Free Emerald Eyes by N. Michaels Page A

good night.”  
    Mr. Miller looks up at me, catching a quick breath. He opens his mouth to say something, but three loud knocks at the door stop him. Mr. Miller looks at the door then back at me, “I ordered some room service, could you please let them in?”
    “Umm… yes, of course.”  
    I walk to the door, tightening the robe around my body. I open the door and step back, allowing the room service to enter, but my eyes focus on two ice blue irises that widen with shock and disbelief, which then shift into pure rage.  
    What the hell?

CHAPTER SIX

    Barbie-want-to-be is standing at the door, glaring at me, “What the fuck are you doing in Eric’s suite?!” she screeches.
    She’s looking me over from head to toe, then storms inside, pushing me out of her way with her shoulder bumping into mine.
    “Eric! What the hell is going – “
    “Shut. Up.” Mr. Miller growls. He’s already on his feet, glaring at her and she recoils back, stunned as though he’d hit her.
    “Katherine, this is Eliza Montgomery – “  
    “His girlfriend.” Eliza interrupts him, her voice cold and possessive.  
    I look at Mr. Miller who has turned into a human statue. This time it’s him who is frozen and immobilized. I feel seriously out of place. Suddenly, a wave of exhaustion crushes over me.  
    This day is getting better by the minute…  
    Not wanting to get into a catfight over a man who made it clear I don’t stand a chance to have while I work for him, I make the only decision I can. Tonight I’ll sleep here, tomorrow I’ll get a separate room and she can stay with him… and she probably will.  
    I keep my voice clam and my breathing steady, “Nice to meet you Miss Montgomery. Excuse me… long day tomorrow. Good night.”
    I turn and head to my bedroom but right before I reach my door, I hear Mr. Miller’s voice. I stop walking. I stop breathing. They can’t see me and I want to hear what Mr. Miller will say to her.
    “Why are you here Eliza?” Mr. Miller sounds agitated.  
    “What, you’re not happy to see me?” she purrs.  
    “I’m here for you, Eric, is it not clear? I missed you, but I’m more interested to know why you and your executive assistant are sharing a suite. I come to you and find this .” Eliza hisses the last part of the sentence.  
    “I told you before, don’t visit me when I’m working. This is seriously pissing me off. You are pissing me off.” Mr. Miller growls quietly.
    “What about her ? Does she piss you off?” her tone turns sarcastic. “Did you take your frustration on her?”  
    I frown. What the hell does that suppose to mean?
    “Katherine is my employee, nothing more. Seriously Eliza, this jealousy has to stop and you can’t keep telling people you’re my girlfriend, when we both know damn well you are not.” Mr. Miller’s voice is border lining on a wild animal’s growl.
    I can’t listen to them anymore. The fact he said I’m just an employee, cuts me to the quick. I made up this whole flirting scenario in my head. This man is starting to seriously mess me up. I‘ve always been in control of my desires, always got what I wanted from any man, until he came along. I couldn’t even introduce him to Mark for crying out loud! It hasn’t been long enough but Mr. Miller’s already tearing me down, little by little, opening each seam until my soul will be torn wide open for him to do as he pleases. I need to keep him at arms length to make sure that won’t happen.  
    No. I won’t let that happen.  
    I open the bedroom door then quietly close it behind me. I pull the covers off, in frustration, thinking about her sharing his bed in a few moments and them having passionate make-up sex.  
    I got to get the hell out of here tomorrow and get a different room.  
    A long sad sigh escape my lips. I close my eyes, trying to think about anything but Mr. Miller’s breathtaking eyes, his lips… his hair… those sexy strands falling on his forehead… his