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Thought you might enjoy the full screening.”
    “You thought wrong,” I said, turning away. “You need to understand what we have going on here. I’m your assistant. Flashing your...your stomach at me is harassment.” I flapped my hand as if trying to shoo him away. My cheeks felt like another fire had ignited. Being in the presence of Stone was like flying too close to the sun.
    Stone dropped his t-shirt and shrugged. “You’re the first to complain. Usually, women think keeping it hidden is the crime. Perhaps you’re not suited to working with me. You do know that you’re free to leave whenever you want.”
    I left him on the path and started walking. At no stage had I imagined this job would be easy, and I wasn’t giving up. Sarah would have a fit if she knew how our first few hours had gone, which simply meant there was room for improvement. Surely, the only way from here was up. Stone thought he could push me around, but I refused to stoop to the level of a fawning fangirl. This was business, and my future depended on it. Once he was sober, we would have to have the talk.
    “Hey. Wait up. If you’re not going to drink that whiskey, can I have the bottle back?”
    I spun around and faced him, faced the handsome double-dimpled grin that he used like a freaking lawnmower, smoothing his path through life. That was the moment I decided to be the rock that chipped his sharp spinning blade. I tipped the whiskey into the grass and handed him the empty bottle. “It’s all yours.”
    His grin just broadened as he took it. “Oh, Poppins, you’re trouble, and I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I love trouble.”
    Wow. Victory defeated. “And you can stop calling me Poppins.” The moment the words left my mouth, I knew I’d made a mistake. My contempt for his stupid nickname only served to give him more ammunition to get under my skin.
    “You prefer Nanny?”
    “My name is Katrina, Mr. Logan, and I am your personal assistant.”
    “And my name’s Stone, Kit-Kat.”
    Kit-Kat. Even worse .
    “Katrina,” I muttered, walking off.
    He tugged on my braid, startling me. “Kit-Kat Poppins,” he whispered in my ear.
    I didn’t realize he’d caught me up, and what was worse, he’d gotten so close that his breath ruffled my hair when he spoke. My ear tingled, and a brief shiver ran a circuit around the nerves at the top of my spine.
    “I noticed that,” he said, his finger tapping right at that point at the base of my neck.
    I could almost hear the smirk in his voice.
    I’d learned years ago how to pick my battles, and this was one I wasn’t going to win. Stone would call me whatever he wished, and every reaction I gave him would egg him on. I guessed that like a child, he’d tire of the game once it no longer worked for him. Within days, I was certain, he’d be calling me Katrina.
    We finished the walk in silence, and as we stepped onto the patio, I had this unnerving feeling about being alone with him in his house. A vision of Stone shirtless, pushing me against a wall, and devouring my mouth while saying all those filthy things he wrote in the books made my breathing unsteady. I’d never been kissed in the way he described in his stories, and I could only pray that the vision I’d had was fleeting and wouldn’t descend to something more erotic.
    I cleared my throat. “I have a list of things to go through with you, if you feel up to it.” I didn’t know if his drinking would turn him belligerent or make him drop his guard.
    “To the tower then, Poppins. We’ll have a meeting.”
    I followed him to the stairs, but he stood back to allow me to go first. Great. The fact that my ass looked big in everything would be especially noticeable when framed by his narrow staircase. I took the stairs so quickly that I reached the top feeling as though I’d just finished a session with a sadistic drill sergeant.
    Did he just mutter ‘great view’?

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    Katrina
    S tone passed me as we entered the tower