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Chapter Seventeen

Morgan sat in her car, staring at the Slade building. The parking lot was virtually empty. She had watched Marcie leave about two minutes ago. After the phone call, Morgan had taken time to shower before getting dressed. She wondered if she was expected to wear business attire even though it would be afterhours when she arrived.

She had ultimately gone with a light summer dress that was a pale blue color. Short but not too revealing anywhere,withpanties. She inhaled sharply and held her breath for a moment. Morgan let it out as she opened her car door and finally started toward the doors.

Emotions and thoughts were swirling through her mind at racecar speeds. Her heart felt like it could beat out of her chest. Was this the final goodbye? She guessed Mr. Slade wasn’t used to girls making him wait. When she finally got to the correct floor, she looked around and listened. She didn’t hear or see any signs that anyone else was still at work.

With her heart in her throat, she made her way to her office. When she got there, her stomach and heart sank. It was empty. No chair, desk, computer, or shelves. Nothing. She felt like crying right on the spot.I guess this is goodbye.Had he called her in to make this more difficult on her? Why not just fire her over the phone?Asshole.

Morgan had to force herself to walk to Mr. Slade’s office instead of just leaving altogether. She didn’t bother to knock. When she entered, she found him at his desk typing away. She huffed out a frustrated breath and walked toward him.

He spoke without even looking up. “You’re late, Ms. White. I said twenty minutes.”

“Yeah, sorry.” Morgan didn’t try to cover up her annoyance.

“Pardon me?” Finally, he looked up from his computer.

“Oh. Sorry,Sir.” She stopped just short of rolling her eyes.

Mr. Slade slowly stood from his desk. His stare intensified on her and her annoyance was gone in a split second. The way his eyes flashed with dominance had her knees weak. A nervousness was taking root in her. He walked around the side of his desk and stopped mere inches from her.

“How is this going to work if I can’t count on your punctuality?”

Morgan choked on her next breath. She coughed a couple times before getting a hold of herself. That nervousness flared and then slipped into fear. She was more than a little confused now.

“How is what going to work? I saw my empty office. Aren’t I here so you can fire me?”

His perfect lips curled up into a wicked smile. “Fire? No. I’m expanding your office. Construction starts tomorrow.”

“What? Why?”

“Your position has just become long term.”

Chapter Eighteen

Morgan stood there, blinking up at him, letting his meaning slither into her.

“Long term? So you aren’t hiring any more temps?”

“I don’t see the need to now. Do you?” Mr. Slade reached out and took a hold of her hips.

“But, wait.” Morgan wanted to believe him, but she was having trouble. “You said earlier that—”

“I know what I said, sweetie. I was wrong. There’s a first time for everything.” He snorted jokingly. “You can see that I couldn’t even make it through one day without you. I got literally no work done. My mind was on you. Really you would be helping out Slade, Inc. With you here, I can concentrate better and you know I’ll still need my stress relief from time to time.”

Mr. Slade’s eyes flashed before he bent down and kissed her. Her first reaction was to pull back. Maybe push him away, make him work for it. Her body wasn’t listening to her, however. Her mouth returned his kiss even harder than his. Her body started to grind into his.

Her mind was spinning in different directions. Could she really just give in to him even though he had been an ass?Stop fucking over-thinking it! What’s there to lose? A fiancé? Been there, done it. Time to just let go and see where this will take me. Good or bad, just live.

Finally, she pulled back from the kiss. She blinked up at him for a few seconds, thinking, before speaking.

“What if I decide to quit?” Morgan gave him a serious stare but couldn’t hold it long. Soon a slow smile spread over her face.

“Well, you’ll have to give me at least two weeks’ notice.” Mr. Slade’s eyes narrowed on her.

“What if you want to fire me?”

“I guess you’ll have to work hard so that doesn’t happen.” A satisfied smirk played on his lips. “But first, we need to address your punishment for being late and calling in sick.”

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