“That,” he said, turning and placing it carefully on the bench far away from her, “is none of your concern.”

“Okay, so if I’m not going to be working in the lab, what am I going to be doing?”

“Filing, email correspondence, typing up reports, and a bit of dictation.”

“Now that I can do,” Emma said.

He smiled and it was blinding in its brilliance. She stood basking in it for far too long. The iciness of his eyes warmed to a stormy grey and she felt the magnetic pull of him. It took all her effort to remain where she stood and not start stripping her clothes off....