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“I was having fun.”
“Oh. Right. That car ride home was a great time. You drunkenly mumbling about all your failed relationships and”—his dark eyes seemed to almost glow—"your lack of recent sexual activity.”
“I apologized for that.” Her face still warmed. The fact that she hadn’t had sex in months was embarrassing enough but telling him had been the worst thing she’d ever done when drunk and that was saying something. “I never would’ve opened up to you if I’d realized you were using me.”
“Using is an interesting term.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Come to my office and we can talk.” He moved aside to allow her to proceed him.
She took one step and stopped. She hated that her body obeyed this man without hesitation. “I can’t. I have a date.”
“Cancel it.”
“No.”
“Alison.” He shook his head. “Don’t push me on this. You won’t be happy with the outcome.”
“Don’t push me, Gus.” She didn’t do well with ultimatums.
“Do not call me that.” His jaw tightened.
She tried to stop herself, but her lips lifted in a smirk.
“I will fire you.”
“Then do it because I’m going on this date.” She pushed past him. He wouldn’t really fire her. He needed her to meet his deadlines. Sure, he could find other application developers, but it’d take time for them to come up to speed and that’d put him way behind schedule. No, she was making her stand against his tyranny tonight. Life was too short. If he did fire her, she’d find another job. She’d done it before; she’d do it again.
CHAPTER 6: Harker
Harker followed Alison down the hallway, stopping at the entrance to the private section of his house. Her steps faltered as if nervous about continuing toward the door to the employee garage. She didn’t need to worry because he wasn’t going to let her get far.
“What time is your date?”
“Why?” She turned toward him.
“Because I’d recommend that you listen to my offer before leaving. I assure you that it’ll be much more lucrative than any date.”
“Offer? What are you talking about?”
It was time to gamble but he never risked anything without information. He opened the door and strode down the hallway and into the living room of his private quarters. He walked to the liquor cabinet and poured them each a drink. He hadn’t even finished her gin and tonic before he heard her soft footsteps gliding across the carpet.
“I hate it when you don’t answer me,” she said.
“I know.” He picked up the drinks and motioned to the sofa.
“I don’t have much time, so you’d better hurry.” She put her laptop bag on the couch next to her.
“You have plenty of time.” He handed her the glass and tried not to look smug when she took it. “You just don’t realize it yet.” He sat on the chair across from her.
“This time you’re wrong. I’m not working tonight. I haven’t been on a date since—”
“Yes, I’m quite aware of how long it’s been since you’ve dated.” It made him harder than a stone, thinking of how long it’d been for her. Would she come at his slightest touch or would he have to reteach her the path to orgasm?
“How do you—”
“New Year’s Eve, remember?”
