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lipstick both on his collar and across his left cheek were the only indicators of the sordid sex he’d engaged in.
    “Pleased with your conquest, Mr. Treville?” She shot the question at him with some bitterness as she tried to restore herself to some semblance of propriety.
    Daniel took her chin between thumb and forefinger, looking deep into her eyes. “You’re not conquered yet, pet. Not even close.” He winked, brushed a brief kiss to her lips and looked at his watch. “I have another appointment to make. I’ll see you tonight.”
    She looked at him askance. “What do you mean, you’ll see me tonight?”
    “When I pick you up at eight for dinner.”
    “I didn’t agree to have dinner with you.”
    “So you just used me for sex?” He smiled and tutted, that teasing smile making his cheeks dimple.
    “I absolutely did not.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “Don’t think I’m going to become some kind of booty call for you.”
    “Booty call?” A dark brow raised in her direction, followed by an amused smirk. “Now there are two words I wouldn’t have expected out of your mouth. You are certainly not a booty call. I’ll see you this evening.”
    Open-mouthed, hair tousled, clothing awry, Ellie watched him walk out of her office.
     
    * * *
     
    With Daniel’s seed trickling down the inside of her leg, Ellie attempted to clear her mind and get some kind of equilibrium back. Okay, so she’d had sex. Hot sex. With the man who was now the controlling interest in her company. It wasn’t the end of the world. She could come back from this. In fact, seen in some lights, the sex was a good thing. It had cleared the air. No unrequited tension. She could think clearly now.
    He would not find her such an easy target in the future. She might have succumbed to his advances once, but she would be on guard against any further attempts at seduction. What had happened could not happen again. She couldn’t afford to develop feelings for the man—and love was completely off the table.
    Straightening her blazer, Ellie made her way to her office’s private en-suite, where a shower and a change of clothes were waiting for her. She had always kept a small wardrobe at work; one never knew when one might need a fresh shirt, or a pair of panties that wasn’t ripped and covered in cum.
    When she returned to her desk, freshly showered and dressed in clean pressed clothes, a memo was waiting in her email inbox—a companywide directive outlining the nonsense Daniel had been trying to push during their meeting.
    Her eyes narrowed to two cold slits. It was one thing for him to walk into her office and more or less fuck her like an animal; it was something entirely different for him to hijack her company. That she would not stand for. This was her territory, and Daniel Treville was going to have to learn to steer well clear.
     
    Please disregard the previous email , she wrote, addressing the various heads of departments, which alone numbered in the hundreds. Any and all policy changes will be issued from my office, and my office only. Ensure that your team members are not confused on this point.
     
    She hit send and sat back, satisfied. This was just an opening salvo in a battle that would probably only serve to mark the beginning of a war, but she’d acquitted herself well. He’d probably already received a copy of her email, thanks to one of his moles. Daniel almost certainly had someone inside the company feeding him information. He’d probably been sourcing information for months.
    The first matter of business was to ensure the loyalty of her managers, and to make it abundantly clear that any defections would be punished.
    “Stacy!” She poked her head outside her office to find her perky assistant finally actually at her desk. “Stacy, get IT on the phone. I want records of all messages sent from company servers in the last five or so minutes.”
    “Yes, ma’am,” Stacy agreed quickly.
    She’d soon discover who