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brother?”
    I gasped. The famed blunt-speak
Warren was famous for came out in force. “I…” but I couldn’t finish my
sentence. I went to stand, to run out, but Warren’s low growl said, “Sit down.”
    The deep, animalistic pitch of
his voice sent the first clue that I was in more trouble than I thought. This
was going to be far worse than being fired, or quitting. I pulled my face to
look at him with every ounce of will I owned. All my dignity, any I had left,
was thrown out the window. I wrapped my arms around my waist and bent over.
This wasn’t happening.
    Warren narrowed his eyes.
“Where’s the shrewd negotiator. I want to talk to her.”
    I had to pee or throw
up—right now. “ Ahhh …”
    His intense expression kept me
focused. He wasn’t yelling. In fact he seemed disappointed in me. That made
everything worse. I was supposed to be his right hand and I proved I couldn’t
even keep my personal life out of the office.
    “When I ask a question, I
expect an answer,” he said. “How long?”
    I blinked myself back into the
here and now. “Last night…last night was the first time.”
    He leaned back in his chair and
yet the intense hold he possessed over me grew stronger. He didn’t say a word.
He set his hand on his desk and started tapping his fingers in expectation.
    Pull yourself together Fab.
He’s waiting for you to connect the dots. But as to what they were I could not
tell. “Why are you showing me this?”
    “I don’t care what you do in
your own personal life, Fabiola .”
    My heart clenched when Warren said
my name. He continued, “I could ask you once more to join the finance
department, but I won’t.” He held up a hand. Not like I’d protest now. “I’ll
concede to your wish and you’ll stay with me.” He pulled up his keyboard and
started typing. I blinked. Was that a dismissal?
    I was missing something. I saw
a video of me getting my brains fucked out and now the man who showed me the
porn video, staring yours truly, was telling me I was staying as his assistant?
“I don’t understand.”
    He gave me a side-glance that
made me sorry for saying anything. “I thought you went to Notre dame.”
    “What does that mean?”
    He kept typing. “It means
you’re not as smart as your degree.”
    Hey. I’m a crazy redhead not a
dumb bimbo. “Some things are better spelled out.”
    Warren stopped typing and
turned to me. “I have a video that I can release at any time.”
    Oh god. This was worse than I thought. I sucked in
air. Of course he had a sex tape he could release on the internet ,
why wouldn’t he upload it? Because it would look bad for the company? Maybe. You couldn’t really see Ellis. There was no brand of the company on the
video. Or maybe because he wanted something from me. “You’re blackmailing me?”
    He said nothing but the
gorgeous smile that spread from ear to ear was enough confirmation. “In an hour
and forty-five minutes exactly, come back in my office. Lock the door.” Be prepared for anything twinkled in the
back of his eyes. This really wasn’t going to go well for me.
    I held up a hand. “Wait, you
want me to…”
    “I have a conference call in
two minutes.” He flicked his wrist and looked at his watch. “One minute and
forty two seconds. Come back at exactly ten forty-five.” He turned back to his
computer and put a blue tooth piece in his ear.
    “You’re blackmailing me for
sex?” I had to have that out in the open.
    Returning to his typing he
said, “ Fabiola , you’re a valuable employee. When I
ask, I expect you to do.” His eyes flicked over at me and tapped his watch. I am as smart as my degree thank you much.
Numb, I lifted myself up and wobbled out of his office. An
hour and forty-five minutes. What just happened?
    I left his office consumed in
my own world. Grateful no one saw me I slumped in my chair, holding myself.
Okay Fab, this isn’t the worst thing that could happen. No, it was. Getting fired?
I’d be looking