Emma's warning fury returned to full flame. "This so called "matter" better be about something reasonable. Because if you mess with my job, I will yell sex discrimination so loud that these concrete building blocks will crumble" her fingernails raked the wooden arms of the chair. "I'm the right person for this job. Mr Rohan"

"You sure as hell are right for something" he snapped. " I got a taste of it the other night. You were like hot silk in my arms when we danced, woman. Why the hell did you walk away from me?"

Emma felt the blood drain from her cheeks. "Finally you said what you have...