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clothing that shows off their bodies.  You hide
yours.  Why, Allie?"
     
Allie closed her eyes and prayed for patience.  When she opened them, Sean was
watching her carefully.
     
"Mr. Greyson, my private life is not your concern.  Now will you please
let me go so I can call a cab?  I'm not only tired, I'm getting increasingly
irritated, and more and more likely to quit.  So if you don't want to spend all
of next week training a new assistant, you need to let me arrange for a car to
come for me."
     
Sean shook his head, smiling slightly. "You won't quit," he assured
her.
     
But Allie wasn't smiling when she said, "No, probably not."
     
"I think I'll take you home myself," Sean said quietly, shoving his
hands in his pockets and leaning against his desk.
     
"Not necessary," Allie protested.  "It's late."
     
"And by the time you call your driver and he makes it out here, and then
gets you home, it will be much later.  You did a lot of work tonight, Allie. 
The least I can do is drive you home."
     
Allie sighed.  "All right," she agreed.  "Can we please go
now?"
     
Sean nodded, then motioned for Allie to proceed him out the door.  Again, he
noted how poorly her dress fit her, both in style and color, but he would cut
out his tongue before mentioning it to her again.  She chose the dress for a
reason, he thought.  And it was none of his business.
     
Settling Allie into the passenger seat of his car, he moved over to the
driver's side.  He had had Allie in his car many times before, and never
thought anything of it.  But tonight, the car seemed too small, the passenger
seat too close, and he could smell the soft scent of the woman next to him.
     
Forcing his attention to the road, Sean drove Allie home, his movements sure as
he took the curves of the roads with ease.  By the time he pulled up in front
of Allie's apartment building, the tension between them was thick.
     
"Thank you for the ride," Allie said quietly as she pulled her coat
around her and reached for the door.
     
"You're welcome," Sean said, keeping both hands firmly on the
steering wheel.  "I'll see you on Monday."
     
"Monday," Allie repeated as she opened the door and stepped out of
the car.  "Enjoy the rest of your weekend."
     
Sean waited until Allie was safely inside her apartment before pulling away
from the curb.  He had wanted to walk her to the door, he realized, but knew
that doing so was inviting trouble.  Allie was nothing like any woman he had
ever been attracted to, and he had worked alongside her for over a year without
ever feeling any attraction at all to her.  So what was different now?  What
had changed?
     
It was true that he now realized that she had a pretty amazing body under those
awful suits.  And he genuinely liked her as a person.  But her skin was awful. 
Her hair was awful.  Those glasses she wore were awful.  But when she had
looked up at him with those soft eyes, as she had in his study tonight,
something had shifted.  He had wanted to kiss her.  And that, he thought, was a
problem.
     
He could not and would not get involved with Allie.  First and foremost, she
was his employee, and he was not interested, ever, in dating an employee. 
That's why he had lost secretary after secretary -- Allie was the first in a
long string of assistants that had been indifferent to him, and therefore
productive.  Second, he could not even imagine what people would think if he
turned up at any event with her on his arm.  She was nice, she was sweet, and
the vultures would eat her alive.  And third, well...  he couldn't think of a
third.
     
But this was obviously just a passing thing, particularly since nothing had
ever happened between them before.  And it could just keep on passing through,
as far as he was concerned.  He was going to keep his hands and his thoughts to
himself, and this wasn't going to even be an issue.
     
     
When Allie walked into her apartment, Anna and Paul were sitting at the