Corporate Seduction by A.C. Arthur Page A

gotten her cup of coffee and had her morning gossip session with Tacoma.
    But this email was business. Or was it? Calling him to report this new message wasn’t personal, even though the message was directed to her, and not to the company. Maybe she should simply delete it and get on with her work for the day. She drummed her short, polished nails on the desk blotter and considered the matter again.
    Glancing back at the screen, she realized deleting the message wouldn’t solve anything, nor would hiding out in her office. She’d worked here for seven years and, in that time, she hadn’t let anyone intimidate her. She damn sure wasn’t going to start now. Besides, they needed to find out who Jack was so they could finally put a stop to his harassment. And maybe with him targeting her email box only, they’d have a better chance of doing just that.
    With a click of the mouse she printed the message, saved it to her personal folder then closed it. Paper in hand, she made her way down the hall to Khalil’s office.
    * * *
    After the interrogation that was supposed to be brunch yesterday, Khalil had opened a bottle of wine, switched on the football game and immersed himself in the box of emails from the mysterious Jack.
    He’d thought of Reka often, but figured he wouldn’t pressure her by trying to see her every day. Besides, he knew he’d see her at the office. Surely he could wait.
    But now it was after eleven o’clock on Monday morning and he’d neither seen nor heard from her. However, he wouldn’t pursue her in the office, wouldn’t allow his personal life to interfere with business. He’d promised to do a job for Keith, and no matter how much she tempted him, he wouldn’t allow Reka to mess that up.
    Still, the thought of her smile, or one of her smart remarks, warmed him, and he momentarily entertained thoughts of heading down the hall. Dragging his hands down his face, he shook his head to clear his mind. He had work to do.
    Just when he’d buckled down, punched in a few lines of code and attempted to trace Jack’s last message, there was a quick knock on his door before it swung open.
    “It seems our friend Jack has a roving eye.” Reka closed the door behind her, then moved to his desk and set the paper down before taking a seat across from him.
    In those few seconds Khalil took in the form-fitting wool charcoal gray dress, long black leather boots and glossy frost-colored lips. Her perfume—bold and distinctive, fitting her perfectly—aroused him instantly.
    “Oh, good morning,” he mumbled, dragging his eyes away from her body and picking up the piece of paper she’d deposited in front of him.
    Reka looked at her watch to keep from staring at him. “Right, good morning.” He wore brown today. A chocolate-colored suit jacket, beige shirt and spice-toned tie. His square jaw, covered with hair she remembered was soft to the touch, clenched for a moment before he looked down at the paper.
    “He sent this to you?” Khalil chanced another look at her. She didn’t seem the least bit upset but he’d felt a sudden discomfort after reading Jack’s words.
    “Yes,” she nodded. “So now we know he frequents night clubs and likes to dance.”
    Khalil’s eyes narrowed. “But how does he know who you are?” He told himself he was doing his job. Everybody was a suspect until he proved otherwise.
    Reka blinked, not sure she liked his tone. “I don’t know how he knew it was me. But he was definitely at the club on Saturday, and now it seems I’ve pushed Jill to the side.” She crossed her legs and sat back in the chair. “He’s some kind of hard up to be thinking about a stranger while he jerked off.”
    Her words touched a familiar spot and Khalil quickly looked away from her. Jack had used the Masterful Massage Oil, while he’d settled for more traditional methods.
    “Did you respond to this?” he questioned, refusing to look directly at her.
    He was acting weird, as if they’d just