Willing Sacrifice (Knights of the Board Room 6) - Page 18

This isnt about that, Ben said, a hard edge to his tone. I need to change my five p.m. appointment today to a different date. Jenkins and I

I already spoke to Mr. Jenkins about that. He said he can meet you in the morning, and I moved your nine a.m. with Ellen Watkins to ten a.m. She said that worked better for her anyway.

If we handle it tonight, it keeps the workload for tomorrow

Exactly the same. Janets jaw was set, though she didnt emanate any temper. Simple inflexibility, like a brick wall. The decisions you made tonight wouldnt be typed up until tomorrow anyhow, and Ill make sure the paralegals put it top priority so its all done before the end of the workday. She held out a handful of slips to him. Here are your messages, none of which interfere with your five oclock.

Ben approached her desk, eyes narrowed. Max wanted to take a few more steps into the area, be the knife to cut the tension, but he checked himself with effort. It would be foolish to defend Janet from a mere verbal assault, and one that came from a difficult man she handled regularly.

I didnt authorize you to do any of that.

No, you didnt. Arent you glad Im here to anticipate your needs? Janet arched a brow.

What if I decided I wanted my meet with Jenkins right back where the hell I wanted it? Ben asked in a deceptively pleasant tone.

Id say hes probably made other plans by now, being just as busy and important a person as you are.

Let me guess. Youll tell Matt if I skip my bloody five oclock?

No. She held his gaze. Are you asking me to do so?

The lawyer pressed his lips together, the clash of wills going on for another ten seconds. Max reconsidered his idea of moving into the room, because for a moment Ben did in fact look like he might reach across and choke her. But Janet had that stapler close to hand. Shed brain him with it in a heartbeat.

You, Ben plucked the pink message slips from her hand, are Satans Mistress.

Flattery will get you everywhere. She gave him that ice-cool look, but her hand closed on his, squeezed briefly. Go to the five oclock, Ben.

That gesture evaporated the tension between them. The rueful twist of Bens lips said that, whatever had happened, he knew she was right. His Irish temper was hot, but brief, and he didnt usually let himself off the hook for it, which he proved now. Sorry, Janet.

She shook her head, tapped his wrist. Give Nancy Adams a call on your way. Shes the message on top. She just wants to know the projected filing date, and shes not a talker. If you know the date, I could do it.

No, Ill do it. I need to charm her a bit for what Im going to want from her in the future.

Well, lesser miracles than you and charm have been known to happen.

Nice. Tell Satan to send up some demons to give you a hand, so you can get out of here on time.

She gave him a suitably disdainful look in answer to that, and then he was headed to the elevators, shouldering his laptop bag as he went through the message notes.

Max noted the slight tension leave Janets shoulders as Ben left her area. Then she noticed him and her gaze cleared, a smile curving her lips that warmed him from head to toe.

He sidled into the room, leaned against the corner by her printer table. Ben didnt take a limo to that five oclock meeting, but his attitude toward it, and how regularly it occurred, made it pretty clear what it was, to a discreet staff that paid attention. It was a therapy session.

Ben was the most streetwise of the group, with a volatile Irish temper yet a fierce loyalty to all of them. Marcie, Cass little sister, had been in love with him since her teens and just this year had gone to great lengths to prove he and she were meant to be together. Her stubbornness had convinced him. However, earlier in the year, when Marcie had come back into Bens life, the man had been struggling with some nasty issues from his past, trying to drown them in alcohol.

Max had had a ringside seat when Bens past and present had collided, and had witnessed the collateral damage it had caused. But the result was Ben was now getting help and seemed to be doing better. Of course, Max had buddies whod had to get treatment for PTSD, and knew no man enjoyed the serious mind probing needed to get back on track, let alone one used to being in authority. Ben was the most hardcore sexual Dominant of all of the executive team, with serious control issues. Max wondered if his therapist took Valium before their sessions.

He liked a lot of things about Ben and wished him well, but he couldnt deny the knot of tension that had risen in his chest at the exchange between him and Janet. If Ben had reached across that desk in any way Max interpreted as a threat, he wouldnt have hesitated to put him on the ground. Hard. He wasnt going to let anyone touch her.

Okay, maybe he needed to step back, get his emotions under control. Anger and passion had their place, but not in executing a mission goal. He still hadnt really decided what his mission goal was with Janet, but the strategy had to be carefully thought out, not driven by reckless emotion. Then he thought about how shed climaxed, crying out to the stars. Maybe reckless emotion had its place as well.

When he approached the desk, he couldnt help reaching out, touching the hand resting on the files. She had thin hands, elegant, but the knuckles were a little prominent due to the thinness. Okay?

She nodded. Yes. Ben and I regularly lock horns.

That was a little less good-natured than Ive seen in the past.

Yes. I think theyre hitting some particularly rough areas in his sessions right now.

He appreciated that she didnt bother pretending he didnt know Ben was in therapy, even as he was impressed that she recognized how in tune he was with the comings and goings of his main charges. He supposed they shared that trait.

I keep it marked on all their calendars, she continued, which he doesnt know, but as a result, no one makes any meetings for him during that time, just like when Dana was doing physical therapy and Peter was going with her. They watch out for each other.

And you watch out for them.

Its what Satans Mistress does, she said.

When she sat down at the desk, smoothing her skirt beneath her hips, he realized it had flustered her a little. He knew Ben didnt intimidate her, so that suggested something in Bens struggle had resonated with her. He didnt comment on it, simply filed it away as he let her choose which way to go to regain her composure.

Have you decided teenage girls terrify you and youre here to back out of the class?

Yes, teenage girls terrify me, but no, Im not here to back out. He smiled at that. I wanted to know if you need to go to your house beforehand.

She considered him with a bemused look that instantly made him wary. How early can you take me?

Five oclock. I need to run Dana home. Youve been pretty slammed here though. I dont mind waiting around if you need to work later.

No, I told Matt Id be leaving on time today. Theres something I want you to do beforehand, at my house. And no, Im not going to tell you what it is.

Okay, wary moved right into alarm, but he covered it with a shrug. Whatever you need.

She gave him that thoughtful look again. Do you live here, Max? You never seem to leave.

He made a vague grunt. I go get food. I never miss a meal. And I expect you know my home address already.

Ive got it on my stalker board at home. Ill show it to you.

Ill bet. He let his gaze drift over her face, pause on her lips as he recalled their last kiss. Youre wearing a different gloss today. A different scent.

Yes. Her look challenged him to try to find out what it was in exactly the same way he had last time. Matts door was open. The man was sitting at his desk twenty feet away, on a call, but he had a clear shot of Janets desk.

Max thought about meeting her challenge anyway, but they both knew he wouldnt take it further than that. That was part of the charge. But he better head back to the elevator, or his typical male reaction to such a challenge would become way too obvious.

Ill see you at five, maam. Looking forward to it.

Her snort followed him to the elevator. When he stopped there and looked back, she was giving him a thorough appraisal. She didnt look away when he noticed, not embarrassed to be caught looking. From the direction of her glance, the way it shifted upward at her own leisurely pace, he had a pretty good idea shed been studying his ass. He was wearing slacks and the K&A dark embroidered placket shirt, no sports coat over it at the moment. When he lifted a brow, she shrugged.

Thats sexual harassment, he muttered.

Despite the distance, she offered a seductive smile and picked up her pen. Report me, she mouthed, and gave him a wink.

He grinned all the way back to the parking deck.

Matt decided to leave with Janet, as he was meeting Savannah in the French Quarter for an early dinner with Peter and Dana. Theyd all been working long hours, so Max could tell Janet was pleased they were taking some time as couples. However, since Matt walked out with her when Max pulled the limo out to the front, there was no immediate one-on-one time.

Max kept an eye on her in the mirror, but she was still in full work mode, switching out papers with Matt for him to sign, their heads bent together as Matt showed her certain things he needed adjusted. He wanted them by tomorrow afternoon at the latest. With the dance class tonight, Max wondered when she would get any sleep. But she didnt seem concerned at all, merely agreeing it would be done.

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