Page 6 of Vengeful Union

It’s not that I don’t love her, I do, it’s that she is too close to my father for comfort, and I will not be pulled back into that life.

It doesn’t help that my father and I clash a lot.

My father is a hard man to love.

Maybe I am, too.

I stand up, huffing out a breath. “We’ve been over this, Cassidy.”

“I love the way you say my name.” She presses her breasts together, and my eyes flicker down.

I’m still a man, after all, and even though they’re likely fake, they’re impressive.

“I know you want me too, Rory.”

I shake my head. “Even if I did, which Idon’t, I wouldn’t do this. You know that there’s a strict no-fraternization policy.”

She groans. “God, isn’t thereanythingyou do that’s exciting?”

I thin my lips. “I do plenty that’s exciting. But none of that is your business.”

She does crawl over the desk, perching on the edge of it.

Her eyes travel down my chest all the way to my crotch, and I will myself from allowing the blood to rush there.

I’m not made of stone, but I’m also not going to do this.

When her hands touch my waistband, I back away, against the window.

“Get out of my office.”

Cassidy rolls her eyes and stands up, clearly irritated. “Come on. As if you don’t know why I took this crappy job.”

“What?”

She’s been working here for two months, and she’s been all over me the whole time, but honestly, some women are more pushy than other. I thought it was just a matter of time until she gave up and focused on her job.

I’m handsome enough, I guess, but work is work, and I never ever let my wires cross bringing personal anything here.

I like women enough, but my focus is my career. Not saying I don’t occasionally hook up as a way to let out some frustration, but never here.

This work is important to me, and I’d never put it at risk for a piece of ass and a fleeting moment of pleasure.

“You’re aMurphy, for God’s sake,” she sneers. “I thought this whole thing was a front. I mean, a non-profit? It’s not like you don’t have billions.”

“You said in your interview that you loved to give back to the community.”

“Of course, I did! How else would I get access to you?” Her hands fly to the air. “You know what? It’s not worth it. I quit.”

She storms out of my office, and I let out a long breath, rubbing a hand across my face.

Wonderful.

I hired her because I needed a secretary or a personal assistant, or else I’d never figure out all my appointments. I’m the head accountant at Waste Not, Want Not. The company was founded as a non-profit, and although I didn’t make a crazy wage, we do all right for ourselves. And we offer full benefits for all employees.

The office manager, Sheila, sticks her head in.

“Did Cassidy finally get fired?”

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