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casualness, she sat the clipboard on top of the box she had been checking and turned, unsurprised to find Frank Harrison behind her, just a few feet away. Damn, but the man could move quietly when he felt like it.
    He was average height, which made him about an inch shorter than Jayne, more if she wore heels. Which of course she did, just to annoy him. Average build, mid-brown hair, brown eyes, not handsome, not ugly. He was dressed in a mid-range gray suit with a white shirt and a dark blue striped tie. Everything about the man’s appearance was just average. The only thing that set Frank apart was his personality. His total belief was that he was God and everyone else—especially women—were put on this earth for his amusement.
    “Mr. Harrison, is there a problem?”
    He walked toward her, a slight smile on his face. “Now, Jayne, I thought we had progressed beyond last names. Haven’t I told you to call me Frank when we’re alone?”
    Yeah , right .Jayne watched him warily, resisting the impulse to take a step back when he invaded her personal space. He’d love that, a sign that he threatened her. “I’d rather not, Mr. Harrison.”
    His smile broadened. “Well, maybe I can change your mind.” The thick, cloying smell of his aftershave drifted around them, making it all the more difficult to stand her ground. She frowned as his muddy brown eyes drifted down the length of her body then returned to fix on her breasts. Okay , that does it .
    “Mr. Harrison, you are making me uncomfortable. I meant what I said before about taking action against this kind of behavior .”
    He shook his head and laid his hands on the curve of her waist. “I think we both know you’re not going to do that, Jayne. If you were, you’d have done it already.”
    “You know, you’re right.” And the knowledge grated, what kind of coward had she turned into? She straightened to her full height. “But I have decided that I don’t need this job enough to put up with you. I quit.” His eyes widened at the steel in her tone and made her smile, it was a tone he had never heard from her before. “I haven’t decided yet whether to press charges against you but…you know that little place in my letter of resignation where you put reason for leaving…? Now, take your bloody hands off me.” Anxiety flickered briefly over his face before he could hide it. Jayne took a step forward, smile broadening when he stepped back.
    He shoved his hands in his pockets and regarded her warily. “You owe us two weeks’ notice.”
    Jayne’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “True, and you owe me four weeks’ holiday pay…but hey, you know I’m not afraid to work. I’ll finish the two weeks before you pay me the four weeks you owe me. It’ll give me a chance to chat with the rest of the girls. Explain the situation to them…”
    Jayne watched as her implied threat registered. He might be able to sweep one lawsuit for sexual harassment under the rug but not half a dozen.
    “I see. Well, perhaps, under the circumstances, it would be agreeable if we were to count your holiday time as your notice. It would mean of course that you would need to leave now.”
    She resisted the urge to roll her eyes as he danced around the issue. “That works for me. Of course, if one of the girls was unhappy in the future, the situation might change.”
    He glared at her and gave a sharp nod before turning and heading for the door. “I’ll expect your keys on my desk within the hour, Miss Davis.”
    Jayne flipped the bird at his retreating back and when the door clicked shut behind him she threw victorious fists in the air. “Yes! I am back!”
    The sound of a lone pair of hands clapping made her whirl toward the shadows at the back of the room. Cameron. His expression held the remnants of anger and a grudging respect as he walked slowly toward her. He dropped his hands to his sides and nodded toward the door. “Nicely done.”
    She shrugged uncomfortably. “It was