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mad to take me all the way to his office…
    “What the hell was that little display for?” he bit out, his anger barely contained.
    “Display?”
    He lowered his voice. “You were practically coming on to the owner of the theatre. A second later and I thought you might whip your blouse off!”
    Her indignation won over her embarrassment. “I was not!”
    “ You are on your last warning. Ever since you started working here four months ago, you’ve been nothing but a liability. Tonight you took it to a whole new level.”
    “I wasn’t—”
    “I saw exactly what you were doing, you little slut.”
    Her mouth dropped open. That was so not PC. Her brain searched for some kind of witty comeback but, in truth, it was shocked that he had had the gall to say such a thing at all. Was that even allowed?
    Her back hit something, and, too late, she realised he’d been propelling her backwards towards the wall. Suddenly he caged her in, planting both his arms either side of her and let his eyes drop to her open neckline as he closed the gap between them. She was pretty damn certain that wasn’t allowed.
    “Back off,” she demanded through gritted teeth, surprised at the steel in her own voice.
    Simon looked at her, a little confused, his eyes all hazy and full of lust.
    She actually recoiled. He’d never given her any sign that he was interested in her – not once. And now, for whatever reason, she was getting it all in one go.
    She put both her hands on his chest and shoved hard.
    He stumbled backwards, and she ducked away as fast as she could, only a wave of queasiness hit her and she swayed on her feet. What the—
    Silver.
    Four large, full trays of cutlery to her left rested on a rickety looking wooden table. Honest to god, what was so wrong with her that she could sense the friggin’ stuff?
    Simon flew into her from her right, catching both her wrists, or trying to anyway. She yelped and pulled one of her arms from his grasp, reaching out for the nearest thing she could because he was pulling her down to the ground… The nearest thing was the table the trays rested on. It rocked on its legs as she desperately grabbed its surface, and then the table and the cutlery fell on them both.
    She screamed – partly at the silver already leaving hot pin pricks on her skin, and partly at Simon who’d latched his lips onto her neck, as he drove his knee between her legs. His knee hit the seat of her underwear, rubbing her there. He groaned, and she gasped in mortification when she realised she was wet. Oh, god, that must have been from eye-gazing with the blond guy – Simon was so going to get the wrong idea. Jesus fucking Christ, her stupidly high libido had just earned her disrespect – how could it do this to her?
    “Don’t!” She tried to fight him off, but all she could properly think about was the burning sensation everywhere the silver touched her, and the growing heat between her legs. Spots swam over her eyes. Where the hell had her strength gone? Her vision started to fade.
    No, no, no!
    She was fainting – in slow motion or something. She could feel him ripping the other buttons off her blouse and she was bloody fainting!
    Her great aunt tutted in her head. Useless, Lydia…
    There was a growl from her left – at least she thought it was a growl. Her ears were ringing too loudly to focus properly.
    It made her think of Ryan. He had a habit of growling during sex. She smiled at that, and tried to conjure him up in her mind – being with him was nicer than being here, even if he was fake.
    She couldn’t feel Simon’s hands on her any more, or his knee between her legs, thank god. Not that it really mattered, because she was rushing towards Ryan (who, she suddenly realised, smelled an awful lot like Taylor and that other man) … and the sweet oblivion that came from passing out.
     
    ~*~
     
    He moaned, wondering how he could make any sound at all with his throat as dry as it was. But she was a godsend.