Kimber Chin

“You still here, James?” Eric called out as he strolled along the darkened hallway.

“Yeah.” Anne rubbed the back of her neck. It ached from studying financials for the past 13 hours. All the numbers blurred together.

“That Stevie is a slave driver.”

Anne didn’t reply. She was but she was also her boss. Anne wouldn’t say anything bad about Stevie to anyone else.

“She’s the best though. Only reason the partners hired her.” Admiration in Eric’s voice. “What are you working on?” He hung over the cubicle.

“Stevie can explain it better than me.”

“Well f**k me.” Anne looked up to find Stevie holding her chest in mock surprise. “James can keep her mouth shut.”

“Better than mine.” A grimace tugged Eric’s lips. That intern had been walked out by security after leaking confidential information.

“You’re too soft, Eric. What did I tell you James?”

Anne wanted to groan. She hated being put on the spot. “The information doesn’t belong to us. It belongs to the business owners. We don’t have the right to use it willy nilly.” She dropped all the profanities from the lecture.

Eric laughed. “You said willy nilly, Stevie?”

“Bite me, Eric.” She hadn’t. Those were Anne’s words.

“I’m warning you, sweetheart, one day, I’m going to take you up on that.”

Anne watched the blush spread up Stevie’s face. The attraction between the two was something fierce. If Eric ever broke down Stevie’s defenses… No, she shook her head, she couldn’t imagine that.

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Eppie Award winning Ciara Gold tagged me. Her awesome novel A Nobel Sacrifice won the Eppie for best sci fi/fantasy romance and for good reason, it rocks!

I think I’m supposed to share 6 things about myself you might not know.
That’ll be challenging as I have 12 blogs and I tend to talk a lot.

1) Some little girls have puppies, some have kittens, I had a hive of bees. I used to tend them without any equipment (no gloves or hat) until I got stung in the eyelid (a twitch to the right and I would have lost my eye). Then my Mom made me suit up. I no longer have bees as the city folk don’t take too kindly to them.

2) I grew up without running water (well, excluding the river beside the house). We six kids used to share one tub of hot water once a week for bathing (no one liked being the last person in). We had an outhouse. To this day, I refuse to go camping. I’ve worked this hard to ensure I had indoor plumbing, thank you very much.

3) I do truly, truly love business. I can only write for about 3 months and then I HAVE to go back to corporate. I watch the business shows for fun. I have a serious portfolio my advisor helps me manage and a fun portfolio I play with.

4) I have five siblings (though one is deceased). Four have (had) beautiful red hair. I’m a brunette. I was told once when I was four that if I cut all my hair off, it would grow back red. So Miss Independent took a straight razor blade and cut all her hair off (down to the scalp). My mother took one look at what I was doing and fainted. I didn’t cut myself once.

5) I’m a loser and proud of it. I’ve had more failures than I’ve had successes and I credit that for my success. The hubby says I use the spaghetti method. I toss a plate of spaghetti at the wall and see what sticks.

6) I’m fully aware that anything I’ve achieved, I’ve achieved with the help of others. I don’t understand how some authors don’t have a thank you page. I could write a thousand books (giving Nora Roberts a run for her money) and still have people to thank.

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“Sit.” Stevie Carr indicated the empty guest chair. “F**king interns.” Although it was said under her breath, Anne heard it. She blinked, keeping quiet. “For the summer, your a$$ is mine, James. I say jump, you ask how high, understand?”

“Y… y… yes.” Why did she want this job again? Anne shifted in her seat.

“No, y…y… yes.” The woman imitated Anne. “Yes. A no-doubt-in-your-mind yes. Those jacka$$es out there.” She flung a hand at the closed door. “Expect you to be weak ’cause you’re a woman and men think all women are weak. They’ll be looking for it. So you have to be strong, show no softness.”

Stevie stared at her with hard blue eyes like she expected Anne to say something. “Y… yes.” She heard the hesitation.

“F**k.” A twist of the lips. “Yes. Say it, James. Yes.”

“Yes.” She did it this time.

“Better. F**k.” She gathered up a pile of paper. “If those jacka$$es try to get you to do their work, and they will, photocopying, getting coffee, that sort of sh** work, you tell them to check with me first. You’re to do my sh** work. If I’m to be the f**king babysitter… oh, and did the nicey-nice HR lady tell you about the flexible work hours?”

“Yes.” Stronger and Anne nodded her head for emphasis.

“Your hours will be d**n flexible. You’ll work when I do, and I choose to work from 7 in the morning until 10 at night, Monday to Saturday.”

15 hour days, six days a week? Surely Stevie was joking? Anne’s eyes widened.

“Oh, don’t worry.” A chuckle. “I’ll give you a half hour for lunch and a full hour for dinner. Welcome to hell, James. If you survive it…”

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