Unleashing the Receptionist: ...the Receptionist, Book 3 Read Online Free Page B

better yet, your ass. I’d like to spank some sense into you. I’d like to see you spread bare-assed across this desk, awaiting the slash of my whip.”
    “That’s never going to happen, you freak.” I stood up. “Ethan’s busy right now. Maybe you should come back some other time. Like when you’ve undergone a complete brain transplant. Personality too, while you’re at it.”
    “Cute. Spunky. I like.” Again she reached forward and cupped my breast. But this time, before I had a chance to smack her hand away, she withdrew it as quickly as though my nipple had magic bitch-repelling powers.
    “I’ll have you arrested,” came Ethan’s deadly voice. “Restraining order, sex offender list, the works.”
    Ethan stalked toward us, blue eyes blazing with unholy fury. Margo took three steps backward.
    “You can’t do that,” she said. “Have you forgotten my stake in the business?”
    “Have you forgotten all common standards of decency? Not to mention federal and state laws against sexual harassment?”
    Only a foot or so from the door, she took her stand with a snort. “You’re kidding me, right? You’re accusing me of sexual harassment?”
    “Dana,” Ethan barked without looking at me. “Have you ever been sexually harassed on these premises?”
    “Not until she walked in the door,” I said promptly. Only the truth. Everything Simon, Ethan and I had ever done together had been entirely, blissfully consensual.
    “I know what goes on here,” Margo spat as Ethan kept advancing on her, one relentless step after the other. “I’ll put you out of business. I swear I will.”
    “If you still want me, Margo, why don’t you just say so?”
    She spun around in a black-suited whirl of outrage, but not before I saw the heat that flared in her eyes. So Ethan had fucked her. He’d had his cock in that intimidating, confident woman. Or maybe he’d just spanked her.
    Her eyes, hard and green like a cat’s, sparked with outrage. Of course, I knew it was true. First of all, how could anyone be around Ethan and not want him? Secondly, a woman like her cried out for a firm hand. If you asked me, she was throwing a tantrum just so she could get Ethan’s attention.
    He stopped when he was about two inches from her. She narrowed her eyes at him and raised her chin, daring him to touch her, challenging him to cross the same line she’d crossed. But Ethan was too smart for that.
    “Out,” he said, simply. “When I bought you out I rid myself of any obligation to look at you again.” Ethan gave a dismissive motion with his hand.
    She went even stiffer than before, from executive shark to offended empress. “Don’t treat me like that. I’m warning you.”
    “Warning received and ignored. If you come back, keep your lawyer on speed-dial. Which, as I recall, he always was.”
    “So you remember the old days after all?”
    “I remember what I need to. And I don’t hesitate to use it.”
    They stood chin to chin, willpower to willpower, but Ethan didn’t back down to anyone. Before long her gaze faltered and slid away.
    “Just don’t…don’t be surprised when something bad happens. Something very, very bad.”
    I shivered. Was she cursing us? Maybe she practiced black magic. It would explain her witchy attitude.
    She backed off and hurried down the hallway out of sight. Ethan stood watching, hands in his pockets, every line of his body radiating tension.
    “Okay, Ethan,” I said as he turned in my direction. “You owe me. I got groped by someone who told me they own twenty percent of me. I think I’ve earned an explanation. Or at least a stiff drink.”
    “Probably both.” A grim smile ghosted across his rugged face. No one would call Ethan a pretty boy, but he had the kind of face you couldn’t look away from. “That was Margo Lang. She’s a snake and a rat all in one, like some sort of genetic mutation. She’s the former owner and chief executive officer of Lang and Associates, the name by