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Jordan holds out his hand and leads me to the elevator. Inside, he still has my hand, and he turns to kiss me as the car nears the twenty-first floor.
“Enjoy your day,” he says as the doors open, dropping my hand. Then the doors close, and I’m left alone. I press the M button, and my stomach once again lurches as the elevator starts down.
I’ve been sitting at my desk for the last three hours, and I can’t work worth a damn. I’ve done exactly one chapter on the redo, and I’m thankful I got to chapter forty-one the night before. I need to deliver the manuscript back to Nicky by tomorrow. I prefer to do it today.
My problem is that I can’t stop thinking about Jordan. He’s gotten under my skin as much as he says I’ve gotten under his. I’m horny as hell, and I’ve been squirming in my seat trying to relieve some of the pressure, but it’s not helping. I’m almost positive that the rose-colored thong that I’m wearing is drenched with my arousal.
Twice, Angelica has turned around to stare at me. My chair squeaks each time I move, and it’s been doing that a lot. She asked if I had ants in my pants, if she only knew.
“Emma! Get a cup of coffee or something. That chair is driving me crazy. What’s with you today?”
“Nothing,” I mumble. I get up and go into the break room. Of course, there is no coffee. The pot is dry and burning because someone forgot to shut the element off. I pull the carafe and put it in the sink, then remove the plug from the wall. When I turn, Nicky is leaning against the door jamb watching me intently.
“How’s the Dayton manuscript coming? You know I want it on my desk by the end of the day tomorrow.”
“I do, and I’m almost finished. You might have it on your desk by the end of the day today.”
For the first time since Nicky has been my boss, I stare into his flame blue eyes and notice something that I never saw before, desire. It dawns on me that Jordan is right. Nicky has a thing for me. How could I not have noticed it before? All he has been is nasty and curt with me. Now his eyes are traveling up my body like he wants to devour me. It makes me wonder if he knows about me and Jordan.
“Is there something else you need?”
I watch Nicky’s jaw flex as if he’s having a hard time restraining himself. He’s so different from his stepbrother, almost creepy.
“No. I’ll expect the manuscript on my desk by tonight.”
“I said I might be done with it.”
“It’s only eleven. You have all day, and you just told me that you’re almost finished. So why can’t you get it done?”
Every time I talk to him, I feel defeated, “You’ll have it by the end of the day today. Satisfied?”
“Are you being insubordinate?”
“No. I’m only stating a fact.”
“That I should be satisfied? I won’t have a problem writing you up. I’ve had it with your attitude. I’ve tried to be nice. Come with me.”
I glare at him but follow as he heads to his office. My anger is at the edge, and I want to tell him off. I want to quit, but I need this job until I can springboard to another publishing company. He holds the door and slams it shut as I sit in front of his desk. He positions himself in his chair and takes his familiar pose of steepling his hands. You would think he was a school teacher the way he acts.
“You’ve had a problem with me since I got here. Your attitude is shit, and I will no longer tolerate your insubordination. You would think that you would be a little nicer to me as your boss. I guess you don’t value your position. I have a stack of resumes from people begging for your job.”
“Nicky, I’ve done nothing to you. You always seem to have a problem with my work, no matter how good it is.”
“It’s not good, that’s the problem.”
“I beg to differ.”
“I’ve overlooked many mistakes, and instead of sending a manuscript back to you, I pass it on above your head. I’m not doing that anymore. I can’t babysit you or give you any more attention than I already do.”
“Like some people?”
“Excuse me? What did you say?”
“Maybe if I were one of the stupid interns, you wouldn’t have a problem. Would you like to bend me over your desk and fuck me? Is that your issue? I won’t crumple to the Scarborough charm and drop my panties?”
Nicky’s face goes crimson. His fingers fold over, and knuckles turn white with pressure.
“How dare you. I should fire you on the spot for accusing me of such a thing. I treat all my employees the same,” he roars.
