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            “Of course Shenice got the promotion. She’s sleeping with the big boss.”
            Although Shenice couldn’t quite place the sneering voice, she knew whoever the speaker was; he wasn’t alone in his assessment. The snickers that followed his words proved it.
            “You’re just jealous,” one brave person spoke out in her behalf. Surprisingly, it was one of the administrative assistants Shenice often casually dismissed as a group of hussies. Ironic that one would speak up for her now. “Shenice Robins is the best sales execs in this place. You wish you could pull in her numbers. She deserved that raise, and what she does on her time off is none of your business. She single-handedly pulled up the numbers in over three dozen markets when no one is listening to the radio anymore.”
            You’re damn right I did. Shenice nodded silently from her hiding place. That crap wasn’t easy either. Cars came equipped with MP3 plug-ins and satellite radio these days. Shenice prided herself on knowing what people wanted to hear in the various regions all across the country. She’d brought up listenership in the key demo group, and as a result, she sold advertising like crazy. Local, national--didn’t matter--she brought in the big numbers. And she did deserve her promotion. She only wished she could be as sure as the admin who had defended her that the promotion was because she was a damn great sales exec and not some kind of “money on the dresser” thank you from Alistair.
            “Yeah, like all those meetings she has with Parsons are about sales,” the other asshole shot back.
            “Sounds to me like you want him,” yet another young admin said, giggling, followed by a chorus of female giggles. The admins always stuck together like that. This was one instance Shenice was damned grateful they did. “So yeah, I would say jealous.”
    Sounds of people shuffling out of the break room alerted Shenice it would soon be safe to come out from the little alcove. Not before she heard the original voice mutter, “Stupid cunt,” not quite under his breath, but not nearly loud enough to get him into trouble.
    Shenice really hated it when people assumed she wasn’t good at her job just because she was having an affair with her boss. She supposed she couldn’t really blame them, but it still irked her. She was damned good at her job. The only reason she slept with Alistair Parsons was because she simply could not resist him. The man was seriously fine. Like, Lord have mercy , fine. Just thinking about him had the ability to make her wet and wanting. Since that very first time at the office Christmas party, the sex just got hotter and hotter. Hell, they had gone at it like bunny rabbits on the entire ride from LA to London. She could barely walk when they’d gotten off the company jet.
    The Christmas vacation had been like a fairy tale complete with a prince of her very own. Even though it seemed as if they were always going at it, Alistair had taken her all over the place, showing her not only the tourist parts of London, but the side generally only locals got to experience. It had been a whirlwind of a vacation, and it hadn’t ended when they returned to LA.
    Since they had been back, Shenice spent very few nights alone. Alistair was fast becoming an addiction, and Shenice was very much afraid there was no rehab for this. Her knees got weak when he walked into the room. No way blue eyes with a grayish tint should look so hot; silvery eyes were supposed to be cold, distant even. Yet when Alistair looked at her, her panties got wet instantly...when she wore them. Those looks burned her alive, making her feel like she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Alistair often liked to call her into his office on some pretense or another only to strip off whatever lace confection she chose to wear underneath her clothes that day. And yeah, there were