The Jarrods: Inheritance: Taming Her Billionaire Boss. Emilie Rose

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СКАЧАТЬ she ushered the staff member into his office, all the while keeping her face neutral whenever she looked at her boss. He seemed equally as disinterested in her, though she knew otherwise. What he was and what he seemed were two different things. She could recognize that in another person. After all, wasn’t she an expert at the same thing?

      Midmorning while Blake was busy at a staff meeting in the Great Room, Samantha picked up the telephone with a heavy heart and did what she had to do. She called Mary Wentworth back and spoke to her about a replacement. The other woman was surprised to hear she was leaving, but was more than happy to help. Mary promised she would e-mail some résumés of suitable applicants within a few hours.

      Blake returned after the meeting, formally asked if there were any messages, then strode straight into his office. Samantha’s heart sank at how cold he was, but there was nothing she could do about it. She still had to leave.

      At lunchtime she had some sandwiches sent up from the kitchen, and Blake made it apparent that he preferred to eat at his desk by himself, with his door closed between them. Usually they ate together while discussing work. Or if they ate at their own desks, the door remained open.

      Not this time.

      And that was fine with her, she decided, growing more and more upset. She needed a filter to stop the waves of anger coming out of his office anyway. To clear her head, she went for a walk in the fresh air. Blake didn’t ask where she’d been when she returned and she didn’t offer. It was plain to see he was no longer concerned about her.

      By late afternoon, Samantha had had enough of his attitude. He’d chastised her after she’d put through a call he hadn’t wanted to take. He’d found fault with a letter she’d typed up for his signature. And he’d told her to go recheck some figures on a report that she knew were correct.

      When she brought the report back, she deliberately placed another folder on top of it.

      His head shot up. “What’s this?”

      “Résumés. They all come highly recommended.”

      His lips flattened. “I didn’t ask you to do this.”

      She angled her chin. “It’s what you pay me to do.”

      “I pay you to do what you’re told.”

      She gasped, then held herself rigid. “That’s unfair of you. You don’t mind me being proactive in other things with my job. It’s why I’m such a good assistant and you know it.”

      “We’re talking fairness now, are we? You’re the one leaving me. How fair is that?”

      “I’m not leaving you, Blake,” she lied. “Anyway, don’t take it personally, remember? That’s what you said to me when you reminded me of my contract obligations.”

      He muttered a curse, but for Samantha the last straw had already broken the camel’s back. “I can’t continue under these conditions, Blake. If you won’t treat me right, then I’ll pack my things and leave tonight. And I don’t care if you take me to court for breach of contract either.” She hesitated, but only for a second. “I believe I could make a good case for justifying my leaving anyway, considering the personal turn our relationship has taken.”

      There was a lengthy silence.

      His eyes challenged hers. “Would you go that far?”

      She gave a jerky nod. “If pushed I would. Don’t doubt that.”

      He held her gaze with narrowed eyes.

      And then suddenly something happened and a suspicion of admiration began to glint in them. “Way to go!” he said softly, startling her. “You’re a tough little madam. I always knew you could hold your own in your job, but I never thought to see the day when you used it against me.”

      A little of the tension went out of her. “So things will return to normal?” she asked cautiously.

      “No.”

      Her heart dropped.

      “Things can never be normal between us again. Not since last night.” He drew a long breath, as if taking a moment before making a decision. “I don’t want to see you go, but I don’t want to keep you here against your will either. If you want to go then I have to accept it.”

      It wasn’t what she wanted at all.

      It was what she had to do.

      “Thank you, Blake.”

      “But at least stay until your contract runs out.” He waited a moment. “I’m not asking for the job and I’m not asking for the sex. I’m asking for me.”

      She caught her breath. This was the best she could hope for, the best it could get, and she wasn’t about to argue with that. She would take her happiness where she could.

      A whisper of joy filled her. “Okay, yes. I’ll stay until my contract runs out, Blake,” she said, and watched him let out a shuddering breath that touched her greatly. He really did want her to stay so that he could be with her.

      Clearly satisfied now they were back on an even keel, he leaned back in his chair with a look she had no trouble translating. “Go over there and lock the door.”

      A tiny shiver of anticipation went down her spine. “Blake, I can’t … I don’t …”

      “You can.” His eyes turned deeper blue. “I seriously need to make love to you, Samantha.”

      Her heart tilted. Oh, she wanted that, too. She darted a look at the door. “The others—”

      “Will think we don’t want to be disturbed.” He gave a crooked smile. “And they’d be right.” He waited a moment. “You can always race into my washroom if anyone comes.”

      Wanting this … wanting him … she went and locked the heavy wood door, but ducked her head out into her office first to make sure no one was there. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she muttered, turning the lock.

      “Don’t think about it.” He looked amused and she decided that if he wanted her, then he was going to have her. And she would wipe that amusement right off his face.

      Fingers going to the buttons of her long-sleeved blouse, she began to undo each one as she approached him across the plush carpet.

      One eyebrow lifted. “Are you teasing me, Miss Thompson?”

      “Actually I think I am.”

      He smiled, and she smiled, then his smile started to slip as she completely undid the blouse, leaving it hanging open over her black bra. She marveled at where this seductress in her was coming from, but didn’t let it deter her. She wasn’t about to waste a minute of it.

      She reached the side of the desk. “More?”

      “Oh, yeah.”

      “You’re the boss.”

      Her hands were shaking a little as she slid the zipper of her slacks down, pushing them СКАЧАТЬ