Maya Banks - Giving In

YOU look like hell, Jensen Tucker said bluntly from the doorway of Kylie Breckenridges office.

Kylie shot him a look that would have withered a lesser man. But Jensen was frustratingly unaffected by her icy demeanor around him. He acted as if he didnt have a clue that he bugged the shit out of her. But no, she imagined he knew exactly how much he bothered her, and he just chose to ignore it. Stubborn, impossible, completely overbearing man. Precisely the kind of man she avoided at all costs.

Only he was her boss. That put another sour expression on her face. Carson had been her boss, he and Dash. And then when her brother had died three years ago, Dash had become her only boss and she had liked it that way.

Jensen should hire his own damn personal assistant, but he seemed perfectly content to dump his workload on Kylie and annoy the piss out of her in the process.

Gee, thanks, she said in a tone to match her glare. Nice to know I pass muster around here.

Jensen strolled into her office, uninvited. But then hed never come in here if he waited for an invitation. Kylie had made it clear she didnt want him anywhere near her. Another thing he chose to ignore.

He took a seat in one of the chairs in front of her desk, and she made a mental note to get rid of them. They were unnecessary. Jensen and Dash did all the entertaining of their clients. There wasnt a need for anyone to ever enter her office. She did her job quietly and efficiently, never drawing attention to herself. Only for some reason, Jensen seemed determined to invade her personal space. A fact that had increasingly frustrated her in the weeks since hed joined Dash in their consulting firm.

You arent sleeping, he said in that same straightforward tone hed used to tell her she looked like hell.

His gaze penetrated her, raking over her features, and she knew what he saw. What she saw in the mirror every morning. Eyes haunted with the past. Deep shadows seemingly permanently etched underneath her eyes. She knew what she looked like. She didnt need this arrogant asshole to point it out to her.

I wasnt aware that my appearance or sleep habits in any way interfered with my duties here.

Her sarcasm was wasted because Jensen just let it roll off him, much like he did everything else. Never once had she seen him express any sort of emotion. He didnt get upset or angry but neither had she ever seen him express happiness or excitement. Nothing but that steady gaze that saw too much. Peeling back the layers of her skinand her mind. She hated it. She felt like a bug under a microscope. She wouldnt put it past him to know when she went to the damn bathroom.

He was a man who nothing escaped his notice. He was quiet, observant. He stood back and observed others. It suited him well for the career hed chosen. But it discomfited her. He could save his scrutiny for the consulting jobs he and Dash took on. Those companies needed his unbiased and discerning eye. She sure as hell didnt need it or want it.

You do a damn fine job, Kylie. I dont believe Ive ever given you reason to doubt my confidence in your abilities. If I have, then I apologize. Dash and I would certainly be lost without you.

She blinked in surprise over the unexpected praise, and unwanted color washed into her cheeks, warming her skin. She didnt want to acknowledge the brief surge of pleasure his veiled compliment had brought.

When was the last time you slept? he asked pointedly, still staring at her, studying intently.

Last night, she said lightly. Just like I do every night.

Bullshit.

Her eyes widened at the growl in his voice.

If youre even getting a few hours of sleep Id find that hard to believe. Why dont you take some time off? Go somewhere. Relax. Take a vacation. Dash says youve never once taken off. Only when Carson died.

Kylie flinched, unable to temper the surge of grief that hit her square in the chest.

You can say it, Jensen said in an almost brutal tone. Hes dead, Kylie. Joss has moved on so why cant you?

She slapped her palms down on her desk and stood, staring him down, not giving a single inch.

He was my family, she hissed. My only family. He was all I had left in the world. He was the only person who loved me, who protected me, and now hes gone. If you think I can just blithely forget that and go on about my life like his death didnt affect me, you can go to hell.

There. Finally some emotion, Kylie. Even if youre spitting mad. But at least youre not acting like some goddamn robot working on autopilot. Would it kill you to be human like the rest of us? Shit happens. You deal with it, pick up the pieces and move on. Just like everyone else in the human race. You arent special. You arent the only person whos had a shitty past and whos lost someone they love.

Fury clouded her vision, making the room go hazy. Anger tightened every one of her features and for a moment she was paralyzed, unable to respond around the knot in her throat choking her.

How dare you? she raged. Who the hell are you to judge me? You dont know a goddamn thing about me. Get the hell out of my office and dont come back. If you want or need something, you can damn well e-mail me, call me or text. But do not come back into my office.

He didnt react to her outburst. To her astonishment, a faint smile glimmered on his lips.

I know a hell of a lot more about you than you think. But youre right. I dont know everything. But I plan to change that. Starting now. You and I are going to be working very closely over the next few weeks because Dash and Joss are going on their honeymoon. Were trying to land a contract with Simpson & Gerrick Oil and its a big one. Theyre downsizing and they want to cut the fat. Get rid of the unproductive workers. Rearrange duties. Decide who goes and who stays. And thats going to fall on you and me.

Kylies eyes widened. I dont have any experience in handling that. I work in the background, Jensen. You know that. I run the office. You and Dash are the cutthroats.

And you dont have the heart for it, do you, Kylie?

She flushed. Admitting her weaknesses wasnt on her top-ten list of things to reveal.

You act the bitch. You come across as abrasive, even to the people who love you. I wonder why? Are you so afraid of loving someone, of getting close to someone and losing them like you lost Carson? Because you dont fool me, Kylie. Not in the least. Underneath that tough-as-nails exterior lies a vulnerable, bighearted woman and shes who I want to pull out. And I will. Take it to the bank, sweetheart. You and I are going to be seeing a lot more of one another so get used to it.

Get out, she said through clenched teeth. I dont have to put up with this in my own office.

He shrugged. Doesnt matter where its said. It doesnt change what will be. And what will be is you and me, Kylie. I go after what I want and I dont fail. Ever.

She snorted, her blood pressure rising, her breath hitching in her throat. His words terrified her and yet there was something about them that made her pulse kick up several notches.

Jensen Tucker was everything she didnt want in a man. Not that she wanted any man. But especially not a dominant, alpha, overbearing male. There was no way in hell shed ever put herself in a position of vulnerability again and no matter what woman was with Jensen, shed definitely be vulnerable. Hell, shed be eaten alive. Jensen would chew her up and spit her out in ten seconds flat.

Dont hold your breath, she said in a frigid tone. It will never happen. And so help me, if you ever even hint about this again, Ill slap a sexual harassment suit on you so fast your head will spin.