It Just Might Destroy Them Both

g I tolerate. Ever.” He continued to stare the younger man down, and Luca

y,” Lucas

grin. It turned out the younger man was jus

fficiently that he wasn’t there to play nice or

smell of masculinity and cologne drifted to Ivy’s

he room. When she came inside, Cullen nodded to her and then turned to the group. “Everyone, I’m pleased to introduce your

” she said, smiling and ba

t because the blond woman seemed

he’s just sucking up to t

anager had more to do with jealousy than anything else. She was jealou

nounced. Ivy felt her heart sink. As frightened as she was of the man, som

from here,” Emm

me last detail. “Emma, there’s a board meeting at ten o’clock. Pl

odded again. “Of

all happened. The CEO turned and found Ivy once mo

Marks. “And I want that girl to deliver the coffee

till reeling even after C

ver and over again, and she co

ne else in the room. She couldn’t get over the sensat

*

-minute break, she found three other temps in ther

om, the three young women went deathl

ought. Like I have a di

left the bathroom an

facilities and then washed her hands, smelling the stron

mfortable eating off the floor. Everything at Biom

lked around the place with a white glove on his h

en S

l incantation—dangerous. Why had Cullen Sharpe p

’t want

statingly sexy and powerful—which was entirely the problem. Ivy wasn’t comfortable ar

referring the company

something else

t pale skin, the freckles that she’d always felt certain were unattr

but she always had felt something was jus

arma proved that she was r

bo that she’d purchased a week ago at JC Penny was low rent and

perfect, her cloth

Sharpe demanded perfection in ev

suburbs, ringing up customers at the register or stocking the shelves. A simple job where she could blend

Ivy,” she whispered. She

’m not going to start today. I’m not goi

rose as she made the decision to stick o

e. How difficult is it to hand

atmosphere of the place get to her—she didn’t have to drink t

lighter somehow. She had a s

*

would be working for the remainder of the project—or until they w

tiny cubicle, which strange

ke a real

om her house as a teenager, and then in college she’d done so

was a new environment, and she was settling in a little

flying expertly over the keyboard as she read the

ng cubicles, Ivy had the distinct impression that not ev

insistent and loud in the relat

must’ve been a wrong number. She was a temp. There was no goo

manager was calling, so she answe

eep voice said. It w

vy replied. “And who

replied. “I’m ready

but then she finally regained her senses.

g up and she was lef

ger, Emma, to help her. Looking around the rows of cubes, s

out, waving her

glittering with impersonal distaste as

o tell me he wants his coffe

ghtful of him to phone you,” she sa

know wh

alking out of the cube farm. She beckoned Ivy to

rried a