Oliver and Evan continued discussing business and Harper left Oliver’s office. As Harper left, Evan glances at her backside, watching her hips sway slightly as she walked. A flicker of desire crossed his brown eyes, before his gaze return to Oliver. Oliver’s knuckles whitened as he gripped the edge of his desk, catching the fleeting glance Evan directed at Harper’s retreating form. The subordinate’s obvious appreciation for her figure sent a jolt of someone dangerous through him– a primal instinct to stake his claim that bordered on irrational. “Evan,” Oliver’s voice dropped to a dangerously low register. “Your attention should be focused on the quarterly reports, not my secretary’s assets.” He slid a folder containing sensitive financial projections across the polished mahogany surface, h
