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can see you blush.  I can feel the chemistry here.  You hate that your body belongs to me.”
    “No it doesn’t,” I resist quietly.
    “Yes it does,” Mitchell replies.
    What a bastard.
    He knows he affects me so much and he is playing with me.  I have to get out of here before it is too late. 
    I pull away from Mitchell’s gaze and storm out of the office.
    What a bastard.
     
     

 
     
    Chapter 5
     
     

 
     
     
     
    I hide in the bathroom for at least thirty minutes before I dare to look at myself in the mirror.  I am so disappointed in myself. 
    Why did my body betray how I was feeling?
    I should have been angry with him. 
    I wanted to hate him, but he knew I couldn’t resist him.
    Damn.
    I clean up my make-up after my sobbing tears leaked down my cheek and return to my desk to process the new price for the album. 
    I don’t want to do it. 
    I don’t want to sell out.
    This company has built around being honest and always putting the music industry first.  This company has always been about providing a service between the musician and their audience.  Money was secondary to music. 
    And now we were forgetting all those years of hard work.  Mitchell is asking me to forget about the years of hard work I have poured into this company.  He wants me to forget it all.
    I don’t want to process it.
    I don’t want to lust after Mitchell.
    I don’t want any of this.  I want to go back to the way things were last week when the industry came first and I didn’t have to think about men.  I don’t want to work for a company that is only interested in money and I don’t want a bastard boss.
    Those thoughts run through my head for an hour after I sit back at my desk.  I stare at the folder with the requested price change.
    I don’t want to do it…
    But I give in.
    I process it.
    I sell out.
    I do what I’m told to do like a good little girl.
    Long into the night, I go through the process of finishing the administration for the new album.  Most listeners will never know the amount of work that goes into the music that they listen to.  I have spent endless hours processing the administration work for music that entertains thousands of people.
    But I feel my insides sink every time I think about the new price for this album.  And it won’t just be this album, it will be every album after this too. 
    Our company has sold out.
    That hurts me deep inside but I know right now, I can’t do anything about it.  This is not my company and I will have to work hard to earn the respect of Mitchell Rider.
    It is approaching midnight when I finish the administration work and there is only one other light on in the building – Mitchell’s office. 
    Quietly, I walk up there to advise that the album pricing change is finished.
    “Mitchell?” I knock on the door softly.
    The tall figure of Mitchell is slumped in an armchair – a half-empty bottle of scotch next to him.
    “Uh?”
    I have woken him from his slumber.
    He stands – surprised that someone has caught him this late at night.
    “What are you doing here?” he states aggressively.
    Even drunk, as he undoubtedly still is, Mitchell projects a fierce masculine power that takes my breath away.  The well-fitted suit, opened at the collar to reveal a bronzed, hard chest, only serves to emphasis his aggression.  His dark hair is scruffy and he runs his fingers through it while he considers his next thought.
    “I’ve just finished the pricing for the album,” I whisper, intimidated by his aggression.
    “I need to lie down,” Mitchell brushes past me, walking out the entrance to his office.
    I consider whether I should follow him, or leave him to fall asleep on the office couch near my desk.
    “Bring me some coffee,” he demands as he lies down on the couch near my desk.
    “I’ll bring you water,” I reply, “If you’re drunk, you need water.”
    “Aren’t you a good little assistant,” he mocks me as I bring a cup of water out to the