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hands flexed convulsively, and I dropped the phone. 
    “Miss Watson, are you still there? I need your answer.” I could hear a tinny little voice somewhere next to my ear – a mile away – trying to get my attention. I ignored it.
    My heart was hammering, my pulse filled my body. My hands flew to Jacob’s head as the wave crested, and a tsunami of pleasure beat upon my body, filling my core, clearing my mind.
    “Miss Watson?”
    I could do nothing else but scream in pleasure. “Yes!” I cried. It felt so glorious that I prayed it never end. “Yes!” there was no time, no space, no anything except this man between my legs, and me.
    I started to sob as I came down from my high. “Yes,” I cried. “Yes.” The last word was a whisper.
    I lay on the desk; stunned, satisfied, stupefied. What had this man done to me? How was it possible to feel these things so easily with him? I lapsed into a quiet wrought of physical exhaustion.
    All was peaceful. And then, from somewhere far away, a tinny voice harrumphed as it broke the silence. “Sheesh, no need to be so vocal about it. I’ll make a note as to your agreement.” The phone went silent with a click.
    * * *
    The sound of the phone hanging up echoed until I finally recognized it as important. When I did, I sat bolt upright. “I… I think I just said yes. To the merger.”
    Jacob King had risen to stand before me. “You think?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
    My hands went to my head. “I… I honestly don’t know. I was kind of busy.” I was still struggling to resurface after the tidal wave of electric thrill that had just surged through my body. “But yes.”
    “Do you want to call Paul back?” he asked. “You can still change your mind.” He hesitated, then looked into my eyes. “This… wasn’t meant to be about doing something you didn’t want to do.”
    Now I arched an eyebrow. “I never do things I don’t want to do…”
    I paused, considering my words. “Except around you. You have some sort of hold over me.”
    I needed to think. What did I want? Lying on the desk, Jacob nearby, I felt safe. Secure. Did I trust him with buying my old company?
    I thought about that for a moment. Did I think he could do better than the previous owners? That we could do better than the previous owners?
    And suddenly it hit me. I didn’t need to think about the answer at all.
    “I trust you,” I whispered. “From the moment we met, I’ve trusted you.”
    * * *
    Two hours later , I was still in shock. What had I gotten myself into? Could I do this? I was confused, and I wasn’t sure if the source was the company, or the man who had just bought it.
    Jacob, for his part, had been scarce. Final paperwork had necessitated a series of last minute signatures and double checks. He’d texted me that he was on his way back, but had another meeting in several minutes time.
    I was on the floor, reaching for a dropped pen, when I heard him arrive.
    “Good, she’s not here,” I heard as the door opened. It was Jacob’s voice. I launched myself under his desk, crouching on my hands and knees. Why wouldn’t he want me here?
    Please don’t sit down. Please don’t sit down.
    He sat down, and I scrambled backwards. The desk was huge, almost as big as my apartment, with plenty of room under for both myself and the legs that suddenly appeared in front of me.
    He seemed to be on the phone. “Uh huh, yes. No, she won’t be expecting it.”
    A cold feeling started to form at the pit of my stomach, and I moved to emerge and confront this man when a knock sounded at the door. I retreated back into my hidey hole as Jacob called for his next meeting to come in. “With you in one moment.”
    I could hear his attention divert back to the phone. “Yes. Yes that’s correct. Another six hundred roses, to the same address.” He paused briefly while he listened to something on the other end of the line. “I don’t care if my last order bought you out, just find them .