she wanted to flash me and render me mute.
“Angle? Why, I don’t know what you mean. I’m just a dedicated employee, campaigning for her job. I’m willing to do whatever you require.” Slowly, she licked her lips. “You know I don’t have any problem with overtime.”
“Do the words ethical boundaries mean anything to you?”
“Hmm. Thinking.” She tapped a fingertip against her glossy mouth. “Pretty sure you were the one who fucked me brainless in the vestibule of your company when I hadn’t so much as given you a sidelong look. So if one of us has a problem with those, it ain’t me, sugar. Though I guess that’s a family trait, right? Isn’t that what you said?”
The stitch in my side wasn’t the burn from her twisting the knife. It wasn’t, but it sure felt that way. I’d hurt her this morning. Unsurprising, since I’d meant to.
Bastard is as bastard does.
“Yes.” I didn’t flinch. “My father screwed the help and tossed them aside without compunction. Guess I’m the same. Only difference is I don’t go around indiscriminately making babies.” I patted her leg and stood as the bell rang. “Be glad your birth control situation is in fine working order.”
She didn’t speak again until I was halfway to the front door. “If you don’t give me my job back, I’ll go to Jack.”
Fury wound through me in a flash, incinerating everything in its path. That she would toss my best friend’s name in my face rankled more than anything else, especially when I still carried his cuff link in my pocket. I didn’t want to forget, not even for a second. He was presumed to be innocent before being proven guilty, but his guilt was definitely up for debate.
I pivoted to face her and waited to speak until I was certain my voice would reflect nothing but pure ice. “Jack doesn’t make the hiring decisions in my company. I do.”
“He does for his own assistants.”
Had I thought I was furious before? No, not even close. The idea that Jack had been talking to Grace behind my back, obviously trying to woo her—in a professional manner if not any other—made me shove a hand through my hair. Fuck tells. Relatively speaking, I was keeping it together since I wanted to plow my fist through the nearest wall.
