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climbing into bed.
    Thinking about Ursula sent a stirring deep inside him. Right now she was
probably lying with her boyfriend. His hands fisted in the blanket as he
thought of that asshole touching her. Would she moan her pleasure like she did
for him?
    Stephen went to sleep, his anger sizzling beneath the surface at the
image of Ursula with another man. No woman had ever made him angry. What was it
about her that made him react in such a way?

Chapter Four
     
    Two weeks passed without any problems. Winter was taking hold, and
Ursula hated walking home in the cold. She didn’t want to ask for a ride.
Stephen was always busy. Their conversation had been reserved to talking about
world events, meaning the financial crisis and how she was getting on at
school.
    The teasing had stopped to be replaced by seriousness. He never asked
about Paul, and for that she was grateful. Paul hadn’t touched her since the
wrist incident. She knew something would happen soon. Every time he came to bed
and tried it on, she rebuffed him complaining of a headache.
    After college, she walked to Stephen’s house to find several cars in the
driveway. She opened the door, putting her coat and bag away in the places he’d
told her. Placing her key in the pot next to his, she walked down the hall. The
sound of voices coming from his office made her stop. She stood in the doorway.
Five men and Stephen were seated, talking. He looked up and smiled. She
couldn’t help it. She smiled back at him.
    “If I knew you didn’t have anything to do but chat I’d have demanded a
lift as well,” she said.
    “I already pay you well.”
    “You get your money’s worth out of me, and we both know it. Am I cooking
for more than two?” she asked, turning her attention to the other men.
    “Who are you?” the one with dark hair and a curious frown asked her.
    “The cleaner and cook.” She felt all of their eyes on her. “Do you guys
want a drink?” Ursula turned her gaze back to Stephen. “You’re being incredibly
rude, or does your staff not get an introduction?” She
folded her arms under her breasts.
    “Ursula Mills, I’d like you to meet Cadeon ,
Sean, Tate, Kevin, and Lucas. Guys, I’d like you to meet my soon-to-be-fired
cleaner-slash-cook, Ursula.”
    She shook their hands before giving him a scowl. “You can’t fire me.”
    “Why not?” he asked.
    “You like me too much. You’d be lost without me, and you know it.” She
turned away moving to the kitchen. The men said something, and Stephen’s
unmistakable scolding voice sounding. She rubbed her arms suddenly feeling the
chill.
    She made a drink keeping her head bowed, trying to keep the tears locked
inside her. Stephen’s arms came round on either side of the counter locking her
in place. “Why are you crying?” he asked. Touching her cheeks she felt the
wetness of her tears.
    “I don’t know.” He took hold of her arm, turning her to face him. His
knuckles grazed her cheek, wiping away her tears.
    “I don’t like seeing these,” he said.
    “Why didn’t you want to introduce me to your friends?” she asked. It was
stupid. She was his employee. Their relationship meant nothing out of the
bounds of him being her boss.
    He cupped her cheek, tilting her head back to stare into her eyes. She
felt the pull of his gaze, the tightness in her body alerting her to his
closeness. He wasn’t close enough. The obsession she was beginning to feel
about him was scaring her. There was no way Stephen could ever be hers.
    “They’re part of a whole other world. When we’re here, you’re no one
else’s.” The words confused her.
    “Whose am I?” she asked.
    “Mine.”
    Someone let out a cough making them break apart. She quickly made the
drink, taking it into the other room. The men stared at her as she placed the
drinks down in front of them. “There is sugar if you want it.”
    “What if we want coffee?” one of them asked.
    “You didn’t ask, and you get what you’re