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_Excerpt: Emerald Eyes
After parting ways with the reunited lovebirds, I walk back to the office with a dumb smile on my face. But my smile slips when I think about that weird pang I felt while seeing them together.
What the hell was that?
The thought occupies me until I step into Rose’s office. When she sees me, she blanches and her eyes widen.
“Where have you been?” she whispers sternly.
I frown, “Out for lunch. I told you.”
“Why haven’t you picked up your phone? I’ve been calling you nonstop!”
“Why? What happened?” I ask, alarmed.
“He was looking for you and he’s not happy. I don’t know what’s going on, but you better get in there before he breaks something!”
My frown dissolves and terror takes over.
I’m going to lose my job. I took one goddamn lunch break without telling him, and now he’s going to fire me.
I try to take a deep breath but the air barely passes through. I knock and a few seconds later, enter Mr. Miller’s office. His sharp eyes pierce right through me as soon as I close the door.
“Where were you?” his velvety voice delivers goosebumps to the back of my neck.
“I went out for lunch.” I lift my chin a fraction.
“And you didn’t think about letting me know that you were leaving?” Mr. Miller rises from behind his desk, prowling towards me achingly slow.
“Am I suppose to report to you every time I leave the office? What if I need to use the ladies room? Would you like to know about each and every time I need to relieve myself?” I arch a brow.
What the hell are you doing? Shut up! Don’t talk back or you’ll lose your job in a blink of an eye!
Finally reaching me, Mr. Miller keeps advancing. I have to back up until my back is pressed flat against the door. Then he places both of his hands on either side of my head, physically caging me. Myeyes widen a fraction when he slowly lowers his head. So slowly, that I think I’m about to lose my mind. And when I feel his soft lips next to my ear, my breath catches.
“Maybe, I just wanted to make sure you were safe. Can you blame me for worrying about you after that night?” he whispers in my ear.
I swallow and let out a shaky breath, “I–I didn’t think…”
My God, I can’t even form a bloody sentence! My brain receptors are completely fried from his proximity, his heady scent that lures me in and the heat that is radiating from his body into mine. I fight the urge to arch into him, to seek his warm hard body.
“You don’t need to worry about me, Mr. Miller. I’m a big girl.” I finally manage to find my voice.
“Oh, but I do. So from now on, if you go somewhere, make sure you tell me first.” It’s more of an order than a request.
“I–ummm…ok. Fine…I’ll tell you.” I mumble.
Get it together!
Just because he’s so close to me and every time he speaks, I feel his warm breath on my ear and it resonates somewhere else deep below my waistline, does not mean I need to turn into a puddle of mush. I try moving out of Mr. Miller’s confinement, but he doesn’t let me go. Instead, he presses himself against me, completely immobilizing me. My heart picks up it’s pace, and then he brings his forehead to mine.
“The thought of getting something for me didn’t cross your mind? What a bad executive assistant you are.” He teases, his voice dripping with sin.
Oh, crap! I didn’t get him lunch. I am a horrible executive assistant.
“I–I’m so sorry, Mr. Miller. Let me order something for you right now.”
I put my hands on his abdomen, feeling the hard, sculptured abs through the fabric of his shirt.
Oh, God.
I try pushing him away, but it’s as effective as trying push a steel wall.
“Maybe I’m hungry for something else entirely.” Mr. Miller whispers, his breath fanning out on my lips.
All I can think about right now is ripping his clothes off and having him right here on the damn floor. But I gather every ounce of self-control and tip my head back, closing my eyes.
“Please, stop. Stop playing with me.” I whisper.
Why is he doing this? He keeps telling me to act professional but then he presses me against the door. Make up your mind!
Immediately, Mr. Miller stills and then slowly moves away from me. Even though my body is revolting at his absence, my mind is reassuring me that this is the right thing to do. To push him away like this, even though all I want is to have him in any way that I can.
“Look at me, Katherine.” He says with such tenderness, his words are like a genuine caress.
I open my eyes and find Mr. Miller’s face inches away from mine, close but not touching. His eyes delve deeply into mine and he looks like he’s lost in them.
“You have the most extraordinary eyes I’ve ever seen.” Mr. Miller murmurs quietly and I frown slightly at his compliment.
Mr. Miller inhales deeply then takes a few steps back.
“Don’t go anywhere without letting me know first and get me something good from Wolfgang’s.” his face is back to it’s normal state, a cryptic mask.
“Of course. Right away, Mr. Miller.” I control my voice, wanting to get out of this awkward situation."
What the hell was that?
The thought occupies me until I step into Rose’s office. When she sees me, she blanches and her eyes widen.
“Where have you been?” she whispers sternly.
I frown, “Out for lunch. I told you.”
“Why haven’t you picked up your phone? I’ve been calling you nonstop!”
“Why? What happened?” I ask, alarmed.
“He was looking for you and he’s not happy. I don’t know what’s going on, but you better get in there before he breaks something!”
My frown dissolves and terror takes over.
I’m going to lose my job. I took one goddamn lunch break without telling him, and now he’s going to fire me.
I try to take a deep breath but the air barely passes through. I knock and a few seconds later, enter Mr. Miller’s office. His sharp eyes pierce right through me as soon as I close the door.
“Where were you?” his velvety voice delivers goosebumps to the back of my neck.
“I went out for lunch.” I lift my chin a fraction.
“And you didn’t think about letting me know that you were leaving?” Mr. Miller rises from behind his desk, prowling towards me achingly slow.
“Am I suppose to report to you every time I leave the office? What if I need to use the ladies room? Would you like to know about each and every time I need to relieve myself?” I arch a brow.
What the hell are you doing? Shut up! Don’t talk back or you’ll lose your job in a blink of an eye!
Finally reaching me, Mr. Miller keeps advancing. I have to back up until my back is pressed flat against the door. Then he places both of his hands on either side of my head, physically caging me. Myeyes widen a fraction when he slowly lowers his head. So slowly, that I think I’m about to lose my mind. And when I feel his soft lips next to my ear, my breath catches.
“Maybe, I just wanted to make sure you were safe. Can you blame me for worrying about you after that night?” he whispers in my ear.
I swallow and let out a shaky breath, “I–I didn’t think…”
My God, I can’t even form a bloody sentence! My brain receptors are completely fried from his proximity, his heady scent that lures me in and the heat that is radiating from his body into mine. I fight the urge to arch into him, to seek his warm hard body.
“You don’t need to worry about me, Mr. Miller. I’m a big girl.” I finally manage to find my voice.
“Oh, but I do. So from now on, if you go somewhere, make sure you tell me first.” It’s more of an order than a request.
“I–ummm…ok. Fine…I’ll tell you.” I mumble.
Get it together!
Just because he’s so close to me and every time he speaks, I feel his warm breath on my ear and it resonates somewhere else deep below my waistline, does not mean I need to turn into a puddle of mush. I try moving out of Mr. Miller’s confinement, but he doesn’t let me go. Instead, he presses himself against me, completely immobilizing me. My heart picks up it’s pace, and then he brings his forehead to mine.
“The thought of getting something for me didn’t cross your mind? What a bad executive assistant you are.” He teases, his voice dripping with sin.
Oh, crap! I didn’t get him lunch. I am a horrible executive assistant.
“I–I’m so sorry, Mr. Miller. Let me order something for you right now.”
I put my hands on his abdomen, feeling the hard, sculptured abs through the fabric of his shirt.
Oh, God.
I try pushing him away, but it’s as effective as trying push a steel wall.
“Maybe I’m hungry for something else entirely.” Mr. Miller whispers, his breath fanning out on my lips.
All I can think about right now is ripping his clothes off and having him right here on the damn floor. But I gather every ounce of self-control and tip my head back, closing my eyes.
“Please, stop. Stop playing with me.” I whisper.
Why is he doing this? He keeps telling me to act professional but then he presses me against the door. Make up your mind!
Immediately, Mr. Miller stills and then slowly moves away from me. Even though my body is revolting at his absence, my mind is reassuring me that this is the right thing to do. To push him away like this, even though all I want is to have him in any way that I can.
“Look at me, Katherine.” He says with such tenderness, his words are like a genuine caress.
I open my eyes and find Mr. Miller’s face inches away from mine, close but not touching. His eyes delve deeply into mine and he looks like he’s lost in them.
“You have the most extraordinary eyes I’ve ever seen.” Mr. Miller murmurs quietly and I frown slightly at his compliment.
Mr. Miller inhales deeply then takes a few steps back.
“Don’t go anywhere without letting me know first and get me something good from Wolfgang’s.” his face is back to it’s normal state, a cryptic mask.
“Of course. Right away, Mr. Miller.” I control my voice, wanting to get out of this awkward situation."
Book Summary and TBR Link
After years of fighting the pressure of becoming a neurosurgeon and continuing her family's famous legacy, Katherine Slav's father has had enough of her partying. He cuts her off financially, leaving Katherine to fend for herself.
Finding a job is a priority. Finding Eric Miller is a bonus – a bonus that quickly proves to be impossible to resist. How can she have the only man who denies her every step of the way? How can she seduce her boss without losing her job?
Struggling to ward off feelings that go beyond professional, Eric tries to keep Katherine at arm’s length, but the more he’s around her, the weaker his resistance becomes.
Discovering Eric’s secret and baring her own, she fights for her newfound love with everything she’s got, but will it be enough to banish the darkness in Eric’s life? Is having Eric Miller all she thought it would be?
Will Katherine be enough?
Finding a job is a priority. Finding Eric Miller is a bonus – a bonus that quickly proves to be impossible to resist. How can she have the only man who denies her every step of the way? How can she seduce her boss without losing her job?
Struggling to ward off feelings that go beyond professional, Eric tries to keep Katherine at arm’s length, but the more he’s around her, the weaker his resistance becomes.
Discovering Eric’s secret and baring her own, she fights for her newfound love with everything she’s got, but will it be enough to banish the darkness in Eric’s life? Is having Eric Miller all she thought it would be?
Will Katherine be enough?
"I need you so much it hurts, an hour away from you and I feel numb,
I can't think, I can't work. All my thoughts are always on you.
I'm addicted to you,
obsessed about you."
