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Probably nothing. He is just your charismatic boss paying you a compliment. But everything felt different, and all of a sudden she wondered for the first time why exactly he wanted her to work late. It was how every one of her fantasies started.  Was tonight going to be just work or something more?
     
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    By five-thirty, Day was on pins and needles, waiting. At four, the office had emptied out and she had refused going out to the local bar with some of the other ladies. Of course they wanted to know why she had to work late and the only thing she could use as an excuse was the new magazine March Publishing now owned. She honestly had no clue why she was needed and the thought kept racing through her head while she ran on the treadmill. Morgan March made the office building he owned employee friendly. From the gym upstairs and the comfortable lunch lounge, anyone could tell he wanted his people to be happy. And it showed because his employees would walk over coals for him.
    In the showers of the gym she changed into the soft blue sweater and jeans that she always kept in her locker. Pulling a comb from her locker she put her hair in its customary pigtails. There was no way she could get back into the clothes she had worn since six a.m.  Now she sat at her desk, anxiously waiting to see what Morgan wanted while an open document blinked at her on the computer.
    She made sure that the doors were locked before heading upstairs so when she heard the key card beep and the elevator doors swish open she would know it was him. Her stomach did the merry little dance yet again. This time she pressed it gently hoping to make it behave. Morgan strode in—tall, handsome and commanding, even in a room with only the two of them.  His hair was tousled and his tie askew from a long day of making his mark in the publishing world.
    He gave her a crooked tired grin. “Hey.”
    She couldn’t help the sympathy that rose up in her. “You look tired, Morgan. Maybe we should work late tomorrow?”
    He held up a bag. “I’m fine. I brought some dinner in case you were hungry. Let me run upstairs, take a shower and change. Then we can get down to it.”
    Get down to what? she wanted to scream. She couldn’t eat even if she wanted to. Her nerves got the best of her. Instead, she smiled. “I had a late lunch after you left. I’ll plate this up for you before you come back downstairs.”
    “I’m not really hungry myself,” he admitted. “I’m sure we’ll want it later.”
    Daye took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. She tried to focus her wayward mind from thinking about him and on the document she was trying aimlessly to type. She turned off the computer with a frustrated sigh. It was more than likely she was making way too much of this late night work session. They had done it on numerous occasions and Morgan was always the epitome of professionalism. She didn’t understand why now her mind was on those stupid fantasies that had plagued her about her boss. Maybe you sense something has changed, maybe you see it in his eyes?  Take your silly girlish crush out of you mind and focus on your job! she chastised herself firmly. She took her tablet PC from the desk, and a notebook in case she had to jot down anything pertinent he might need her to do. She headed into his massive office where his Zen fountain trickled in the corner and she sat in the plush chair across from his desk. Morgan came in soon after. Instead of his three-piece business suit he now wore a casual shirt rolled up at the sleeves and it was tucked into a pair of jeans. He looked simply scrumptious.
    “I feel three hundred times better,” he said. He closed the door that led to the outer office before crossing  the room. “I think we should get started.”
    “Exactly what are we doing, sir…I mean, Morgan? You’re being very evasive. By now I usually already have a small draft of whatever project you—”
    He ended her words when he took her by the