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inviting her wordlessly to do the same, and
shook her hand again. “Welcome to Creative Enterprises, Ms. Moore.”
    “Thank
you Mr. Stone,” she said sincerely as she gripped his hand. “I won’t let you
down.”
    He
watched her walk out the door, her ample hips swaying gently in that black
dress. “Hmm, I’m sure you won’t,” he murmured.

 
    ****
    Eva
parked her Honda outside the skyscraper Creative Enterprises was housed in.
There was a bounce in her step as she traversed the pavement and entered the
revolving doors, then crossed the lobby with a click of her new platform pumps
against the black tile. Not even the elevator music could dim her smile as she
rode up to the top floor to begin her workday.
    She’d
been at the company for a week now, and was having the time of her life. Jada had been there for the first three days, showing her
where everything was, setting her up with computer passwords and explaining her
duties. By the beginning of the fourth day Jada had
proclaimed to Greyson that Eva was a quick student
and had taken the ropes quite well. She assured them both that she wasn’t
needed anymore, and gave Eva her number and told her she could call anytime if
she had questions.
    Today
was Monday, and marked the second day where she would be doing everything by
herself. She managed his schedule, brought him coffee, wrote his letters,
screened his emails, took phone calls, kept his files in order, and a host of
other activities. It was similar to what she’d done for the printing
company—just on a larger scale. She loved the feeling of being useful, of
being efficient once more.   And she
especially loved it when Greyson would stop by to
offer her a few words of praise, to tell her what a good job she was doing.
    Actually,
she loved it whenever he talked to her at all. He had a rich, deep voice that
was like a velvet hand stroking down her spine. His smoky grey eyes were
fringed with thick, black lashes that made her heart beat faster even though
there was never anything in them but polite respect.
    Occasionally
she thought she’d glimpsed something more, something that accelerated her pulse
and caused her to lick her lips, but it was gone so fast she was sure she was
just imagining it. His ten thousand dollar suits were perfectly tailored to
show off his tall, muscular body, and his thick, dark hair was a little longer
than the norm—it curled to just below his jawline.
    She
often thought about running her hands through the wavy mass, then blushed whenever she caught herself thinking about it. He was her boss. She
couldn’t have these feelings about him. And even if he wasn’t her boss, she
knew he’d never be interested in her anyway. His was the type with tall, skinny
models on his arm.
    There
was no reason for a man like him to look her way when any of those women would
lick his feet if he asked them to.
    She
stepped off the elevator and into the spaciously appointed waiting area, with
lush cream carpets and dark green walls with gilt edges on the molding. Her
desk sat in the center of the room—the bastion that protected Greyson’s office from the rest of the world. No one got
through her unless either she or Greyson sanctioned
it. That was one of her duties, and she was proud to uphold it.
    Usually Greyson was in his office, already started in on his
work for the day. But this morning he was in the lobby, a hip propped against
the outer edge of Eva’s desk. Confused, she nevertheless stepped forward to
greet him, but the smile froze on her lips when his eyes met hers. Today they
were a cold, iron grey, like snow clouds in winter. His face was a stone mask.
    “Good
morning, Mr. Stone—” she began, then stopped as
he cut her off with a raised finger.
    “In
my office. Now.”
    He
turned abruptly and stalked inside, and she followed on his heels, her heart
thundering painfully. His office was spacious—the skyscraper the building
was housed it was cylindrical rather than having