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Unfortunately, I made other plans for you.” He forced me back into my space and shut the door behind him.
    From the dark glitter in his eyes, I had a feeling he wasn’t thinking about splitting a submarine sandwich.
    Fuming a little, and confused, and conflicted, I stood frozen in place, my purse hugged to my chest as he sauntered over, cupped my chin, and lifted it. “I’ve been thinking about those lips all morning.”
    A little tremor quaked through me at the heat in his eyes.
    “I . . . I . . .”
    “Shhh.” He leaned down, brushed his lips across mine. It was hardly a kiss at all, a soft touch, fleeting. A tease. He took my purse out of my hands, set it on my desk. “Come here.” He led me to my chair and, hands on my shoulders, forced me into it. Now he was looming over me once again, looking bigger and more powerful than ever. I felt small and vulnerable, unsure what he expected. Unsure what would happen next.
    This was so wrong, him manipulating me like this, forcing me to do things. Treating me like a toy that he could play with whenever he pleased.
    “Open your legs, Abigail.” He eased to his knees, which put us on more equal levels.
    My knee-jerk response was to grit my teeth and refuse. What would he do? Would he really fire me? If he did, what would be the reason he would give? He certainly couldn’t put “failure to allow me to sexually harass her” in my file.
    His brows drew together. “I thought we had an agreement.” “Yes, well. We did. But I thought about it last night, and I have some issues—”
    “Part your legs. Now.”
    Jerk!
    His tone raked along my nerves, making my inner rebel dig in her heels. “You said you wouldn’t force me.”
    “I said I would be permitted to touch you when and wherever I wanted.”
    Glaring now, I snapped, “What kind of man does that to his employees? What kind of man has to blackmail women into being his sex slave?”
    “You are not my sex slave.” He grabbed my chin. “Though I think you’d love that, being my sex slave.”
    “Don’t you wish.”
    He laughed again. Yesterday, my body had responded to the low rumble of his laugh, warming, softening. And I liked the way his eyes glittered. Not today. Today the sound made my blood turn to ice. “You have more spirit than I thought. I like a challenge.”
    “You’re in for one hell of a challenge, sir.”
    “Good.” Standing upright again, he stared down at me, silent, eyes calculating. “I will give you two choices. Open your legs or leave.”
    “Fine. I’ll leave.” I started to push out of my chair.
    But before I got my butt completely off the seat, he added, “For good. You’re out. Do you understand?”
    Asshole! I hated him. Even though he made my body burn and quake. Even though I had dreamed about him all night long. Even though the thought of him touching me again made me breathless.
    “What kind of game is this?” I smacked the arms of the chair.
    “It’s a good game. A fun one. You’ll like it. You’ll see. Before you know it, I won’t have to threaten you. You’ll want to do what I ask.”
    “Like the others?” I had heard the rumors. Plenty of them. About him sleeping with employees. Oddly, I’d dismissed them all, thinking no business owner would risk a sexual harassment lawsuit in this day and age. Silly, stupid me.
    His lips curled. “Perhaps.”
    So he had done this to his other assistants. This was his thing. Bastard. Asshole.
    Dammit, I was so stuck.
    How I wanted to leave! I wanted to tell him to go to hell, get my purse, and head to the nearest police station to report him for sexual harassment.
    But I couldn’t.
    I couldn’t report him, because he’d report Joss, and at this point, I didn’t know exactly what Joss had, and had not, done.
    I couldn’t walk out because our rent was due and I didn’t have the money to pay it. It had taken me so long to find the job at MalTech. And since then, the economy hadn’t gotten any better. In fact, around