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of the most surprising.  "Paul? 
He's a friend of a friend.  I know him socially.  Why?"
     
"You looked fairly cozy out on the patio tonight."
     
"With Paul?" Allie couldn't quite get her head around what Sean was
asking.  Was he asking her if she was involved with the man?  That was actually
kind of funny, she thought.
     
"Yes," Sean said with exaggerated patience.  "With Paul."
     
"You're asking me if I'm involved with Paul," Allie said, needing to
clarify where her boss was going with this.
     
"Yes, I am," he said.  "Are you?"
     
Allie sighed.  "I'm going home, Mr. Greyson.  Like I said, it's
late."
     
With one quick motion, Sean shifted forward, his legs on either side of Allie's,
essentially trapping her in her chair.
     
"What are you doing?" she asked, panicking slightly.  Close quarters
like these might mean that he'd see the streaks of the horrible makeup she
wore, and wonder.  "Let me up, please."
     
But Sean didn't move.  He was more than a little uneasy at Allie's panicked
response, since it could easily mean guilt.  Instead, he moved his legs a bit
closer together until they touched Allie's, and he leaned forward, his elbows
on his knees.
     
"Mr. Greyson, please.  Let me up."
     
"Tell me about Paul."
     
But Allie wasn't thinking about Paul at the moment.  All she could think about was
the man in front of her.  Her boss.   His hard legs pressed against hers, and
his green eyes roamed her face.  Allie fought hard against the sudden
attraction that came rolling in.  Again.  The same attraction that she had
fought against for ages, and seemed to have to beat down every few weeks or so.
     
They had worked closely together for over a year.  They talked.  They
occasionally traveled together.  They occasionally ate together.  But apart
from a few light touches on the shoulder or the arm, he had never ever touched
her.  And now, within the space of just a few days, that was changing.  And it
terrified Allie.  As long as she thought of him as her boss, as a machine that
dictated what she did and when, she could keep her feelings buried deep inside
of her.  And she needed to keep them buried.  She knew what had happened with
Sean's previous secretaries, and she was not going to let that happen to her. 
She was good at her job, and she was learning more than she'd expected when she
took the position.  The moment she let her attraction to Sean show, she would
be moved on.  Maybe not out of the company, but out of her position.  She
needed to get a hold of her feelings.
     
Sean was watching carefully as his mousy little assistant looked everywhere but
at him.  He knew the effect he had on many women, but he knew his Allie, and
she was unaffected by him, so this reaction of hers must be something else. 
And he intended to find out what.
     
"Look at me, Allie," he said firmly, his voice a touch chillier than
she'd ever heard it before.
     
She forced herself to look him in the eyes, but dropped her gaze almost
immediately.  Let him think she was shy, she thought.  She didn't need him
looking at her that intimately.
     
"Tell me about Paul," he said again.
     
But Allie shook her head and sighed. "Look.  It's late.  I'm tired.  We
can talk through anything that needs to be talked about at the office on
Monday.  But for now, I need to go home."
     
"You're not going anywhere until we've cleared this up."
     
"There is nothing to clear!" Allie said in exasperation, looking at
him at last.  "You are the boss.  I'm the employee.  When it comes to
professional things, I do as you tell me to.  You pay me well for that.  But
this is after hours, and this has nothing to do with work. "
     
"It has everything to do with work."
     
"How do you figure that?"
     
"Paul is a competitor."
     
Allie crossed her arms and looked indignantly at her boss.  "And you think
I'm selling off trade secrets?  I'm not sure whether to be more insulted at the
fact that you think that I'm that