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I hadn’t kept my door locked.
    “I’m going to cut to the chase,” she replied, approaching my desk. “I have a big problem with your new ‘assistant.’” She put air quotes around the last word.
    “And what might that be?” I asked, the conversation already making me feel uncomfortable.
    “She’s all wrong for you and this company. She’s pure uneducated trailer trash.”
    My blood curdled. “No, she’s not. She’s an angel.”
    She scoffed at me. “She’s totally not capable of being your personal assistant.”
    My blood pressure was rising. “What makes you say that?”
    “I read her respondent application. She has nothing more than a high school education. And the only job she’s ever held is being a waitress at some rinky-dink diner that went out of business.”
    I had the highest respect for waitresses. They worked hard and were eager to please. My own mother had been a waitress at a diner and that’s how she met my father.
    “She’s after your money, Owen. I can detect a shrew the same way a bloodhound can sniff out a wild boar. She’s ready to serve you her slothenly body on a silver platter. She’s so not for you. You need someone who is your match. Someone who is smart, aggressive, ruthless, ambitious, and fit. Someone like m—”
    I cut her off before she could finish her sentence. “No, Clint. I think you’re wrong.” I was referring to what she said about Olive, but my remark could also apply to my personal feelings about her. Or should I say my lack of feelings; I had no romantic interest in Clint whatsoever. She was so far from being my type. Totally wrong. An uptight, entitled, self-righteous skinny bitch, who seemed to have a pickle up her butt.
    “That’ll be all,” I said dismissively.
    “No, Owen. Let me show you what I mean.”
    A fiendish smirk streaked across her face. Before I could say another word, she rounded my desk and shoved my chair back against my credenza, which thankfully stopped me from slamming into the wall. With the force she’d used, I’d likely have gotten a concussion. I had no idea she was so strong. On my next harsh breath, she was straddling my lap.
    “Get off of me,” I barked.
    Ignoring my plea, she huffed. “Owen, you need a woman who can grab a man by his balls. Who’s not afraid to take control.” She fisted my collar, drawing me closer to her. “You don’t know what you’ve been missing.”
    I did. My Olive.
    I had enough. What the hell had gotten into her? As I was about to bounce her off my lap, she yanked off my tie and ripped opened the buttons of my expensive dress shirt. What the hell was she doing? Before I could ask, she smacked her lips on mine and gave me a rabid kiss that was more like a savage bite—especially since she growled as she gnawed my lips. I thought about shoving her off me, but my rage was so great I feared I’d hurt her with my brutal strength and get hit with a harassment rap. With this in my mind, I turned my head and pressed my lips tight, trying to resist her.
    Then it got worse. She dug her nails into my exposed flesh, so deeply I’m sure she drew blood, and rocked her taut body all over my cock. If she thought she was getting me hard, she was wrong. All she was doing was giving me a rash. My poor aching cock. On the next blink of my eyes, she began to pull down my fly.
    “I’m going to give you some real pussy.”
    “What the fuck are you doing, Clint?” I cried out as I captured her wrist.
    “Showing you what you’ve missed.” Determined to free her hand, she went back to gnawing me. I couldn’t stand the way she tasted or kissed me. Everything felt so wrong. So very wrong.
    “E-excuse me, Mr. King—”
    The shocked sweet little voice drifted into my ears. My heart skipped a beat. It was my Olive, standing at the doorway with her jaw dropped to the floor and her hand cupped to her mouth. With adrenaline flowing through my veins, I pushed Clint off my lap, sending her to the floor on her