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I knocked on his door and went straight in. He was on the phone but waved at me to sit at the meeting table. He walked over to the door and shut it, then turned to look out the window and continued talking. I realised it was the first time I'd heard him speak and his voice was very deep and resonant, with a soft West Country burr to it, so incongruous with his tough reputation and the power almost crackling from him. I watched him pacing in front of the window, his energy seemingly boundless. Robert was of average height but he seemed taller. His shoulders were broad and muscular, his biceps well defined through his tailored shirt. As he ran a hand through his dark hair, I saw muscles ripple down his back. Although he wasn't thin, there didn't seem to be an ounce of spare flesh on him. His hair was dark but I noticed the beginnings of grey at his temples and wondered how old he was.

As his phone call drew to a close, he came over to where I still hovered and shook my hand. His grasp was strong and warm.

"I don't think we've been properly introduced," he said, his ice-blue eyes boring into mine. His look sent a shiver down my spine and butterflies fluttered in my belly. "I'm Robert Wolfe, Operations Director."

"Anna Carrington, Marketing," I stammered, blushing like a school girl. The contact with his hand was making me uncomfortably warm.

"Yes, I know," he said releasing my hand and sitting down. "The colouring in department." I must have gasped for immediately he laughed, a deep rumble entirely without humour. "Joke, girl," he said, "Only a joke."

The rest of the meeting did not go well. I had prepared a lot of comparative information but Robert immediately dismissed a great deal of it.

"Don't think this is about saving the planet," he growled, "Because of what we do, we pay high penalties in tax and this will help us get some of it back. That's all."

"Then why do you need me?" I snapped without thinking. My back was already up from his opening comment and as he'd been picking holes in my ideas, I was getting more and more defensive. "Oh calm down, girl, I'm just telling it how it is," his stern expression hadn't softened but there was amusement in his tone and his eyes were almost twinkling. "I need you to tell it how it isn't."

"I won't lie," I said defiantly.

"I'm not asking you to lie, just add some what do you call it -- spin," he almost spat the word out. "Bring some pretty posters and leaflet designs to the steering group meeting in three weeks and leave the real work to the rest of us."

"Fine," I shot back. "But you have to at least agree to a reduction target or this project won't be taken seriously and we'll never get accredited." I gathered my papers and walked to the door. He stood quickly, blocking my path.

"Don't walk away from me, girl," he growled, his eyes flashing dangerously. As I turned back to face him, the feral animosity radiating from him was quite intimidating. He raised a hand to the door, preventing my exit. I could feel my knees shaking and my heart was hammering away in my chest under his ferocious gaze, a strange mixture of fear and something else as well.

"Who do you think you are?" he snarled, glaring at me. "You come waltzing into the business in your tight little skirts and think you can flirt around to get what you want." His eyes travelled down my body, taking in the roundness of my breasts and curve of my hips. I pressed myself back into the door, unable to escape from his marauding stare and not a little intimidated by his aggression.

"Just because you're Ed's golden girl doesn't mean you can tell me what to do."

At that, I lifted my chin with a defiance I didn't feel and returned his stare. I had worked very hard since joining the business and sales had increased noticeably. Yes, I enjoyed unprecedented support from my boss, but it was because I was good at what I did and unlike some people, I considered getting on with people a better way to succeed than bullying.

"Let me out please," I said through gritted teeth.