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"Oh, it’s you?" She scowls.
Without replying, I yank the jacket from around her shoulders and fling it aside. Then I shrug off my own jacket and plant it over her shoulders. For good measure, I button it over her chest. My fingers brush the skin above her cleavage, and she shudders. Good. She isn’t as impervious as she’d like me to believe. Of course, Iknowthat, but the additional confirmation soothes something inside of me.
"We’re leaving," I snap.
"Okay, bye." She turns to Philippe. "You were saying, Phil."
"Phil?" I growl. "You called him Phil?"
"That’s his name; isn’t it, Philly?" She smiles at him sweetly.
Philippe smirks. "As I was telling Pen here—"
"Don’t fucking call her that."
"And you are—?" He tilts his head.
"Her boss," I growl.
"Well, I’m the man who’s going to take her out on a date, so—"
The anger in my gut roars forward. I grab his collar and haul him to his feet. "Get the fuck away from her."
Philippe raises an eyebrow. "You establishing a claim?"
I growl.
"Are you?"
He looks between my eyes. I tighten my fingers on his collar and…Fuck, fuck, fuck, am I really going to do this? Am I going to say aloud what’s been bouncing around in my mind, in my heart, in the corners of my gut, in my every pore? I want her. I need her. I cannot do without her… for one more night.And this time I’m going to take what she offered. Fuck propriety.
"Yes," I snap.
Philippe seems taken aback.
Penny gasps.
Then, the wanker slowly smiles. "So, you’re saying—"
I shove him to the side. "Get away from her and keep away. If I find you sniffing around again, I’ll shoot you."
Philippe straightens his collar, then winks at Penny.Motherfucking twatface.I throw up my fists and take a step forward, and he holds up his hands. "I’m leaving, just going to"—he bends and picks up his jacket and dusts it off—"get what’s mine."
"You stay away from what’s mine, you hear me?" I snap.
Philippe touches two fingers to his forehead in mock salute, then walks off whistling. I scowl after him, then turn on my woman—not my woman, my assistant. Yep, that’s what she is. I paid her bills. I own her. She’smine.Until I decree otherwise.
"Get up." I jerk my chin.
She sets her jaw and folds her arms across her chest, or tries to, since my jacket is buttoned over her arms.
"This is bullshit." She tries to undo the buttons, and I make a growling noise at the back of my throat.
"What?" She frowns.
"You’re forgetting your position."
"You mean as your employee?" She jumps up to her feet. "Well, I have news for you. I quit." She turns to leave, and I step in her path.
