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Eventually her plate was empty. He looked at his watch and saw their hour was nearly up.

“Time to go,” he said, flagging down the waiter to pay for the check.

He offered his arm and she took it, allowing him to lead her outside. He held her close to his body, possessively so, and helped her into the passenger’s side once again. Then he shifted the car into drive and headed back to the downtown office.#p#分页标题#e#

“Now that you’ve agreed, I’ll expect you in my office exactly half an hour after closing time,” he told her as they entered the parking garage. “Don’t be late.”

“Yes sir,” she said meekly, and she couldn’t help but smile a little at the fact that anyone who might’ve overheard them would have thought he meant they were having some kind of meeting.

Well, she supposed they were… but it was going to be unlike any meeting she’d ever been to before.

They walked through the lobby doors together, and Dave looked up and gave them both an over-bright smile. That smile faded after Mark bid her goodbye, and he glowered at her as he rose to his full height so that she could take the chair back from him.

“What was all that about?” he snapped.

“I… I don’t really think that’s any of your business,” Katherine told him, not because she was trying to be defiant, but because she had nothing else to say. After all, she couldn’t tell him that she’d just agreed to enter into a sexual relationship with Mark. Not unless she wanted to see Dave have an apoplexy.

“I’m his assistant. Why wouldn’t it be my business?” he hissed. “Ms. Hewitt, you had ought to remember who hired you.”

Katherine’s back went up. “I’m reasonably certain you can’t fire me if Mark doesn’t want you to,” she told him sweetly. “And I can guarantee he won’t give the order if you ask him.”

Dave’s face turned blotchy, his gangly body going ramrod stiff. “We will see about that, Ms. Hewitt. We will definitely see about that.”

He marched off, and Katherine had to hold back a grin.



*

When closing time finally came around, most of the superiority of having had two victories over Dave had faded, to be replaced by a nervous anticipation that had her palms sweaty and her cheeks unseasonably warm. She loitered at her desk, biding the other employees’ goodnight, weathering a stony glare from Dave as he headed out as well, and then locking the front door. She stopped by the bathroom to freshen up, pulling a tiny bottle of jasmine oil from her makeup back and dabbing some of it behind her ears—when she wanted to smell nice she used that, because she was allergic to perfume. She checked her hair and clothes twice in the mirror, and as an afterthought stripped off her pantyhose and stuffed them in her purse—he’d said he’d wanted to feel her legs after all, hadn’t he?

She arrived outside his office door at exactly half past six, took a deep breath, and knocked. His deep voice called for her to enter, and she pushed open the door to see him sitting at his desk, typing away on his keyboard. She’d only been in here once before when she’d had to deliver some files to his desk, and that was a quick in and out cycle. She took the time now to study the décor—muted green walls with a framed photograph of the Chicago skyline hanging on the one opposite the window, a large, mahogany l-shaped desk holding a computer and scrupulously organized papers. Her footfalls were muffled by the thick, cream-colored carpet as she approached to where he sat behind the desk. He rose with a smooth smile.

“Right on time,” he told her with a smile. “Come over here and sit on the edge of the desk here.”

Her blood pumped a little faster at the look in his eye. “Yes, sir.” She sat on the edge of the desk, and then jumped a little as his hands settled at her waist, pushing her back a little farther. She winced as she felt her butt press up against a paperweight and heard it clatter against the polished wood of the desk.

“Don’t worry about it,” he murmured. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Are… are we doing this here?” she wanted to know. “Now?”

He smiled at her. “Not exactly. I am… preparing you for our first night together.”

Leaning past her, he reached out and grabbed a large white box sitting on the desk. He set it down next to her and lifted the top off. She tried to get a look at what was inside but was distracted when he reached to the zipper at the side of her pencil skirt and tugged it down.

“Lift your legs for me,” he commanded, and she did as he said. Shivers of pleasure went through her body as he slowly slid the skirt down her body, ensuring that the pads of his fingers stroked her legs as he did so. “Good girl. Now your panties.”