"I guess that answers my question." Shane grumbled the words and the lift ground to a halt on their floor. He flashed her a brief smile and stepped away from her. A heady rush of feminine power surged through Emma when she saw him discreetly adjust his cock through his tailored trousers.
She had done that to him, and right now she didn't care one iota. Men’s appendages had a mind of their own, and it most likely didn't mean a thing. Mind you, if she in a tight skirt had that reaction on him, then she would gladly endure the torture of having to keep her belly sucked in more often. She stepped out of the lift with a rather uncharacteristic sway to her hips, and she grinned when Shane swore under his breath behind her.
It was an entirely too air fairy notion but she swore she could feel his heated gaze on her butt cheeks as she walked, and he swore again when she sat down and allowed the hem of her dress to ride up her thighs until they exposed the tops of her thigh-high stockings.
He plonked the coffee tray on her desk with much more force than necessary and she jumped when Shane twirled her chair around and pushed it back against her desk. With his hands braced on the back rest and him standing right between her legs, she had nowhere to go. Her breathing hitched and her clit tingled as though he was actually touching it. It was insane to be this turned on in the middle of the office, which was fast filling up with her colleagues. Yet, Emma couldn’t look away either and somehow it didn't matter, as the world narrowed to just the two of them locked in their bubble of sexual awareness.
"Really, neither one of you get paid to stare at each other. Distribute those coffees, and you better have that report ready for the CEO, Emma."
Liz's shrill tones broke the moment, and Emma almost felt sorry for the woman when Shane growled—an honest-to-goodness growl that would have done any large cat proud and was the sexiest sound ever, as far as Emma was concerned.
Maybe it was the suit, but right now Shane looked every inch the successful businessman about to pounce on his opponent and crush them under his polished Italian loafers. That fact registered with some bemusement as he stepped away from her.
"You mean the plans that you ought to have prepared and shoved onto Emma's work plate at the last minute? Those plans, right? Together with the coffees that a personal assistant of her caliber should never be reduced to having to collect? That's what you mean, Ms. Goven?"
The formal address wasn't lost on Emma either, and she could see the other woman positively bristle under his harsh tone. Power and authority radiated off him in waves right now. Gone was the easygoing Shane she'd joked with every day at work and in his place was a ruthless businessman. Rather than be appalled at the change as she surely ought to have been, every feminine cell in her body sighed in submission instead.
"Who do you think you are talking to, Shane?"
The ice in Liz's voice could have frozen the hottest chili, yet Shane simply smiled. It didn't reach his eyes, and dread squeezed Emma's insides until she could barely breathe. He would lose his job if he carried on like this. Everyone knew that Liz slept with the boss, and as far as he was concerned the sun shone out the other woman's ass. He might not be CEO anymore as of today, but no doubt he'd have ensured his mistress was taken care of under the new management.
Pissing Liz off like this was not the best career move, especially not when done in Emma's defense. There was no love lost between the two women, and Liz had had it in for Emma from the moment she'd started working under the woman.
"Shane it's okay, really." Emma said. "You don't have to—"
"This is far from okay, Em, and you know that." Shane interrupted her whispered protest and pushed his hands into his trouser pockets. "I told you things will change around here, and they will start with Ms. Goven here, and her misuse of company time and work force."
"Don't make me laugh, Shane." Liz said with a sneer. "You haven't got the authority to change anything around here. In fact, you're fired, as of now. Pack your stuff and I'll have security escort you off the premises."
Emma gasped, but Shane didn't react at all.
"No need, I'm out of here," he said.
Shane gave Liz a look of utter contempt, winked at Emma, and added, "We'll see who will be escorted off the premises, won't we?"
With those ominous words Shane stalked out of the office.
Chapter Two
After that tumultuous start to her day, the remainder dragged by agonizingly slowly, even though Emma was busier than ever, thanks to Liz delegating work to her. As much as she wanted to throw the files at the bleached blonde's face, she needed this job, dammit, so Emma kept her head down and ignored the gossipmongers. She also steadfastly refused to look across to Shane's desk, which remained empty. At least no nameless security guard had come to pack his belongings into a box, but where was he? And where was the new CEO?
Liz spent the day on the phone and flitting about the office in
