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and popping it open.
    Her stomach lurched as he
removed a stack of papers. She had hoped this wasn’t going to come up. She’d
seen him, although briefly, after the meeting, when he’d come out of the
conference room to interrupt her conversation with Matt. Why hadn’t he
mentioned it then?
    “I sent the
memo like you asked.” She swallowed, remembering the box that had popped up on
her computer. “ Message Sent to All Employees. ”
    “Kelsey, I
got them from everyone . I had fifty people waving papers at me when I
asked for the numbers, and Helena Lockheed looked at me like I had three
heads.”
    “I’m sorry,
Oliver,” she apologized, remembering the long line at the copier after she’d
sent out her memo. “I think I sent the memo out to everyone by accident. It was
the new interoffice message system. I hit the wrong keys.”
    “You have to
be more careful.” He sighed. “What if that had been sensitive information?”
    “I’m sorry,”
she said again, biting her lip. “On the bright side, at least you know that
everyone reads your memos and does what you tell them to do.”
    “Good
point.” He gave her a lop-sided smile. She had never noticed how his face
changed when he smiled. It wasn’t something she saw very often, but she liked
it. It made him look younger, even boyish.
    “Thank you.”
She couldn’t help smiling back at him.
    “Well we
kept the account anyway,” he conceded with a sigh. “Helena Lockheed’s off my
back for another two years.” He pulled a file folder from his briefcase,
putting the other papers back. “Can you run this over to personnel for me?”
    “Of course.”
Relieved that her mistake hadn’t done too much damage, Kelsey stood, taking the
file folder from him and starting toward the elevator.
    Oliver’s
voice stopped her before she could push the button. “Kelsey.”
    “Sir?” She
turned to face him and saw his gaze focused on her legs. He had that look
again, the same one she’d seen when she was wearing her striped stockings. She
was wearing a black jacket and skirt today, a white blouse, standard office
fare—but her stockings were fishnets, the kind with the seam up the back.
    Oliver’s
gaze swept upward and he met her eyes. “Was I unclear yesterday?”
    “No sir.” The
heat that filled her body when he looked at her was almost unbearable. She felt
faint.
    Oliver
opened his door. “Come into my office.”
    “Yes sir.” She
followed him, shutting the door behind her.
    “Lock it.” He
stood beside his chair, taking off his suit coat. His words made her mouth go
dry, but she did what he asked, pushing the button and hearing it click.
    She stood
with her back to the door, hands shaking, not so sure about her decision to
defy the company dress code again now that she was faced with her boss as he
loosened and removed his tie, his gaze still on her.
    “Do you know
why I like selling insurance, Kelsey?”
    She shook
her head, confused by this sudden change of direction.
    “I sell
illusions. It’s a magic trick.” He unbuttoned his top two buttons, enough that
she could see the dark edge of his chest hair. “Do you like magic tricks?”
    She nodded.
“I guess.”
    “Of course
you do. Everyone likes magic tricks.” He unbuttoned his cuffs, leaving the
links on the desk, rolling up his sleeves. “Come here, Kelsey.”
    “Do I have
to take my stockings off again?” She approached cautiously.
    “We’ll get
to that.” He sat down in his chair, slipping off his shoes, and she stared at
his black socks, disarmed by the sight of him in stockinged feet.
    “Stand
here.” He pulled her between his thighs, snugged up until she was wedged there,
looking down at him. “In this office, I’m the boss. I have all the power.”
    She nodded,
seeing the way his gaze followed the edge of her unbuttoned jacket, down the
buttons of her blouse.
    “But
remember, it’s all an illusion.” He lifted her skirt and made her hold it at
her waist, giving him a