finger lightly down the image on the screen.
“Let me know how she tastes. I like feisty women.”
Chapter Two
“The boss wants to see you.”
Delaware Brooks looked up at her officious supervisor, Nancy, in surprise.
“The boss?” she asked vaguely, hoping she meant someone other than the new
CEO
. A sudden chill ran up her spine.
Delaware
tried to maintain a strict policy of flying under the radar in her boring administration job. Being summoned by the new boss, when no one else she knew had met him, was not a good sign.
“Yes, the boss. The
CEO
─ Templeton McAdam. Now hurry up.”
Oh bugger.
“Did I just hear what I thought I heard?” Quinn Markwell, her best friend, sidled up to her.
She smiled at him indulgently. “Quinn, I’d imagine even under wet cement with Powderfinger on full volume you would hear things that are none of your business.”
He flounced down in the seat beside her crossed his legs and leaned in. “Come on, you know you love me.” He pursed his lips, his eyes alight with mischief.
“We really have to find you a new boyfriend. You have too much idle time on your hands, Quinny.” He was impossible, but adorable, and the sooner he had a new beau, the happier
Delaware
would be. With a new man to keep Quinn busy, he would be less inclined to stick his nose into her business.
“I was thinking of checking out the new Chief, but it seems like he’s interested in checking you out.” Quinn looked around him to make sure no one was listening. “Do you think he’s read your emails?” He rolled his eyes dramatically at the thought.
“They were personal emails.”
Delaware
pointed out, knowing that she had gone against all the regularly repeated rules, and used corporate mail for personal, and in this case, possibly pornographic use.
Oh crap, I’m very likely screwed . She had no justification, or even a convenient lie ready, to excuse her behavior.
“Corporate email shall not be used for any personal matter, and penalties will apply to staff who do so,” Quinn chanted obediently as if he was spouting from the book of Hindsight Executive Managemen t rules.
Delaware
rolled her eyes at him. “Oh please, everyone sends personal emails. No one takes the whole warning thing seriously.”
How many emails have I sent? The answer was lots. Her stomach knotted at the content of some of them. Double crap.
“Maybe he wants to discuss wedding arrangements?” Quinn suggested brightly, if not sarcastically.
They and several others in the office had enjoyed her silly emails back and forth about her and the unknown Templeton McAdam, who she called her fiancée. It had been a way of poking fun at an unidentified boss that everyone was worried would in and disturb their neat little world. If that was what he was calling her in for, surely he would be able to see the humor in it. Wouldn’t he?
“Have you done anything else wrong, other than raid the stationery cabinet?”
“Everyone does that,”
Delaware
murmured in defense. “That’s like a right of passage.” She could think of no other reason why she was being called in. It had to be the blasted emails. “What am I going to do?”
Quinn tipped his head to the side, as if weighing her options.
“Well, you can always fake it ─ oh that’s right, you never fake it with him. What did you say in your email? He has the stamina of a bull, and the ability to make your toes curl up in ecstasy just by looking at you.”
Delaware
groaned and slapped her head. “Why did I write all that stupid stuff?”
“Because you’re Delaware Brooks, and you like to have fun at the expense of people in power.”
“It may be nothing.” She stood up and smoothed down the black mini skirt she wore. The knee boots that had been pinching her feet all day no longer worried her. She had other things to stress over.
Quinn stood as well, and smoothed down the collar of
Delaware
’s red button up blouse. “Yeah, he
“Let me know how she tastes. I like feisty women.”
Chapter Two
“The boss wants to see you.”
Delaware Brooks looked up at her officious supervisor, Nancy, in surprise.
“The boss?” she asked vaguely, hoping she meant someone other than the new
CEO
. A sudden chill ran up her spine.
Delaware
tried to maintain a strict policy of flying under the radar in her boring administration job. Being summoned by the new boss, when no one else she knew had met him, was not a good sign.
“Yes, the boss. The
CEO
─ Templeton McAdam. Now hurry up.”
Oh bugger.
“Did I just hear what I thought I heard?” Quinn Markwell, her best friend, sidled up to her.
She smiled at him indulgently. “Quinn, I’d imagine even under wet cement with Powderfinger on full volume you would hear things that are none of your business.”
He flounced down in the seat beside her crossed his legs and leaned in. “Come on, you know you love me.” He pursed his lips, his eyes alight with mischief.
“We really have to find you a new boyfriend. You have too much idle time on your hands, Quinny.” He was impossible, but adorable, and the sooner he had a new beau, the happier
Delaware
would be. With a new man to keep Quinn busy, he would be less inclined to stick his nose into her business.
“I was thinking of checking out the new Chief, but it seems like he’s interested in checking you out.” Quinn looked around him to make sure no one was listening. “Do you think he’s read your emails?” He rolled his eyes dramatically at the thought.
“They were personal emails.”
Delaware
pointed out, knowing that she had gone against all the regularly repeated rules, and used corporate mail for personal, and in this case, possibly pornographic use.
Oh crap, I’m very likely screwed . She had no justification, or even a convenient lie ready, to excuse her behavior.
“Corporate email shall not be used for any personal matter, and penalties will apply to staff who do so,” Quinn chanted obediently as if he was spouting from the book of Hindsight Executive Managemen t rules.
Delaware
rolled her eyes at him. “Oh please, everyone sends personal emails. No one takes the whole warning thing seriously.”
How many emails have I sent? The answer was lots. Her stomach knotted at the content of some of them. Double crap.
“Maybe he wants to discuss wedding arrangements?” Quinn suggested brightly, if not sarcastically.
They and several others in the office had enjoyed her silly emails back and forth about her and the unknown Templeton McAdam, who she called her fiancée. It had been a way of poking fun at an unidentified boss that everyone was worried would in and disturb their neat little world. If that was what he was calling her in for, surely he would be able to see the humor in it. Wouldn’t he?
“Have you done anything else wrong, other than raid the stationery cabinet?”
“Everyone does that,”
Delaware
murmured in defense. “That’s like a right of passage.” She could think of no other reason why she was being called in. It had to be the blasted emails. “What am I going to do?”
Quinn tipped his head to the side, as if weighing her options.
“Well, you can always fake it ─ oh that’s right, you never fake it with him. What did you say in your email? He has the stamina of a bull, and the ability to make your toes curl up in ecstasy just by looking at you.”
Delaware
groaned and slapped her head. “Why did I write all that stupid stuff?”
“Because you’re Delaware Brooks, and you like to have fun at the expense of people in power.”
“It may be nothing.” She stood up and smoothed down the black mini skirt she wore. The knee boots that had been pinching her feet all day no longer worried her. She had other things to stress over.
Quinn stood as well, and smoothed down the collar of
Delaware
’s red button up blouse. “Yeah, he
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