Page 4 of Contract Of Shame

“No, just for today.” Scarlet watched Harry for several minutes before she moved to her desk.

Richard stood in his doorway waiting for her. She followed behind him and carefully shut the door.

“I’m sorry about bringing Harry.” She stopped when he held a hand up.

“What about the father?”

“What?”

“Couldn’t his father care for him?” He folded his hands over his chest, observing her.

“His father didn’t want us.” Not the complete truth, but near enough and at least the best explanation her boss was going to get.Scarlet blocked out the rest of her thoughts. She couldn’t think of that man, time, or place.

“What about your parents?” he asked, interrupting her thoughts.

“No. They’re gone as well.”

“I’m sorry for the third degree,” he said.

“You’re asking a couple of questions about one of your employees. Not really the third degree,” she said.

“He won’t stop you doing your job?”

“I’m here, and I intend to work for my wages,” She buttoned her suit jacket up. The top button beneath her breasts refused, and she left it.

Scarlet glanced up in time to see Richard staring at her breasts.

The open heat from his gaze warmed her from the pit of her stomach all the way through her body, curling her toes. She shouldn’t be having feelings like this for her boss. No matter who he was, she shouldn’t be this affected by him.

“Is that all, Sir?” she asked.

“Yes. For now.”

She left him and made sure to close the door quietly. Without thought, she went about her duties at work. The pounding of her heart made her question her sensibilities.

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