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walkway. “Just yell if you need me.”
    “I will,” she said. But she probably wouldn’t. For one, Milo’s office was pretty soundproof. She knew that because he was often playing loud music in there that she didn’t hear until the door swung open.
    None of the usual rules applied to him.
    “I’ll be right back,” she said, knocking on the door. When Milo opened it, that usually nauseating grin on his face, she released a deep breath.
    She was already ready to be home with Limes, watching a movie. She looked at the clock on the wall as she walked in. Just a few more minutes and then she was free to go home.
    She sat in front of the desk as Milo sat behind it, the grin on his face widening as the door shut behind her.

7
    M ilo might have been smiling , but his eyes looked pissed. His normally pale skin was slightly flushed, and his eyes kept darting toward the door, where the blinds were drawn so no one could see in.
    “Is your ‘friend’ outside?” he asked.
    “Yes,” she said, not seeing how it was any of his business.
    “So you’ve been putting me off for months, and now you’re taking up with someone like that?” Milo asked.
    Suddenly, she kind of wished Limes had come in with her. Not that it was his fault he hadn’t. She’d insisted, and he’d respected that. But she sort of wished he could have been his usual, abrasive, pushy self instead, because Milo was looking even weirder than usual.
    She put her hands on the sides of her chair to start to stand. This had been a mistake. She should probably talk to HR. Why had she thought he really might even have a work problem to talk about? He never did.
    “Milo, it’s none of your business who I date,” she said. “If that’s all you wanted to talk about, I need to go.”
    But he was up out of the chair the next moment, coming over to her. She made a dash for the door, but he blocked it with his body, spreading his hands on either side, plastering himself to the wall. He grinned again, and her stomach dropped.
    Suddenly, the tacos weren’t sitting so well.
    Ugh. Usually, in their meetings, he had at least a legitimate reason for calling her in and then would slowly slip in creepy little comments or watch her squirm. But he hadn’t done anything like this, though she guessed on a visceral level, she’d always suspected he was capable of it.
    She looked at the doorknob, completely hidden by his body, and frowned. “Let me go or I’ll scream.”
    “And lose your job?” he asked. “Is that what you want?”
    He walked forward, and she was forced to step back to avoid him. He backed her up all the way against the desk, and she swallowed. She was so tired of men and their aggression. She put her hands up and pushed on his chest, hating touching him but needing to move him off.
    As much as Limes thought she wouldn’t fight at all, that wasn’t totally the truth. She would fight if she had to. She just didn’t want to. She always seemed to come out on bottom when she did.
    “Milo, I’m going to HR if you don’t stop this. This is harassment.”
    He leaned in, his breath warm, his hands on either side of her on the desk. “You think they’d listen to you over me? My dad controls their jobs as well.”
    “What do you want?” she asked.
    “You,” he said. “You know that. I don’t get why we can’t have fun sometimes, after work.” He grinned and looked around the office. “We could even do it here, during work, and no one would notice. That’s kind of tempting, isn’t it?”
    “No,” she said, pushing at him again. He finally stepped back, and she walked around him. But he grabbed her by the hand, stopping her from taking the doorknob.
    “Listen,” he said. “I don’t want to force you. But if you’re going to take up with garbage like that guy out there, then I’m giving you an ultimatum. You think about what I’m offering, or I’ll make sure you lose your job.”
    “You don’t have any right to do that,” she said.