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Today was Monday, andby herself She ht him coffee, wrote his letters, screened his emails, took phone calls, kept his files in order, and a host of other activities It was si co useful, of being efficient once more And she especially loved it when Greyson would stop by to offer her a feords of praise, to tell her what a good job she was doing

Actually, she loved it whenever he talked to her at all He had a rich, deep voice that was like a velvet hand stroking down her spine His sed with thick, black lashes that h there was never anything in them but polite respect

Occasionally she thought she’d gli that accelerated her pulse and caused her to lick her lips, but it was gone so fast she was sure she was just i it His ten thousand dollar suits were perfectly tailored to show off his tall, er than the norm—it curled to just below his jawline

She often thought about running her hands through the wavyabout it He was her boss She couldn’t have these feelings about him And even if he wasn’t her boss, she knew he’d never be interested in her anyway His was the type with tall, skinny models on his arm

There was no reason for a man like him to look her hen any of those women would lick his feet if he asked them to

She stepped off the elevator and into the spaciously appointed waiting area, with lush crea Her desk sat in the center of the room—the bastion that protected Greyson’s office froh her unless either she or Greyson sanctioned it That was one of her duties, and she was proud to uphold it

Usually Greyson was in his office, already started in on his work for the day But this ainst the outer edge of Eva’s desk Confused, she nevertheless stepped forward to greet him, but the smile froze on her lips when his eyes rey, like snow clouds in winter His face was a stone mask

“Good an, then stopped as he cut her off with a raised finger

“In my office Now”

He turned abruptly and stalked inside, and she followed on his heels, her heart thundering painfully His office was spacious—the skyscraper the building was housed it was cylindrical rather than having corners, and so the room was shaped like a quarter of a circle rather than a square, with the curved wall colossy black, with several paintings and ornate shelving cabinets as well The center of the rooany, and t-backed, comfortable chairs for visitors

Greyson shut and locked the door behind him, then rounded on her She backed up at the full force of his displeasure focused on her, and felt her legs graze one of those chairs Try as she , what she had done to earn his wrath

“Did you really think you were going to get aith this?” he asked, his voice deceptively soft

“G-get ahat?” Tears pricked at her eyes as she began to tremble

He snatched papers off his desk and waved them in front of her nose Her vision was too watery tosank into her chest as it hit her—it was her resume

“I decided to give your credentials a closer look Only one of your references ree, are false” His eyebrows arched as real fear flashed in her eyes “What do you have to say about that?”

“Thereat straws She reached for the resu numbers, or misspelled a name”

“Nice try, Ms Moore But I don’t believe it” He leaned in close to her, his six foot five,shoulders “A little liar like you needs to be disciplined”

Eva’s one ue out to wet her lips, and his eyes followed theit was about to pounce on

“A-are you going to fire me?”

“I could do that,” he said softly “But despite your lies, I like you Over the past week you have made an excellent assistant so far—I knehat I sahen I interviewed you and that you had guts and determination”

Fear had frozen her vocal chords; she dared not say anything lest she change his mind His face was so close to her that his breath fanned her face—warm, laced with some kind of minty freshness and a hint of coffee His lips curved into a cruel smile as he lifted her chin and forced her to look directly into his eyes She blinked back tears so as to straighten her watery vision She would show him that determination he had praised, even if he did fire her What she had done was not out of malice, but necessity If he threw her out on her ass, she would go with her head held high