Page 10 of Boss

“Relax,” he ordered her with raw satisfaction when she parted her thighs.His thumb probed and his fingers set aside her panty

“Mr. Marshall that will be enough. Stop!” she pushed him back, quickly adjusting her dress. He drew back to his seat and smiled. She realized her breast was not only out her bra cup but the front of her as well. “Are you like this with every woman on a job interview?”

“Depends on what she’s interviewing for,” he chuckled.

“Mr. Marshall I’m not done being honest—”

“Call me Tarek,” he said and fell back on his seat.

“Okay, Tarek. You'd have to offer a hell of a lot more than a desk job if you want to fuck me.”

“So we're back to being honest?” he asked.

“You just had your hand on my vagina. All I got left now, is honesty.”

“Then tell me who you’re working for?”

“What?”

“Who hired you for this little seduction?” he demanded.

“No one.”

“Don't bullshit me,” he grumbled. “Your name isn't Angela Brown. Is it? Did Dale set this up? My brother. Are you working for him?”

Kassidy chewed on her bottom lip. She looked over at him, and then back to the window. She had the credentials. Daniel had his hackers create all the necessary changes to bury Kassandra Turner.

“I am Angela Brown. That part is true. But I didn't intern with the congressman. In fact, I've never been to Africa.”

“No shit?” Tarek said.

“I’m a consultant, and a good one. I may have embellished my accomplishments but I am the real thing. I don’t work for your brother. I want to work for you. I want to be at the table. Look at what I've done so far. I'm seated next to thee Tarek Marshall.”

“Okay,” he said.

“Okay?” she asked.

“Sounds like the truth to me,” Tarek said.

She wasn't sure if he meant it, but she decided to accept his answer. He glanced over at her and she dared again, to look into his predatory eyes. “How about a late dinner?”

Was it a genuine offer or a set up? She wasn't sure. But Tarek Marshall was right. Without risk, there are no rewards.

“Okay.”

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