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“You just admitted to me you can’t type two hundred words per minute and that you're probably not a good typist, so I shouldn't even give you the test. I like it. You’re becoming more…” He pauses. "You know what? Let me not say the word. I don’t want to get you angry at me again.”

“I've never been angry at you. I just like putting you in your place.”

“I'm sure you do.You know, I may have gotten you wrong.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I used to think that you were a submissive little one, but I have a feeling that you’d be quite dominant. Give us a chance.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that I think that you would love to dominate me, wouldn’t you?”

“Not particularly.”

“You’re telling me that you wouldn’t like to handcuff me to the bed and then drip candle wax on me and whip me?”

My jaw drops. How does he know that I was thinking about handcuffing him? Is he just psychic? “By the way, the phone on your desk…” He nods.

“Yeah?”

“When I press a button in my office, I can hear everything that’s being said out here.” I lick my lips slowly.

“Um, okay, and…?”

“So you’re not going to have the opportunity to handcuff me to the desk and leave me sitting there.” He grins, and my heart flutters. I should not be enjoying this conversation as much as I am.

“Sorry about that.” I blink at him. “I wasn't planning on?—”

“I heard everything you said, Elisabetta.”

“Well, then you’ll know that?—”

“I know that we’re both on the same page. This is a game of cat and mouse, and you’re right, I'm not going to pounce on you; however, I do think that you will pounce on me the first chance you get.”

“You're acting like you think I want you that badly.”She throws her head back, narrows her eyes and lets out a high-pitched laugh.

“No, I'm acting like I know you want me that badly. I'm acting like I know that you played with yourself last night, and you thought about me.”

“You wish. You were the one jacking off this morning, thinking about me.”

“Wow. Do you have a camera in my shower? Did you hear me calling out your name?”

I gasp.“What? I'm not going to deny it. I did pleasure myself this morning thinking about you.”

“I only hope that the experience will be just as enjoyable when it’s for real.”

“I don’t even know what to say. I think that you’re absolutely ridiculous. I think?—"

"You think what, Elisabetta? Because you know what I think?” he says, pulling me toward him.

“No.” I swallow hard. Why is this man so sexy? Why does his behavior do things to me?

“I think that we should get to know each other a little better. We’ll go to this meeting, and then we’ll get lunch, and then we’ll figure out the course of action for the next couple of weeks.”

“What do you mean, the course of action for the next couple of weeks?”

“I mean, you may be useless as an assistant, but I'm still going to need you to do work.”