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you are trying to injure me.”
     
    Anne followed Gherring through the ornate double doors of the penthouse apartment. He disappeared into a back room, muttering instructions to Anne that unfortunately didn’t filter from her ears into her brain. She gazed around at the stately opulence that surrounded her on all sides. Colors were sophisticated and subdued, but every finish appeared to be beautiful and expensive, from the granite inlayed wood floors, to the chocolate Italian leather furniture, highlighted by impressive chandeliers suspended from twenty-foot ceilings. French doors led onto an expansive balcony, visible through enormous picture windows flanking the doorway. Anne perched on the edge of the sofa, staring at the marble coffee table that probably cost more than her car, wondering what instructions Gherring had given her before vanishing.
    “Did you find it?” He entered the room having shed his coat and tie and, ohmygod , his shirt. Anne tried valiantly not to stare and pretended not to notice his muscles rippling as he pulled on a sport shirt. Even from the corner of her eye she could tell there was no flab anywhere. She wondered what he did to look like that. Did he have a personal trainer? She felt warm all over. What was she doing? This man was her boss and miles out of her league.
    She forced her eyes up to his. What had he asked? “Did I find what?”
    “The laptop. Did you look in the study?” He walked into another room and opened the door to reveal an office with rich walnut paneling extending to cover the coved ceiling. She followed him through the door and found him leaning intently over his desk, presenting her with a nice view of a firm backside. She did like a guy with a fine bottom. Suddenly, she realized he had turned around to face her. Had he noticed her perusal?
    “Uhmm… You have a very nice… uhmm… apartment.” Heat flooded her face.
    “Why thank you, Ms. Best. I do like to know my assets are appreciated.”
    She squirmed, attempting to extract herself from his amused inspection. She pointed behind him to the computer. “Is that the information you wanted me to see?”
    He turned back to the screen. “Yes, you see this is my current itinerary, but the timing of the flights won’t work with the meeting that has been changed from Tuesday morning to Monday afternoon. Here’s the new meeting schedule. You’ll also need to arrange limousine service to coordinate with the earlier flight. Fortunately all the presentation material is ready to go, so no changes are needed there.”
    She felt a growing confidence. This was all about travel arrangements. She could do this job in her sleep. She leaned in to study the information and email a copy to herself. As she worked she became aware of his presence, her skin prickly where her shoulder touched him. Her fingers began to tremble, and she stumbled as she keyed in the information.
    “You’re shivering. Are you cold? I should’ve realized with your… eh-hem… shorts on, you’d be cold in here. Should I turn up the heat?”
    “No, I’ll be fine. Just let me…” She glanced at him, mortified he’d noticed her shaking. He wore a satisfied smirk—he knew. He was enjoying her discomfort. Her blood boiled. “Actually, Mr. Gherring, I do find it to be quite cold in here. But I seriously doubt there’s anything you could ever do to warm me up.”
    She pressed the send button on the email and with determination marched out of the room to retrieve her bag. When she headed for the door, she found Gherring barring her exit.
    “Ms. Best.” He stepped sideways to intercept her as she tried to go around him, eyes firmly fixed on the floor. She refused to answer and attempted to pass him on the other side, until he finally leaned against the door handle and crossed his arms. “Please, will you look at me?”
    “No, I won’t. You’re not very professional, and you’re obnoxious. And if you want to fire me now, then just go ahead.”