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heart involved, getting reckless with Axel Christensen might be fun and well worth the risk,” Ashley quipped.
    Kerrigan shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest. “Sounds good in theory, but having fun with a man like him comes with consequences. I’d like to stay employed.”
    They finished lunch and headed back to the office. The rest of the afternoon went by quickly. Kerrigan had enjoyed her first day at the new job. Relocating to Atlanta proved to be a smart move, it was just what she wanted. She just had to get her lust for Mr. Christensen under control. She wanted a man who excited her and made her breathless, but she hadn’t figured he would be dangerous or that he would be her new boss.

    Six months later – January 9, 2012
    She heated under his inspection. God, why does he do this to me? Kerrigan sat in the weekly account managers meeting distracted. She shifted restlessly in her seat and repeatedly checked her phone for messages that weren’t there—anything to avoid the imposing glare of Mr. Christensen, who sat in one of the chairs lined against the wall, directly opposite her, staring. Since her arrival six months ago, he began attending the weekly account manager’s meetings regularly, although he rarely took part. She avoided looking at him for fear she would catch his gaze. His stare revealed her predilection for lusty, hedonistic thoughts about him. Kerrigan’s nipples hardened, shivers ran up her spine and fantasies flashed through her mind about his lips covering hers while he possessed her, explored and plundered her body. She couldn’t control her reaction. No other man conjured up these feelings in her and they both excited and terrified her.
    She maintained her composure during these meetings, except once. During one particular meeting in January, she had to excuse herself to get some air and escape his heat. The sexual tension reverberated thick and hot between them. She was certain the incident had started rumors. 
    The walls in the tight space seemed to be closing in on her. Mr. Christensen had been exceptionally intense that day. He sat in his regular seat and she in hers. With hooded eyes, he stared dauntlessly at her, eye-fucking her as Ashley called his penetrating gaze. His tongue swiped across his upper lip, and his greedy eyes roamed her body. Aware of his fixation on her, she kept her head down and her eyes glued to the notepad in her lap. Light beads of moisture dotted her hairline and her temperature rose under his heavy surveillance. Breathing in the small room with him there had become impossible. She stood and excused herself to avoid suffocation. Barreling down the hall, her chest heaved , and heart beat wildly. She lowered her head into her hands and rushed to the alcove at the end of the hallway. Why is this happening to me?
    A few seconds later, she heard the sound of heavy footsteps tapping against the floor. With each step, the sound drew louder, nearer, and then silence—it stopped. She stilled as if that would make her invisible. She leaned against the wall, the palms of her hands splayed flush against the coolness at her sides, her head tilted back, eyes shut, ragged breaths escaped Kerrigan’s parted lips. She imagined him leaning in and kissing her deeply. A warm sensation flooded her core as the intruder closed in, violating her personal space. Her body tensed and her eyes opened, alerted by a towering presence, his musky smell, pungent and invading her senses.
    He placed his hands flatly on the wall on either side of her head to swathe her in his cover. His eyes filled with tenderness as he spoke. “Kerrigan, are you okay? Why did you leave so abruptly?” Pensively, he stared into her, his brow furrowed, and cold eyes now impassioned with depth and warmth that Kerrigan hadn’t seen before. His brow wrinkled and jaw tightened, concern etched across his face.
    She jolted at his unexpected presence, and her stomach twisted and knotted. “I … I