Page 51 of Sweet Animosity

Vivian clasped her hands together in delight, which only pushed her boobs up further. “And that’s how three Chicago police officers stopped traffic on Randolph Street to save my high heels.”

More laughter.

Pulling my GSh-18 semi-automatic pistol out of its shoulder holster, I fired a single round into the floor, knowing the thick, reinforced cement below the polished wood would harmlessly capture the bullet.

“Get the fuck away from her!” I bellowed.

They scattered like rats.

Vivian slowly rose. “Was that necessary?”

I holstered the gun. “Very.” Nodding, I asked, “Where did this come from?”

Vivian ran her hands along the edge of the desk. “Isn’t it great? Some of the boys were nice enough to retrieve it for me from an empty office.”

Some of the boys?

My arm moved toward my gun again, tempted to chase the helpful boys down and put a bullet in them. I just bet they were eager to help her out.

“Nice isn’t exactly the word I would use.” My gaze traveled over her. “What are you wearing?”

Her chin rose as she smoothed her hands over her gorgeous hips. “I happen to like this outfit. It’s very Mad Men.”

The black dress hugged every curve. On a normal woman, the collar would be respectable, but on Vivian’s pin-up girl, wet dream body, it was borderline pornographic.

My blood boiled at the idea of other men coming into the office to ogle her. “This is an office. Put on a jacket or something.”

She crossed her arms under her chest, which only made the problem worse. “I don’t have a jacket.”

My cock stirred to life as I buttoned my suit coat to hide my uncontrolled reaction to her presence. I was no better than my own men. “I have an extra suit in my office. You can put on the jacket.”

She frowned. “I’m not ruining my outfit by wearing your big jacket over it.”

“Then go home and change.”

“That will take at least two hours. It took forever to find street parking this morning. I’ll never find another spot.”

“Why didn’t you park in the garage?”

“Because I didn’t have the code.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Tell me again how having a secretary was supposed to reduce my stress?”

She squared her shoulders. “I prefer assistant.”

“Woman!” Storming around the desk, I snatched her upper arm.

She dug in her heels. “What are you doing? I’m not going anywhere. You promised me this job!”

“I’m taking you shopping,” I ground out.

Her face brightened as she grabbed her purse from the corner of the desk. “Oh! Well, that’s different.”

As we rode the elevator down to the private level of the parking garage, I stared ahead, knowing that if I looked right at her, I would slam my fist against the emergency button just so I could fuck her senseless.

Rubbing my jaw, I said, “We need to get a few things straight. You do nothing and go nowhere inside the Four Monks without my permission. Is that understood?”

Her lower lip pushed out in a pout. “I needed a desk.”

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