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grin twisted his lips. “You haven’t begun to pander.” His hand flashed out and he caught her hair in his fist. “Dan went out for food.” He pulled her close. “But I’m hungry for your mouth around my dick. I’ll bet you can give one hell of a blow job. You fat chicks usually do since you're desperate to please any man.”
    Jovie mumbled a protest while throwing a frantic glance to the conference table. Rand wasn’t there anymore. Her heart plummeted into her pitching stomach. Only she could defend herself. I can do this. "Let me go, you piece of slime."
    “I've had enough games. Once Dan gets back, it’s another box of paperwork then your time to negotiate is over.” Clinton released her hair. He fumbled at his belt buckle and fly.
    Bile rose in her throat until she felt Rand’s presence behind her. He slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her tight to his front. His rock-hard cock pressed urgently against the small of her back.
    “Don’t let him get away with intimidation, sweet one. The only dick your lips will ever go around will be mine.” His breath warmed her ear. “Tell him what he can do with himself.”
    A tiny moan escaped when she imagined licking Rand's thick shaft, teasing him, making him jerk with need and tormenting him as much as he'd done to her. She shook her head, scattering the lustful thoughts. I can do this. I’m better than the situation, as weird as it is . Squaring her shoulders, she shoved at Clinton’s chest. “If you want to get off on something, you’d better start looking for a blow-up doll. Either get the hell out of this room or let me go home.”
    “I love it when you stand up for yourself,” Rand whispered into her other ear, following the encouragement with a nip to her lobe that sent delicious tingles zipping through her bloodstream. “Independence looks good on you; confidence even better.”
    Jovie smiled. “What’s it gonna be, Clinton?” Her self-assurance soared, buoyed her as if she were as high as Clinton claimed. “I’ve got another piece of news for you. You can keep me here all you want, but sooner or later the rest of the office will come back. What then? Will you buy my silence? Get Dan to give me a promotion to shut me up?” She drilled a finger into his chest, forcing him to take quick steps backward toward the door. “When it comes down to it, you’re a coward, Clinton. Your only talent is bullying people into doing your work. It’s you who should be afraid because I'm gunning for your job.”
    “You’re insane. And you’re weird.” Clinton’s gaze roved around the room. “I don’t know what’s in here, ghosts, fairies, goblins, whatever, but they can all stay here.” He stumbled through the doorway, his eyes huge. He returned a few seconds later with a third copy paper box which he dropped on the floor. “You transform this one and you can go home. No questions. No more harassment. Hell, I’ll even have Dan transfer you to a different department if you want. I won't bother you again.”
    Before she could respond, Clinton slammed the door. Jovie glanced at the box then at Rand. “How come only I can see you?” She hated to admit it, but Clinton wasn’t the only one to question her sanity. How could he be a delusion if everyone else could see the evidence of his existence? Maybe he was merely a coping mechanism for her fear and once her confidence stuck around, he'd disappear forever. Yet it didn't explain the work.
    And she hadn't done it. What did that make her?
    “You are the one who believes in me, so why would I show myself to anyone else? It would waste my time and energy. Besides, I belong to you and you to me, remember?” He took her into his arms and brushed tendrils of hair away from her face. “Do you regret my coming to you?”
    “No.” She held his gaze, shaking from the intensity that blazed from the depths of his eyes. “If you are as magical and powerful as you say, why not simply let me walk out