Page 31 of Tempting All The Way

My lips tip up before I spin around. I did go to a little extra effort this morning. I might not have many curves but I have some, and today I made sure my skirt was extra tight. My heels extra tall. And my pale-pink blouse just a little sheer. So I know he can see the white lace bra I have on under it.

“Clothes, Mr Christianson,” I answer him.

His eyes roam from my feet, up my legs—hovering on the split that runs up the left side of my pencil skirt—before continuing all the way to my face. “Burn them. I never want to see you wearing that.” He waves a hand over my body. “In this office. Ever again.”

Tilting my head at him, I squint my eyes. “What are you? The fashion police?” I ask, a hand cocked on my hip. I’m ready to battle. If I can’t get him to release the built-up tension within me, then I’ll take all my frustrations out on him with my words.

“No, I’m your fucking boss,” he says.

“Yeah, well, there is nothing about this outfit that goes against the company dress code, so you can either write up an official warning or get the hell over yourself.” I storm out of his office.

Who the hell does he think he is, telling me what to wear? Rule number three—no personal calls or messages at work—is about to be broken. I pull my phone out of my bag and fire off a text to Lucy.

Me:

I’m going to kill him. Tell your parents I’m sorry but the world is better off with one less asshole in it.

I’m surprised when she responds immediately; she’s not usually out of bed this early.

LuLu:

What’d he do? Also, please don’t kill him. Because if you do, I’ll have to inherit everything, and I don’t want that.

Huh, I don’t know what that’s about. Lucy’s always been so set on taking over the Christianson empire when she graduates university.

Me:

He told me to burn my outfit and never wear it to work again.

LuLu:

So don’t wear it again. Wear something even sexier. Make him hurt where it counts.

Me:

Operation give Xavier blue balls is a go!

LuLu:

Eww, I don’t want to picture my brother’s balls.

Me:

They’re unusually spectacular. It won’t work anyway. He’s already getting it somewhere else.

LuLu:

WHAT? No way.

Me:

Yes way.

LuLu:

I’m coming for lunch today. See you in a few hours.

Tucking my phone away, I fire up my computer and start sifting through the million emails in the company inbox.

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