Chantelle
As soon as I walked through the door, he grabbed my arm and pulled me to the side, trapping me between the wall and his hard body.
I sucked in a deep breath as heat spread to my cheeks. His expensive cologne wafted through the air. I felt trapped. “Mr. Locke…” My voice was barely above a whisper.
“Do you make a habit of undermining your boss?”
I furrowed my brow. “What?”
He leaned in closer so he was only a breath away. “Let me make that clear: do you make a habit of undermining your boss?”
I shook my head quickly, then answered, “No, no, I don’t.”
“It would seem that way since that’s all you’ve done since you walked through that door.”
I licked my lips, and my eyes darted to his arm beside my head. Up close, even though he was wearing a suit, I could tell he had a muscul
