frame.
“Grace, do not even think of walking out that door without an explanation!”
Grace turned to see face him, looming over her. She could see a vein throbbing in his neck, proof of just how angry he was. It was her own sick and twisted mind that made it seem so incredibly hot to her. It didn’t help that he looked just as he did in every dirty fantasy she’d ever entertained about him. His tie had long since been discarded, as had his jacket and his shirtsleeves were rolled back to reveal tanned skin stretched taut over muscle and lightly dusted with dark hair. He’d run his fingers through his dark hair and the waves were slightly disheveled. Green eyes were flashing daggers beneath dark, straight brows.
“An explanation for what, sir?” she asked, challengingly.
Gritting his teeth, Anthony fought to keep his anger in check. When he’d made a beeline for the door, panic had set in. He’d known from the moment that book had been placed on his desk that he would never let her go. From the fact that she wasn’t blushing to the roots of her dark hair, he knew that she was too devastated to even process what was happening. But that wasn’t the letter that had swayed his decision to push her. Opening that diary, reading the profane and intensely sexual fantasies of his quiet, mild mannered secretary had sent his libido into overdrive. What it had revealed to him was proof that Grace was his. Still, he called her bluff, “Your resignation, Miss Callahan, or firing you? I pay you well because I value your work and you do it remarkably well. But that’s professional, and your diary was hardly that. You’re a very dirty girl, Grace.”
“This isn’t funny,” she said. “I don’t appreciate you teasing me this way. It’s humiliating.”
“More humiliating than your dirty little fantasy about being spanked on my desk?”
She did blush then and ducked her head to avoid looking at him. “I will submit my resignation on Monday morning. I’ve enjoyed working at Callahan Industries and I have learned so much working for you this past year, but it is time for me to explore other avenues.” Avenues that didn’t leave her aching and wet at the end of each day, lusting for a man she couldn’t have, and now being utterly humiliated because he was aware of it. Being ignored was preferable to being pitied. Grace wasn’t blind. She knew precisely what she looked like, and with her extra curvy figure and her dark, perpetually messy hair, she was not the type of woman that Anthony Callahan would ever look twice at. It had become painful to come to work every day, to look at the man she wanted more than anything else in the world and know that she would never have him.
Anthony raked a hand through his hair. Grace Callahan was the most efficient secretary he’d ever had. His office had never run so smoothly as when he’d put her in charge. If it had been a little uncomfortable for him at times, watching her lush bottom wiggle as she filed the forms, or noting the way she crossed her legs beneath the glass topped desk. Or, dear god help him, when she dropped something on the floor and bent forward to pick it up, offering him an enticing glimpse of the deep valley between her generous breasts, it had been worth it. It had gotten difficult, sneaking into his private bathroom to jack himself off at least twice a day to avoid a sexual harassment suit, but he’d learned to deal with it, just as he’d learned to deal with the wet dreams that had him waking up in the middle of the night, with a raging hard on and aching balls. But now, knowing that she felt the same way, there was no going back.
“I don’t
“Grace, do not even think of walking out that door without an explanation!”
Grace turned to see face him, looming over her. She could see a vein throbbing in his neck, proof of just how angry he was. It was her own sick and twisted mind that made it seem so incredibly hot to her. It didn’t help that he looked just as he did in every dirty fantasy she’d ever entertained about him. His tie had long since been discarded, as had his jacket and his shirtsleeves were rolled back to reveal tanned skin stretched taut over muscle and lightly dusted with dark hair. He’d run his fingers through his dark hair and the waves were slightly disheveled. Green eyes were flashing daggers beneath dark, straight brows.
“An explanation for what, sir?” she asked, challengingly.
Gritting his teeth, Anthony fought to keep his anger in check. When he’d made a beeline for the door, panic had set in. He’d known from the moment that book had been placed on his desk that he would never let her go. From the fact that she wasn’t blushing to the roots of her dark hair, he knew that she was too devastated to even process what was happening. But that wasn’t the letter that had swayed his decision to push her. Opening that diary, reading the profane and intensely sexual fantasies of his quiet, mild mannered secretary had sent his libido into overdrive. What it had revealed to him was proof that Grace was his. Still, he called her bluff, “Your resignation, Miss Callahan, or firing you? I pay you well because I value your work and you do it remarkably well. But that’s professional, and your diary was hardly that. You’re a very dirty girl, Grace.”
“This isn’t funny,” she said. “I don’t appreciate you teasing me this way. It’s humiliating.”
“More humiliating than your dirty little fantasy about being spanked on my desk?”
She did blush then and ducked her head to avoid looking at him. “I will submit my resignation on Monday morning. I’ve enjoyed working at Callahan Industries and I have learned so much working for you this past year, but it is time for me to explore other avenues.” Avenues that didn’t leave her aching and wet at the end of each day, lusting for a man she couldn’t have, and now being utterly humiliated because he was aware of it. Being ignored was preferable to being pitied. Grace wasn’t blind. She knew precisely what she looked like, and with her extra curvy figure and her dark, perpetually messy hair, she was not the type of woman that Anthony Callahan would ever look twice at. It had become painful to come to work every day, to look at the man she wanted more than anything else in the world and know that she would never have him.
Anthony raked a hand through his hair. Grace Callahan was the most efficient secretary he’d ever had. His office had never run so smoothly as when he’d put her in charge. If it had been a little uncomfortable for him at times, watching her lush bottom wiggle as she filed the forms, or noting the way she crossed her legs beneath the glass topped desk. Or, dear god help him, when she dropped something on the floor and bent forward to pick it up, offering him an enticing glimpse of the deep valley between her generous breasts, it had been worth it. It had gotten difficult, sneaking into his private bathroom to jack himself off at least twice a day to avoid a sexual harassment suit, but he’d learned to deal with it, just as he’d learned to deal with the wet dreams that had him waking up in the middle of the night, with a raging hard on and aching balls. But now, knowing that she felt the same way, there was no going back.
“I don’t
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