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a click, and suddenly I didn’t know what to think, where to look. I turned to the window, walking to it, looking out.
    “Is that true Jacob?” I asked. “What he said?”
    “Yes.”
    “You don’t own my company yet?”
    “Not until this afternoon,” he said softly. I could hear him getting closer.
    Tears sprung to my eyes. I promised myself I wasn’t going to cry again! “But when I was let go. They said it was because of the buyout.”
    “Bad managers use that excuse all the time Anna, it keeps the blame off them.” His voice hardened. “If I end up buying this company – we end up buying this company – there will be some changes.”
    “Did you really mean it? About giving me that choice?”
    I sensed his body behind me. “Yes.” His mouth nuzzled into the crook of my neck, kissing it tenderly.
    It sent shivers down my spine, and I tried to focus. “I… $20 Million. You’d really risk that? For me?”
    “Miss Watson, some things are more important than money.”
    I wanted to believe him. I really did. But $20 Million! “What… what do you want to do?”
    “You,” he answered simply.
    “No, about the company. I… it’s too much responsibility.”
    His body separated from mine, then a moment later I felt his hands on my shoulders, turning me around. “I trust you,” he said, looking deep into my eyes. “This isn’t about the sex.”
    Then he paused, a twinkle in his own. “Well ok, it’s a little about the sex. I’m a guy after all, and what we’ve got is mind blowing.”
    He turned serious once more. “But it’s more than that. I trust you . More times than I can count now I’ve seen you ignore the money in preference for what’s right. When I found out what your company had done to its employees… to you… well, I could think of no better person to make it right.”
    I looked at him, helpless. “But what do I do?”
    “It’s your choice,” he said gently. “You can say no, and the buyout will stop right here. Things will go back to the way they were, though I’m not sure if I’ll be able to do anything about your job, or if you’d want me to.” He paused, and my mind flashed through the possibilities of what he was saying. The way they were.
    “Or,” he continued, “You can say yes. Together we can try to fix what’s broken; make it better.” He took me in his arms again. “It’s your decision. Either way, I just hope you’ll stay.”
    I looked up at him. “You mean that? You really mean that?”
    He answered with a kiss, swift and sudden, that knocked me off my feet and back against the glass. And suddenly I knew exactly what I wanted. What I’d wanted the whole time. I kissed him deeply back. Our mouths locked together, and suddenly we were stumbling to his desk.
    He cleared it with a sweep of his hand, then lifted me in his strong arms and laid me gently on top. “Remember what happened last time you were on a desk?”
    I was breathless, but nodded. “The tailors.”
    “I’ve been dreaming about it. Your body.” He leant over me, lips meeting mine once more, before leaving to take an earlobe in the most delicious of sensations. “Your sweet taste,” he whispered.
    I closed my eyes as his lips trailed down; over a shoulder, along the arm, until it was at its extremities. They closed over my fingers, sucking gently, and I almost came right then and there, shivers breaking out all over my body.
    “Mr. King, what are you doing to me?” I said, my voice an echo of a conversation from another time.
    “Nothing you aren’t already doing to me.” His mouth chose one finger, then slid back down, suckling the knuckles as his tongue caressed my skin. Then his head moved south, finger still locked between soft lips, riding my hand like an elevator as both glided toward my most private of parts. His lips let me go when I reached my stomach, and I lay there, helpless in my excitement, while he continued down.
    His lips reached my knees, kissing the bare flesh