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office. We stood in silence as we waited for the elevator and I mentally plotted my escape route. With a hand on my lower back, he guided me into the car when the doors finally opened. I stiffened in surprise and his arm dropped away. I tried not to fidget as the elevator descended, but, with each floor we passed, the space seemed to grow smaller. I waited for him to say something, but he remained quiet, staring straight ahead until the doors slid open.
    As we stepped out, he took my arm, holding it tight against his side. Damn. The man knew me too well. It appeared that I needed to put my foot down.
    I tried to pull my arm away. “Look, Chris, I really appreciate the offer, but I really just want to go home.”
    “I insist.” He practically frog marched me through the lobby and out the front door. His Mercedes SUV sat at the curb, mocking me. “Let’s take my car.”
    I struggled a little harder and he satisfied my earlier fleeting curiosity about his strength. Chris stuck his free hand in his pocket, unlocked the doors, almost dragged me to the car, and had my ass in the passenger seat before I could argue further. Hell, he practically lifted me into the vehicle.
    My mouth worked silently as he shut the passenger door and jogged around the hood to the driver’s side. Within seconds, he was in the car, his seatbelt buckled. I grabbed the handle, but the bastard had already locked the door and I couldn’t get it open before he pulled away from the curb.
    Chris glanced at me. “Don’t forget your seatbelt,” he murmured.
    I glared at him as I strapped in. “This constitutes kidnapping, you know. I told you I wanted to go home.”
    He smiled in the dim interior of the SUV. “It’s not kidnapping. I’m merely taking you to dinner to show you how much I appreciate your hard work.”
    “No, you’re taking me to dinner to be a pain in my ass,” I muttered under my breath.
    He chuckled and kept driving. I crossed my arms over my chest, staring out the window.
    “So, where are we going?”
    “A great little Indian restaurant not far from here.”
    I blinked at him. “Indian is my favorite.” I loved the flavors, textures, and the heat of some of the dishes.
    “I know.”
    It shocked me that he noticed that. I hadn’t been lying earlier when I told my friends that he treated me like office furniture. He did. He rarely made small talk unless I initiated it and he had been strictly business for so long that he was shocking the hell out of me every time he spoke the past couple of days. We drove in silence for another five minutes before pulling into a dark parking lot behind a small brick building.
    There was only one light working in the entire lot, which cast most of the interior in shadow. I could see the vague shape of Chris’ face in the darkness.
    “We’re here,” he said softly. His voice was low and I swore I could feel it against my skin like velvet.
    Holy shit! First I was thinking his stubbornness was hot, then I caught myself daydreaming about his hard physique and wondering if he could toss me around as easily as a heavy filing box, and now I was thinking about how sexy his voice sounded. This had to stop.
    “Great!” I said brightly, throwing open my door. “Ulk!”
    Shit. I forgot to take off my seatbelt.

Chapter Four

    C hris was still chuckling while my face burned with embarrassment as we walked into the restaurant. Somehow this entire situation was rapidly spiraling out of my control and I hated it.
    When it came to my boss, I may not have been in the driver seat, but he didn’t affect me like…. this . I was cool, calm, and detached in all my dealings with Christopher Barden. I had to be. A man like him would chew up and spit out a lesser woman. Not only was he pretty to look at, he was also a shark in a suit, ruthless and merciless. If you showed weakness, he pounced.
    Those qualities are what made him so successful at his job. He could spot the weaknesses in any company and either