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Yates with blue eyes, Myers with brown. Both major assholes.
    “When do you think we’re going to have that dinner?” Myers asked.
    “Or a drink?” Yates added. “I’m free after work in the morning.”
    “For a drink?” She took a hasty sip of coffee and nearly scalded her tongue. “Well, I’d better get back before—”
    Myers stepped closer, almost on top of her. She stared at the center of his chest, taking particular note of the breadth of muscle there. Then she raised her gaze to his mean eyes and hard, unsmiling mouth. “You didn’t answer my question.”
    Talk about sexual harassment. The two men had been bothering her for weeks. She’d complained, to no avail. None of the higher ups had done anything about them. Odd, considering the sensitive climate these days concerning harassment. Her boss had talked to HR on her behalf, but even Steve didn’t have much pull. Not compared to the people who worked in the secured environment on the lower levels. In addition, Myers and Yates had standing with the company. She didn’t. Six months of her time compared to three years of theirs.
    She didn’t think they’d do more than verbally taunt her, not in a company environment. But she’d taken care not to go to her car alone after work, even in broad daylight.
    “Look, I—”
    Yates pushed Myers back. “Hey, man. Back off. You’re scaring her.”
    “I’m not scared, but—”
    “She said she’s not scared.” Myers glared at his supposed friend and shoved Yates. “See? She wants to go out with me.”
    “No, I don’t.” She tried to edge away, but Yates closed in on her.
    “She wants me. ” He plucked the coffee from her hands and placed it on the counter behind her.
    “Hey.”
    Before she could grab it, Yates kissed her. More like mauled her. His slimy mouth made her want to gag. She hadn’t noticed more than his bland aftershave, but now pressed up against him, she smelled body odor, tasted the too sweet cola he’d consumed earlier, and felt as if spiders were crawling all over her. Her senses went haywire, and she bit down, hard, piercing his lip.
    To her horror, she tasted blood.
    Yates sprang back and glared at her. “Bitch bit me.”
    “That’s cause you were doing it wrong.” Myers chuckled and dragged her to him, resisting her fists with ease. “How about my way?”
    He leaned down to kiss her, nearly suffocating her with his fat mouth and bruising hug. And she went crazy.
    Bailey tore into his face, his arms, gouging and screaming, hitting and flailing. A haze of out-of-control rage—not fear—consumed her. As did an inhuman sense of strength. She’d kill him. How dare he touch her? She’d tear him apart, bathe in his blood, then—
    Bailey blinked up at the ceiling.
    Confused to find herself sprawled on the floor, all alone in the room, she took a moment. She didn’t see anything, but she tasted copper. A bad taste, and what exactly did that mean? She picked herself up off the floor, baffled, scared, and no longer suffering a headache.
    “What the hell?” Shaky, she ran her hands over her clothes, her head, her body. Nothing felt out of place. No lumps on her head to prove they’d knocked her out. No disarray to her clothing to show she might have been violated after being—what? Drugged?
    How had she been assaulted one minute, alone and on the floor seconds later, with no recollection of escaping the attack?
    As she tried to still her shaking legs and gripped the counter, Myers and Yates entered the break room.
    She froze.
    Yates frowned. “You okay?” His lip looked fine. No bite mark.
    “I-I, uh—you…”
    “Hey, Bailey, you want to sit down? You look pale.” Myers nodded to her cup, still on the counter. “That yours? Maybe have a sip and relax.”
    Neither man looked bruised or mussed.
    What the hell?
    She grabbed her coffee, gave the pair a wide berth, then darted out the door. Great. Another blackout. I’m going to have to see a doctor. Three times in one