attend."
Reaching across my stomach, he grabbed my opposite hip and turned my body until we stood face to face. "If you're lying to me, you better take this and run."
My grip tightened on the money. He still didn't trust me. Likely, he never would. That made us even. I knew I would be an idiot to trust Collin Stark. Even now, he could be playing me.
Collin closed the space between us and kept on pressing forward until he had my back flat against the door. His hand captured the side of my face, his thumb sliding along until it reached the center of my chin. His thumb pressed down to force my lips apart.
For one foolish second, I thought he intended to kiss me before casting me out for the night.
He tilted his head, his cheek brushing against mine as he whispered in my ear. "Know this -- if you run, there's no place on earth I won't find you."
With that, Stark released me, his hand dipping briefly into his pocket to press the door's remote as he walked away.
Chapter Two
Collin
Releasing the mail onto the side table, Mia walked on unsteady legs to the corner. Part of the wobble undoubtedly stemmed from my rough command and her very real fear I would fire her, but I also blamed the sexy open-toed pumps she had on. And those were entirely her fault.
She had started the month in sensible flat-heeled shoes and skirts that fell mid-calf, their loose, voluminous folds hiding the soft, plentiful curves of her body. The blouses, too, had been all business that first week, not a hint of cleavage or even a forearm on display. By the end of week two, my mornings were getting a little brighter as her skirts got tighter and I had my first glimpse at the pale valley between her breasts.
That flash of skin propelled me to review the security archives. I noted the shift in clothing was a completely new development. Given the five month sample of her wardrobe, she hadn't dressed down for the interview or that first week.
I paid even closer attention to the footage from when she first started serving as my junior secretary. Instinct told me that the pretty little addition to my office hoped to catch someone's eye. I wanted to know the identity of the lucky man. But the cameras told me nothing. She was all business outside my office. There was no desk or cubicle she lingered at when running errands on my behalf.
So the man existed outside the company where my cameras didn't reach. I called my second-in-command, Trent Kane, into my office with an unusual command.
Tell me about Mia.
Mia, the pretty, voluptuous twenty-something with a first-class brain and only an associate's degree. Mia, with her dark hair, green eyes and increasingly revealing clothes.
Mia, who had taken up residence in my dreams, where she appeared in no clothes at all.
Shaking the image from my head, I clicked a few buttons on the remote at my desk. First, I locked us in and the rest of the world out. She could leave if she so desired. But, whether she was a spy or a desperate job seeker who had left her last three years in college and two degrees off her resume, I would make sure she wanted to stay.
And if she stayed, I was going to fuck her.
The thought was a shot of pure adrenaline to my cock. The semi-erection I'd been sporting from the moment Mia stood alone outside my door mushroomed to its full length and thickness. Swallowing, I focused on protocol, closing the drapes and then slowly turning the lights off one by one. She flexed and wiggled with each light lost and I both thanked and cursed the long-dead bastard who had invented high heels as I watched their effect on her luscious ass as she moved.
Damn, I wanted my hands wrapped around that full bottom as I plumbed the depths of her moist pussy.
At least I hoped it would be moist. I wasn't entirely confident on that point. Trent's investigation had turned up no lovers or potential love interests, just an exemplary academic background. Even as the omission from her resume worried me, the
Reaching across my stomach, he grabbed my opposite hip and turned my body until we stood face to face. "If you're lying to me, you better take this and run."
My grip tightened on the money. He still didn't trust me. Likely, he never would. That made us even. I knew I would be an idiot to trust Collin Stark. Even now, he could be playing me.
Collin closed the space between us and kept on pressing forward until he had my back flat against the door. His hand captured the side of my face, his thumb sliding along until it reached the center of my chin. His thumb pressed down to force my lips apart.
For one foolish second, I thought he intended to kiss me before casting me out for the night.
He tilted his head, his cheek brushing against mine as he whispered in my ear. "Know this -- if you run, there's no place on earth I won't find you."
With that, Stark released me, his hand dipping briefly into his pocket to press the door's remote as he walked away.
Chapter Two
Collin
Releasing the mail onto the side table, Mia walked on unsteady legs to the corner. Part of the wobble undoubtedly stemmed from my rough command and her very real fear I would fire her, but I also blamed the sexy open-toed pumps she had on. And those were entirely her fault.
She had started the month in sensible flat-heeled shoes and skirts that fell mid-calf, their loose, voluminous folds hiding the soft, plentiful curves of her body. The blouses, too, had been all business that first week, not a hint of cleavage or even a forearm on display. By the end of week two, my mornings were getting a little brighter as her skirts got tighter and I had my first glimpse at the pale valley between her breasts.
That flash of skin propelled me to review the security archives. I noted the shift in clothing was a completely new development. Given the five month sample of her wardrobe, she hadn't dressed down for the interview or that first week.
I paid even closer attention to the footage from when she first started serving as my junior secretary. Instinct told me that the pretty little addition to my office hoped to catch someone's eye. I wanted to know the identity of the lucky man. But the cameras told me nothing. She was all business outside my office. There was no desk or cubicle she lingered at when running errands on my behalf.
So the man existed outside the company where my cameras didn't reach. I called my second-in-command, Trent Kane, into my office with an unusual command.
Tell me about Mia.
Mia, the pretty, voluptuous twenty-something with a first-class brain and only an associate's degree. Mia, with her dark hair, green eyes and increasingly revealing clothes.
Mia, who had taken up residence in my dreams, where she appeared in no clothes at all.
Shaking the image from my head, I clicked a few buttons on the remote at my desk. First, I locked us in and the rest of the world out. She could leave if she so desired. But, whether she was a spy or a desperate job seeker who had left her last three years in college and two degrees off her resume, I would make sure she wanted to stay.
And if she stayed, I was going to fuck her.
The thought was a shot of pure adrenaline to my cock. The semi-erection I'd been sporting from the moment Mia stood alone outside my door mushroomed to its full length and thickness. Swallowing, I focused on protocol, closing the drapes and then slowly turning the lights off one by one. She flexed and wiggled with each light lost and I both thanked and cursed the long-dead bastard who had invented high heels as I watched their effect on her luscious ass as she moved.
Damn, I wanted my hands wrapped around that full bottom as I plumbed the depths of her moist pussy.
At least I hoped it would be moist. I wasn't entirely confident on that point. Trent's investigation had turned up no lovers or potential love interests, just an exemplary academic background. Even as the omission from her resume worried me, the
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