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disloyal to you or my employment, or that you
think that the only reason he could be interested in me is to get at those
secrets."
     
"Come on, Allie," Sean said, leaning back a bit to give her some
space.
     
"What?  Which is it?"
     
"I know you're loyal to me, Allie, and to the company.  But sometimes, a
guy like that comes along, and..."
     
"And what?  The poor little homely secretary falls for the big powerful
businessman, who entices her into pillow talk to get the information he needs?
"
     
"You're not..."
  Allie had had enough.  She stood up within the confines of her boss' legs,
and tried to push them out of the way so she could move away from him.  But it
was like trying to move boulders.  Short of climbing onto the couch or straddling
his leg, she was stuck.
     
"Let me go," she said quietly.
     
"Not yet.  Sit back down."
     
Allie tried to reign in her temper.  "You may be my boss, but you do not
own me.  Now let me by.  If you need me, I'll be in my office on Monday morning
at 8:00."
     
But Sean refused.  "No.  Sit down, Allie."
     
Sighing, Allie lifted her head to the ceiling and counted to ten.  "Look. 
I'm not interested in Paul.  So that takes away any concern on your part about
what I tell him or talk to him about."
     
"Sit. Down."  Sean's tone of voice at last got through to Allie.  He
was angry.  Furious, really.  And Allie had no idea why.  She had seen him get
angry before, but never at her.  He never ever lost his temper with her.  Allie
sank back down onto the couch, crossing her hands in her lap and waiting.
     
With exaggerated patience, Sean stood up and began pacing the room.  "You
are my assistant.  Because of that, people may try to get close to you to find
out about specific things I do.  I don't know a lot about your personal life,
but you strike me as someone who is a bit shy and a bit naive.  I do not want
you to end up in a compromising position, just because you think that someone
cares for you when they are using you."
     
"You are getting more insulting by the minute, Mr. Greyson," Allie
said mildly, though inside she was fuming.  "I may be shy, but I'm not
naive.  And when it comes to Paul, you have absolutely no idea what you are
talking about.  And you're dead wrong."  She stood up again.  "I'm
leaving, sir.  Before I say something completely subordinate, and before you
insult me so badly that I can no longer work for you."
     
But Sean was between her and the door, and he stood his ground, a large and
intimidating figure, particularly in the dark suit he was wearing tonight. 
"No," he said, almost casually.  "You're not leaving yet.  Not
until I tell you that you can."
     
"What do you want me to say?" Allie asked in exasperation. 
"That I'll stay away from Paul?  I can't do that.  I run into him from
time to time.  That I won't ever talk to him again?  Again, I can't do it.  I
actually like the guy.  But I have never, and would never, talk to him about
you, about my work, or about anything that you are planning.  What more do you
want from me?"
     
Despite his imposing figure, Sean moved quickly when he wanted to, and within
seconds, he was standing directly in front of Allie, his hands reaching out to
grasp her shoulders.  Looking down at her, he shook his head slowly.  "I'm
not sure what I want from you, Allie.  I just know that I don't want you to get
hurt.  And I certainly don't want you to get hurt because of me."
     
Allie reached up to try to dislodge his hands.  "I'm a big girl, Mr.
Greyson," she pointed out.
     
But Sean was looking down at where his hands grasped Allie's shoulders. 
"You're actually quite small," he said slowly.  "A tiny girl
dressed in a big girl's clothing.  Why do you do it, Allie?  Why do you wear
clothing that doesn't fit you?"
     
Allie yanked herself away.  "What I wear isn't your concern, Mr.
Greyson," she said quickly.  "I wear what I'm comfortable in."
     
"Most women would wear