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“Thank you.”I glance up, ignoring her last comment.

I swear she knows it drives me crazy.

Narrowing my gaze at her silhouette as she stands in the doorway, I sit straighter.Christ, she’s going to distract half the men in this office dressed like that.

Surely I can fire her for that.

“Emily, button up your damn blouse.”I order.

Her eyes drop, then snap back up, confused.

“What?”Emily fiddles with her button.“This is the top button.I’m not showing anything.”

Oh yes, she is.

It’s unacceptable.I won’t have men perving at her or...this kind of thing in my workplace.

You are grasping at straws.

I stand.“I can see your breasts.”

“You mean my cleavage.”

Fuck.

“No, you can’t.You can barely see anything.Oh my god, Sebastian, I am not having this conversation.”

It’s the first time she’s used my first name since Monday, and I like hearing it.

Emily’s cheeks turn deep pink, and the need to touch her is overwhelming.I can’t stop my feet from crossing the room, and before I know it, I’m standing in front of her.

“Tomorrow you need to wear something more appropriate.”

Her eyes flare in anger up at me, andJesus fucking Christ,I want to tug her into my office, press her against the wall and kiss the red gloss off her lips.

“While you are at it, no red lips.”

She props her hands on her hips.“Where in the dress code does it say that?”

“We’re updating it.”

I’m going to email HR and have it updated tonight.

Urgently.

“Then I am not in breach right now,” she replies.“If you hate me being here so much, won’t don’t you just fire me, Sebastian?”

Emily spins and strides back to her desk.

Goddamn that woman.The only reason I don’t follow is that my phone rings and I realize I’ve kept Khalid waiting.

“Khalid,” I say smoothly, as if my cock is not hard as granite and aching to fuck my personal assistant.

“Sebastian.How is New York?”He asks in his deep accent, as if he hasn’t just reneged on a half-billion-dollar deal.

I settle back into my leather chair, spin around and stare out at The Big Apple, ready to play the game.The back and forth of business negotiations where everyone bullshits each other.

“It’s still cold, but spring will be here soon.How long has it been since you were here?”