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To make things worse, the guy was getting bolder and the glitterati were opening their homes to him more and more regularly. He even arrived with a bountiful gift of Ashby Chocolates. Jonathon had scoured the sales reports to try and find out who was buying these gifts but he hadn’t found anything which meant that the guy had to work for him. This was a damned inside job that made it personal, which was why Jonathon had taken the radical step of going undercover in his own company. Yep. Starting next week, Jonathon would become Jake and he would start work as the new Research and Development Manager at Ashby Chocolates. His own fucking company. Instead of developing recipes in his test kitchen at home as he preferred, he would need to work in the test kitchen in the main manufacturing plant in Melbourne. And he would need to investigate his own employees. Whichever way he looked at it, it sucked arse. He hated that someone was trying to take over his life, but he hated even more

Jonathon walked into the office near his lab and tossed his coat and briefcase on his desk. Movement near the window caught his attention. “Natalie,” he said, and she turned to face him. “What are you doing here?” “You need me,” she said, reasonably. “It’s been a month, Jonathon, and you are struggling. You need an assistant and that’s why I’m here.” “So who is sitting at your desk while you’re here with me?” “I employed a temp.” “Look, Natalie,” he said, running a hand through his hair and taking a breath. “I need you back at your desk. You are the only one who can keep this whole undercover thing from being exposed. People will become suspicious if you’re suddenly in R&D with the new guy.” She crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at him. It was a look he was familiar with and not just from her. The women in his life all tended to give him that look at one time or another. It was the look of disappointment; disappointment that he had let them down again. “You still ne

It wasn’t professional and was in really poor taste, but the first thing Jonathan noticed about her was her arse. It was glorious. The sight of it actually made him come to a complete stop and forget everything else on his mind. It really was that spectacular. Her dark pinstripe skirt was cinched in at the waist and hugged her delicious heart-shaped gluteus maximus lovingly before narrowing down to below her knees. When she turned, his eyes rose slowly and got stuck on her impressive rack. Yeah. Not professional and not classy at all, but he was a guy and a very visual guy at that. Besides, this woman had all his favorite bits in spades. It may be crass, but Jonathon knew himself and he was a tits and arse man. Finally, he managed to get his eyes to move upward to take in her face. Her skin was bronze — dark and rich and his fingers itched to touch. Her lips were full and slicked with a shiny lip gloss he wanted to taste. Her eyes were big and dark brown and they were currently na

“That,” he said, turning and placing it carefully on the bench far away from her, “is none of your concern.” “Okay, so if I’m not going to be working in the lab, what am I going to be doing?” “Filing, email correspondence, typing up reports, and a bit of dictation.” “Now that I can do,” Emma said. He smiled and it was blinding in its brilliance. She stood basking in it for far too long. The iciness of his eyes warmed to a stormy grey and she felt the magnetic pull of him. It took all her effort to remain where she stood and not start stripping her clothes off. God, she wanted to lay down on the nearest bench, naked and willing, and offer herself as tribute. The man was far too potent for his own good and it was a damn good thing she would be in the office while he worked in the lab. There was only so much Jake Campbell she could take before something had to give. Spontaneous orgasms at work were not professional and would do nothing for her reputation. Besides, she had to keep

Emma pushed the door open to her apartment and heard the television. She poked her head inside to see Kirra curled up on the lounge and she sighed. She walked in and closed the door, pulling her keys out and hanging them on the hook by the door. She put her handbag and briefcase in their spot on the table underneath the key hook and tucked her hair behind her ears as she walked into the lounge room and sat beside Kirra. “You okay?” she asked. “Yeah,” Kirra replied, not taking her eyes off the television. Emma had given Kirra a key to her apartment and gave her permission to come over whenever she needed to. Emma hoped Devi would pull herself out of today’s funk while Kirra was at school, but with Kirra sitting here on her lounge, Devi must still be a hot mess. “Is mum still in bed?” Emma asked. “Nope,” Kirra answered, popping the ‘p’ and still not looking at Emma. “She was up and drinking and in fine form when I got home.” “Fuck,” Emma whispered. Devi got