And protect.

* * *

Monday came and Dash announced he was scheduled to fly out later that evening. He also announced he would be taking me with him and that the trip would carry out over the rest of the week.

By lunch, I was in full panic mode.

I couldn’t leave.

I had yet to figure out a way to get Keiran here a week early.

When I suggested that Celesha accompany him since she was more experienced, he pointed out that since she was dealing with a difficult pregnancy, she could not fly. Since I had caught on quick under her tutelage, she was expected to enter maternity leave much earlier than planned.

“Angel.”

I looked up from the computer screen to see Dash towering over the desk, looking powerful with his tall frame. The muscles in his arms, chest, and legs complimented his suit perfectly.

“Yes?”

“You looked ready to cry. Is something wrong?”

“No not all. How can I help you, Mr. Chambers?”

He groaned and planted his hands on the desk, leaning over and completely invading my space. “I love when you call me Mr. Chambers. It makes me want to bend you over this desk and make you scream it.”

I don’t know what I was thinking, but I heard myself say, “So, why don’t you?”

His grin was predatory as he pulled me up from my seat. I quickly came to my senses and reminded him that Celesha was due back from lunch any minute. “She can watch,” he growled.

The next moment, my dress was around my waist, my panties were lowered, and he moved inside me slowly. His strokes were only hard enough to tease, but for some reason, my release was a thousand times more intense.

“So how many times have you tried that?” I asked when my clothes were back in place.

“Don’t start, Angel. I’ve never fucked her.”

At that moment, the door open and Celesha walked in carrying a giant turkey sub in one hand and an equally giant ham sub in the other.

“Hungry much?” Dash joked.

“I couldn’t decide so I got them both.”

“Or you could have asked them to put both meats in one sandwich.”

She rolled her eyes at Dash as if he were slow. “But then I’d have less bread.”

I was the first to lose control and burst out with laughter, Dash and Celesha followed.

“Should I take that?” she gestured to the legal envelope in Dash’s hand.

“This is going to accounting and you look like you need to sit.” He thrust the folder towards me. “Ms. Waters will take it.”

His blatant disregard pissed me off. Even Celesha noticed it and lifted an eyebrow. I chose not to say anything and took the folder from his hand none too gently. The envelope was addressed to the head of accounting who was none other than Nate. I smiled to myself realizing that if Dash wasn’t too concerned with being a dick he would have realized it.

With each step, I expected him to come charging after me, but I made it all the way to the accounting department.

The floor receptionist led me to Nate’s office. He was on the phone, but when he noticed me, he quickly ended the call. “Willow, hello.” He dismissed the receptionist with a nod. “I hope this is a social call.”

“I’m afraid not. Numero uno wanted me to deliver this to you.”

“Well, I’m glad he did. I’ve been meaning to catch up to you. Would you consider having dinner with me?”

“Oh, um. I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

His smile was arrogant in a way that said he thought I was playing hard to get. “And why not?”

“Because I’m not sticking around so there’s no point in us getting to know each other.”

“Ouch. Are you always this cold-hearted?”

I reared back and considered slapping the smirk off his unremarkable face. “Excuse me?”

“Don’t get me wrong. I love it very much. I expected your temper to match your hair. Tell me… does it also match the rest of you?”

“You’re a pig.”

“You wound me. I am simply a man that can appreciate all you have to offer.” His hand slid around my hip and rested on my ass before I could put him in his place.

“Nate—”

“What the hell is going on here?”

I felt the color drain from my face and knew who it was that spoke before I even turned.

“Mr. Chambers, I was just speaking with your assistant about proper dress attire—”

“With your hand on her ass?”

Nate snatched his hand away as if he’d forgotten that it was even there.