"Stacy," his voice caressed her ear, causing her skin to shiver with an excitement that troubled her. "Let me have you just this once."

Oh God! She must not give in. It wasn't even her first month of work, yet she found herself haggard and vulnerable before her boss. She had heard of his rakishness, of his reputation with women. Oh no! She must not yield, not even for all his handsomeness.

"Let go," she said sharply, but underlying the firmness was a hint of weakness that may have excited him. He leaned towards her, pressing one hand against the marble wall above her head, staring deeply into her brown eyes.

"Stacy," he murmured, "I have wanted you since the first day I set my eyes on you. Will you not give in?"

"You are mistaken," Stacy gritted her teeth, looking straight into his narrowed dark brown eyes that seemed to seep into her soul. She ignored his gaze and stood her ground. "I will never give in to you or any of your advances," she spat, looking away. "I am not like any other girl that you can simply have like a platter of gold."

He frowned, his eyes challenging hers. "We shall see, Stacy, when you will finally give in."