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Chapter Four
     
    Marcus looked up from his desk, his dark-gray eyes penetrating right through her, making her hot and needy.
    “Want to explain this?” he asked, his face impassive as he waited for her to answer.
    Carrie nervously licked her lips, and she thought she saw his eyes widen a bit. No, must have been wishful thinking on her part. Her body was still reeling from the mere memory of how he felt pressed against her.
    “I’ve been offered a better position elsewhere. It pays quite a bit more, and I happen to like the company very much. It’s a good move for me.” She was relieved to hear the false steadiness in her voice.
    “I’ll match any offer you’ve received.” He casually leaned back in his chair.
    Carrie felt her face burn as thoughts about being tied to that same chair floated through her mind. God, I’m going crazy , she thought as her panties dampened.
    She shook her head. She wouldn’t give in, even though every cell in her body screamed to. “No. I’m sure it’s no longer wise for me to work here.”
    “Why not? Is someone giving you a problem?” His voice had dropped a few octaves, his eyes boring into her.
    No one, she mused, unless you count yourself.
    “I think we both know why I’m no longer comfortable being here.” Carrie wouldn’t play games. She stood before him, calm on the surface while she tried not to remember the feel of his breath on her face, in her ear. Her “battery operated boyfriend’s” motor burning out last night had been the last straw. She couldn’t, wouldn’t, continue to put herself through this.
    Marcus rose from his seat and walked around the desk and up behind her. He placed strong hands on her shoulders, rubbing gently. Her nipples tightened painfully within her silk bra.
    “Carrie, you have no reason to be embarrassed. I still don’t think you have any business going to that club. I don’t want you to go but I don’t hold it against you.” His deep, smoky voice tickled her ear.
    She bristled and eased away from him. Her thighs were moist from his firm touch and she was pissed at herself for having no control. She was even more pissed off at him for being an arrogant, oblivious man.
    “Please, let’s just leave this alone.” She faced him. “I gave you my two weeks’ notice so that I can train another assistant, and then I’m on my way. There is no changing my mind.”
    Marcus moved around to the front of his desk and leaned back, crossing his ankles and folding his arms over his chest. “It isn’t as easy as you training a replacement. You’re under contract to me for another year and three months.”
    She gasped. “You’re going to hold me to that?” She could literally feel her freedom, her escape, slipping away. Tears sprang to the corners of her eyes but she swallowed hard, refusing to cry. That damn contract. She’d forgotten all about signing the thing last year.
    His face took on a smug look. “Yes, I think that I am.”
    She wanted to stomp her foot in anger. Arrogant bastard! After all she’d done for him, working her ass off to help build his business, standing by him when no one else did. Her loyalty to him was unwavering and she had proven it over and over on a daily basis. And this was how he rewarded her?
    “You cannot possibly be this selfish, Marcus. I deserve better than this from you.” Her voice quivered as her chest began to pound.
    He lowered his arms. His handsome face softened a little as he left the desk and stood before her.
    “I can be this selfish, Carrie. Have you forgotten what a sick, selfish pervert I really am?”
    She shook with indignation. “Oh, for crying out loud. That was over years ago, and you know darn good and well that I never thought you were sick or selfish or a pervert.” Her face heated like it always did when she came to his defense.
    Her reward was his hand cupping the side of her face, the pad of his thumb gliding across her bottom lip. “There’s my girl, always