g her tongue to deal with the superior Chase Ward. Christin

of the

rd bent his considerable lengthy frame forward over Christine’s desk to push his face up to

ly looked back into the steel

did you change it?” he snarled

d. The style seemed stilted and w

the desk, taking in a deep breath, pulled his blac

counting to ten in her head, she reached si

er anti-anxiety medication this morning, she thought. Traffic was murderous in the mo

us edge to it which made her stomach chur

ive, tinted window. Whether he was admiring the Empire State buil

aged to say after c

e glass. He studied her for a moment that felt like ho

o this firm?” Chase’s soft tone belied his chagrin. “If I understand your resum

ittle her when all he could do was just to tell her to fix it like he wanted

mall smile played around his mouth as he watched her passive defiant stance. She cer

st. I apologize.” Christine's nails dug into the soft flesh of her forearm. A

sk. He leaned his buttocks on the edge of the large mahogany desk, watchin

she liked maybe a little too much. Her heart was doing crazy things inside her chest, and she hated that he aro

hich made a slight frown appear on Christine’s flawless face and a smirk on Chase’s. “I would like you

and on her shoulder stopped her. Wide-eyed she looked f

r own time. After hours.” He sa

, the bastard. It was a Friday, and she had

e, Mr. Ward?” she couldn’t hel

d his head to one side. Chase loved to see the angry way she pinched those luscious l

ecise. He shook his head to get that thought out of his head. She was off

law, a girl like you, Mor

ut. She didn’t like his tone one b

vated you? And why didn’t you finish your studies?” His father wouldn’t give him any person

ur Honor.” Christine mocked him,

interrogating you, Mor

I couldn’t afford to complete my studi

hadn’t snagged yourself a rich man

shocked her. But she gathered herself immediately,

do.” She slammed the door behind her so hard, one of his frame

o handle herself under pressure. She was much too smart to be a mere secretary. Chase made a note

*

Mason Pritchard called out to Chr

pproaching her. Grinning boyishly, his grey jacket over one

ing, Mr. Pritchard.” Christ

the elevator, leaning slightly over her. “I’m dying for a

ea. It was bad enough as it were in the break room with some of the females giving her the

d seen the way they eye-fucked him when he made an appearance. Not that he did it that often. No, he

aded, making puppy eyes at her. “I had a ba

ome people she knew. But she wanted to spend some time with

the keys rattling in his hand. Christine saw him and noticed the dark look crossing Chase's fe

Screw Chase Ward, this was her time. Her private

. Pritchard.” She sa