Free Revenge Sex by Celeste Anwar Page A

was still shining.
                  The other women in the office had begun to hate her, and she got the sense that they thought she was wearing sexier clothing to work her way up the ranks.
                  Hell, maybe she was, even though she didn’t feel like it.  Those bitches, she just ignored.  She wasn’t here to make any friends.   She had enough of those on the outside world.  If she ever got to see them again.
                  Monica should have been gratified that working her assets had garnered her special attention after all, but she wasn’t.  What did it take to get that jerk slapped with a sexual harassment suit and out of her life ?
                  She’d begun to think that the looks he’d given her and the attitude she’d sensed simmering beneath the surface had just been a figment of her imagination the entire time .   She’d gotten to the point where continuing to fight and try to antagonize him seemed to be not only a waste of time, but a detriment to her career in this office.   She might actually switch to a new office, if only to get some peace from all the drama she’d managed to conjure up.  And ignore the fact that she’d been stupid to try anything.
                  Monica drummed her fingers on the desk, spacing out her laptop, staring over the screen past her neighbor’s desk and through the glass door.  Beyond that glass door, Mr. Knightley was pulling an all-nighter for one of their major accounts that he hadn’t trusted anyone in the office to take care of with the same care that he could.  Control freak.   Then again, it was that attitude which had probably propelled him to the top.
                  She sighed.  She saved her work, and was about to log off her account when the door opened .  Mr. Knightley opened his door and stepped out, wearing a dark grey Armani.  He stretched as if he’d been sitting in the same position for hours.  He stopped when he saw her watching him.   His hard gaze raked over her.  She practically felt him pausing on her tits.
                  “Burning the midnight hour?” he asked, walking towards her.  He stopped at the desk across from her s and leaned his hip against it, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
                  She hated that she even noticed how broad his chest was.  Briefly, she wondered if this was the opportunity she’d been looking for.  “About to log off, as a matter of fact,” she said, thinking hard about turning the camera option on on her laptop to capture the evidence should any arise .
                  She tightened her arms together, enhancing her cleavage.  He noticed, if the raised eyebrow was any indication.  Monica smiled, feeling that things were finally slipping into place after her unending patience .  She clicked her mouse and turned the camera on, then stood from her office chair .
                  She allowed a smile to part her full lips.  She licked the bottom one briefly, giving him her flirtiest look.  “Why are you really here?  I noticed you and I are the only ones in the office tonight.  That’s never happened before.”
                  One corner of his mouth lifted in a half-smile, half smirk.  “I’m not so stupid as to leave myself vulnerable to a sexual harassment lawsuit, however tempting the person might be.  I have a lot to lose.”
                  If he’d slapped her, he couldn’t have shocked her more.  She straightened, undeterred. “You still didn’t answer my question.”
                  His voice dropped low.  “I think you know why I’m in here.  You’ve been wearing those short skirts and tight shirts for a month now.  I thought you’d catch the hint to quit with the extra work, but you’re a hard-headed little thing, aren’t you.”
                  Monica moved around her desk.