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walls are covered with beautiful paintings. Pop of colors contrasts to the pale white walls. I wonder momentarily if he’s the one who chose them. As I study the outstanding space, the woman in front of him straightens up quickly, smiling like she just won the lottery. When I glance at her right hand, I realize why. She’s holding a platinum American Express, fanning her face with it. Suddenly, I miss my little black plastic buddy…  
    Stop! You’re not going back with you’re tail between your legs!  
    I frown at myself.  
    The woman leans over to him, leaning her face to his.  
    Damn it! He’s taken? How will I charm him and maintain my job, if he won’t give me a chance?  
    I don’t want to sleep with him and steal him, I’m not looking for romance, but I want to secure my job. I’m sure I could do the basic assignments Mr. Miller will give me, but I’m still hesitant I’ll be everything he needs me to be.
    The woman is a blond with blue eyes, the usual Barbie-want-to-be, voluptuous, wearing tight clothes.  
    Well , I’m not lacking .  
    She moves away from him and looks over at me, giving me the, he’s-mine-back-off glare.  
    I smile my sweetest smile at her, and notice a glimpse of worry that flashes in her eyes, a moment before she leaves his office.  
    Hmm… interesting. Not so sure of ourselves are we?  
    The leather chair swirls around, and Mr. Miller is facing me.

CHAPTER TWO

    Wow…  
    I was expecting a middle-aged man. He looks really young for a CEO. My eyebrow lifts involuntarily as I wonder.
    Mr. Miller stands and starts towards me. Instinctively, I rise from my chair and walk around the table. Mr. Miller opens the glass door, and his turquoise eyes are the first things I notice.  
    They stop me in my tracks.  
    The color is amazing. Bright blue and green mixed flawlessly, they’re focused and soul piercing.
    Mr. Miller’s hair is jet-black and a few strands fall slightly on his forehead. His cheekbones and jaw are masculinely defined, and his etched lips complement his arresting face perfectly. His skin is smooth and lightly tan. He’s oozing raw sensuality and I feel a violent magnetizing pull towards him. I think I’m actually salivating. I silently thank God that my mouth is closed or I would drool.  
    Hey! Snap out of it!  
    I blink a few times, and swallow hard to come out of that sexual haze.
    What the hell was that? I’ve never gotten dumbstruck when I’ve seen a man… not ever.  
    I hold out my hand to him, but he’s just standing there. Mr. Miller’s eyes float from my eyes, to my mouth, to my chest, to my waist…
    “Ahem.” I clear my throat.
    Mr. Miller’s eyes shoot up to meet mine. They’re burning and I feel my temperature rising. I’ve seen men look at me with desire, but this… this ferocity I’ve never felt. It’s like he wants to claim me right here, right now. It’s messing with my composure, and my heart thuds a bit harder and faster.
    Mr. Miller looks down at my hand and quickly reaches out, shaking it slowly. His smooth and warm hand cradles mine in a confident grip. His touch sends a warm sensation from my palm, straight to my heart. I breathe in deeply.
    “Good morning, Mr. Miller. I’m Katherine Slav.” I offer a sweet smile.
    “Eric Miller, pleasure to finally meet you.” Mr. Miller voice has a sexy rasp, which I didn’t notice when we spoke over the phone.
    Looks like sex, talks like sex... thank you God.
    “Likewise.”  
    “I hope the office is to your liking.” Mr. Miller looks around the room.
    “Oh yes, it’s lovely.” I smile my irresistible smile, and notice him inhaling deeply.  
    Mr. Miller blinks and a smile curls up at the edges of his lips. He looks dangerously delicious. Mr. Miller walks around me to my desk, not taking his eyes off of me.
    “Here is my schedule.” He points at an icon on the flat screen on my desk.  
    I return to my desk. I sit and slowly cross my legs. Mr. Miller seems unaffected at