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he’s going to throw me out because of our last meeting, then I’m going to speak my mind. The last time I saw Brent Masters, I was in no position to talk to him, period. Back then, I was worried he might kill me, but now I know he’s just a grade-A dick with a gorgeous face and a bad attitude.
    She pats my shoulder, her hand slow to leave my arm as I turn and leave. I navigate my way back to my office. I can’t believe this is happening. Leaning against the doorframe, I stare at my tiny space for a long time. Donetta didn’t follow me, so I figure she’s still trying to change Mr. Master’s mind.
    It’s a thin hope, but I wait for my cell to ring, just in case she’s successful.
    The call doesn’t come, and ten minutes later, I’m still staring at the wilting plant Donetta got me on my first day here. Pushing away from the door, I go to it and dump some water from the bottle on my desk into the pot. Then, slowly, I gather my things into a box until my desk is clean and the room is as stark as it was when I moved in.
    Picking up the box, I look both ways down the hall and bolt when it’s empty. I don’t want my co-workers to see me going like this. There’s probably already been a company email. It doesn’t take long for word to spread around here.
    My face starts to burn as I get in the elevator. I’m just so impotently pissed at the unfairness of this. I paid my dues heartily and worked my way up, and for what?
    A sudden image of my sister flashes in my mind and it flames my angst. I gave up my life for Nathalie—did things, so many things, for her. This job was supposed to be my reward for paying someone else’s dues.
    You know what? Screw him. I’m not going to let him do this to me. Not without speaking my mind. I punch a different button, the one that leads to his office. My heart is racing, but I don’t stop to overthink it. The demanding need to tell him where he can stuff his attitude won’t be silenced.
    What’s the worst thing he could do to me this time? He already fired me. Now the playing field is level, and I hold an ace of my own.
    Galvanized, I give the receptionist a big smile and plop my box down on her desk. Her mouth gapes as she stares at me.
    I point to his door. “Do you mind if I have a word with him?” I don’t wait for her response as I move past her and push through the glass doors. The scent of warm masculine musk greets me as I enter. It smells like pure sex and I’m momentarily stunned. Until I see him standing by the windows, exactly as he was the last time I was in here.
    I break free of the spell of his scent, remembering that I’m angry. I storm to his desk, my heels making a loud clack on the marble floor. I know he mother-loving hears me, but he doesn’t turn around.
    I stop at the edge of his desk and set my left foot down extra hard so the echo clatters through the room.
    “Mr. Masters, I’m Erica Lundgren.” Saying my name fills me with a sense of power. That girl he intimidated and kissed six years ago? She has a name and I want him to know it.
    “I believe you’ve been fired, Ms. Lundgren.”
    “So it seems.” Taking two controlled breaths, I clasp my hands in front of me and force myself to relax. His outline is dark against the bright glare of sunlight, and I’m struck again at his perfect silhouette. What is he hiding underneath beneath that silken skin?
    A tingle shoots between my legs, catching me off guard. Quickly, I shift my weight from one foot to the other, but it doesn’t help. His hair looks thick and shiny, like dark chocolate, the back and sides undercut while the top falls back in glossy waves. Perfect for digging fingers into … for pulling hard.
    “I—I know what this is about.” I burst. “And I want to assure you …”
    “Is that right?” He cuts me off and turns to face me. His gaze spears my feet and then saunters up my body, making my skin flush hot.
    Lifting my chin defiantly, I school my expression so he can’t see