Kimbra
"Duncan?" I whisper as I open my drawer and reach for my purse. "That isn't the way to keep it professional. You realize..." I lift my head higher, peeking over the partition and scanning the room and other cubicles. "...that tomorrow others will—"
Duncan reaches for my hand. "Miss Jones, you'll accompany me out of this office and this building right this instant or tomorrow the other people in this department, as well as our security staff, will be talking about what I'm about to do to you. I've been thinking about you and my desk all day." His green eyes sparkle as he eyes my messy desk. "I may have to clear everything to the floor, but yours would work as well as mine."
I take a deep breath as my insides pinch. As much as I want to be concerned about Eric, I can't seem to thin
