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Author: Eleanor Woods
prevented your doing so. From where I stand it looks as though the present 'circumstance' is nothing more than a temper tantrum," Steven said harshly.
"Oh? Is that what it's called these days when a two-timing jerk is caught red-handed? A temper tantrum?" Toni lashed out, her tiny frame literally shaking with rage.
Steven's face turned beet red at the accusation. "We'll discuss this later, when you've gotten that dam-nable temper under control and have realized that whatever embarrassment you might have suffered is a small price to pay for being Mrs. Steven Crowell." He started to turn away, then paused. "And while you're reconsidering your future, you'd better get with your friend Mark. Karen is ill today and you'll have to do the noon weather spot."
"Weather?" Toni shouted as her fingers closed around a vase of cut flowers Steven had given her a couple of days ago after having broken another date.
" I'll be happy to give you the most current meteorlogical update available. Let's start with rain, shall we?" she cried. then picked up the vase and flung the entire
contents in his face.
Completely out of control now she threw the vase into a corner of the room, where it shattered into a millions pieces. "Did you hear the thunder?" she yell. "I'll be happy to repeat the forecast at noon if you insist."
"Why. you little bitch," Steven snarled. He reached out for Toni, only to be stopped by a commanding voice from the doorway.
" I don't think I'd do that if I were you," Christian Burr said in a menacing tone that brought Steven to an abrupt standstill and had the hair on Toni's neck
Both combatants turned and stared at the huge man whose width and height seemed to fill every available inch of space in the doorway.
Toni saw a pair of blue eyes glittering like steel points as they pinned Steven.
His stance was loose, and long arm was braced against the doorjamb.
He reminded her of some large animal of prey, waiting, biding his time before the attack. She also had a gut feeling that if Steven so much as blinked, Christian Barr would put that incredible force emanating from him into very definite action.
"This is none of your business, Barr," Steven said tightly. His fists were clenched at his sides and his face was livid.
"I agree. But regardless, I don't go in for hitting women. I don't mind a fight, but I've always thought it more challenging if my opponent were less fragile than yours appears to be."
Steven stared angrily at the determined intruder for several seconds, then swung his chilling gaze to Toni. "I'll accept your resignation, Miss Grant," he snapped. "Clean out your desk and be off the premises in exactly one hour." With one last flinty glare at Christian Barr, Steven turned and barreled his way into his office and slammed the door behind him.
Toni briefly closed her eyes and ran a slim hand up to clasp the nape of her neck. She felt as though she'd just gotten off a roller coaster, flying out of control up and down the longest track in the world.
When a large, warm hand clasped her shoulder, she jumped and opened her eyes to find Christian Ban standing directly in front of her.
"Are you all right?" he asked with concern.
"Y-yes." She nodded, staring intently at the striking features of her rescuer. As she concentrated on this close study it flashed through her mind that his face seemed to reflect the sort of exciting cloak-and-daggei life he lived.
There were a couple of tiny niches along the edge o! his square chin, a small scar at his hairline, and an-
other over one dark brow. His nose, which she was
certain had to have been straight at one time, now had a decided bump midway. She could well imagine the sort of "activity" that had produced such a slight disfigurement.
It was his mouth, though, that fascinated her most, with its thin upper lip and the fuller, more sensuous bottom one. Her gaze lingered thoughtfully until some slight movement from Christian broke the spell.
"I
"Oh? Is that what it's called these days when a two-timing jerk is caught red-handed? A temper tantrum?" Toni lashed out, her tiny frame literally shaking with rage.
Steven's face turned beet red at the accusation. "We'll discuss this later, when you've gotten that dam-nable temper under control and have realized that whatever embarrassment you might have suffered is a small price to pay for being Mrs. Steven Crowell." He started to turn away, then paused. "And while you're reconsidering your future, you'd better get with your friend Mark. Karen is ill today and you'll have to do the noon weather spot."
"Weather?" Toni shouted as her fingers closed around a vase of cut flowers Steven had given her a couple of days ago after having broken another date.
" I'll be happy to give you the most current meteorlogical update available. Let's start with rain, shall we?" she cried. then picked up the vase and flung the entire
contents in his face.
Completely out of control now she threw the vase into a corner of the room, where it shattered into a millions pieces. "Did you hear the thunder?" she yell. "I'll be happy to repeat the forecast at noon if you insist."
"Why. you little bitch," Steven snarled. He reached out for Toni, only to be stopped by a commanding voice from the doorway.
" I don't think I'd do that if I were you," Christian Burr said in a menacing tone that brought Steven to an abrupt standstill and had the hair on Toni's neck
Both combatants turned and stared at the huge man whose width and height seemed to fill every available inch of space in the doorway.
Toni saw a pair of blue eyes glittering like steel points as they pinned Steven.
His stance was loose, and long arm was braced against the doorjamb.
He reminded her of some large animal of prey, waiting, biding his time before the attack. She also had a gut feeling that if Steven so much as blinked, Christian Barr would put that incredible force emanating from him into very definite action.
"This is none of your business, Barr," Steven said tightly. His fists were clenched at his sides and his face was livid.
"I agree. But regardless, I don't go in for hitting women. I don't mind a fight, but I've always thought it more challenging if my opponent were less fragile than yours appears to be."
Steven stared angrily at the determined intruder for several seconds, then swung his chilling gaze to Toni. "I'll accept your resignation, Miss Grant," he snapped. "Clean out your desk and be off the premises in exactly one hour." With one last flinty glare at Christian Barr, Steven turned and barreled his way into his office and slammed the door behind him.
Toni briefly closed her eyes and ran a slim hand up to clasp the nape of her neck. She felt as though she'd just gotten off a roller coaster, flying out of control up and down the longest track in the world.
When a large, warm hand clasped her shoulder, she jumped and opened her eyes to find Christian Ban standing directly in front of her.
"Are you all right?" he asked with concern.
"Y-yes." She nodded, staring intently at the striking features of her rescuer. As she concentrated on this close study it flashed through her mind that his face seemed to reflect the sort of exciting cloak-and-daggei life he lived.
There were a couple of tiny niches along the edge o! his square chin, a small scar at his hairline, and an-
other over one dark brow. His nose, which she was
certain had to have been straight at one time, now had a decided bump midway. She could well imagine the sort of "activity" that had produced such a slight disfigurement.
It was his mouth, though, that fascinated her most, with its thin upper lip and the fuller, more sensuous bottom one. Her gaze lingered thoughtfully until some slight movement from Christian broke the spell.
"I