Protecting Her Heart (Seals Security Book 3) by Michelle Woods

if she didn’t do exactly what he wanted her to do whenever he wanted it, now that she’d settled in she was almost sure that wasn’t true. Evie was setting a clear boundary with Luke because she could see from the way he had begun to pile more work onto her as time went on that he would take advantage if she didn’t.
    “You won’t—um, well—but you’re my assistant.”
    “Yes, and nowhere in the description of my job did it say ‘pick up dry cleaning’. But I will stay late to do these reports you need for tomorrow. As for your suit, I would suggest leaving a half hour early so that you have time to go by and get it before your date,” Evie informed him before turning back to her computer to begin typing the event schedule for the charity ball next month that she’d been working on for Laney because Monica had to leave early for some reason.

     
    Luke stood beside Evie’s desk staring at her in dazed shock at her refusal to pick up his dry cleaning on her way home. It wasn’t like he asked her to do things like that often and it was something Maria would do on occasion when he needed her to. Evie had started typing on her computer as if he were dismissed after her politely worded suggestion to leave early to pick up the suit himself.
    Over the past months she had organized his life at work so well that he never questioned how she was doing it but now he wondered if she wasn’t staying later than he’d realized. Maybe that was why she’d just flat out refused to help him with his suit. He stood watching her type, noting the way her red hair fell around her face in a colorful wave of silky strands and how she bit her lip when she hit the backspace key. He wondered again what those lips would taste like. Would they be sweet or maybe they’d taste like honey? He was still watching her, his cock starting to harden, when she glanced up, her eyes narrowed as if she knew he was having inappropriate thoughts about her.
    “Is there something else, Mr. Stewart?” she asked pertly.
    Luke hated when she called him Mr. Stewart and he had no idea why. His lips tightened and he wanted to lift her up out of that chair and show her exactly why she shouldn’t call him ‘Mr. Stewart’ in that tone. Instead he clenched his hand on the paper dry cleaning ticket he was holding.
    “No,” he barked.
    Turning on his heel, he headed out the door toward Laney’s office. He stomped in without knocking, finding his sister on the phone and leaning back in her chair. Letting out a little growl, he plopped down in the chair in front of her desk and listened to her wrap up the call. She turned to him, raising a brow, after she laid the receiver in the cradle.
    “What has your panties in a wad this afternoon?” Laney asked.
    “Evie,” Luke replied sullenly. He wasn’t sure why her refusal had bothered him so much. Maybe it was the abuse her lip had taken after she’d said it or the way her hair had framed her face. Damn it, why was he still thinking about Evie’s lips? He shifted in the seat, his cock pressing hard against his zipper.
    He shoved thoughts of Evie out of his head, trying to focus on his current issue. He didn’t have time to go get his suit and he needed it for the meeting he had with Farmer tomorrow. His date wasn’t going to enjoy waiting in the car while he picked it up on the way to the restaurant where they had reservations. Kate, a model, wasn’t exactly known for her niceness.
    “What did Evie do? I’m sure whatever it is was done because you were being annoying again so maybe a better question is what did you do?” Laney asked, a slightly sly grin on her face.
    “I didn’t do anything! I just asked her to get my dry cleaning because I have a date and can’t pick it up. She acted like I asked her to jump through a flaming hoop. I mean how hard would it be for her to swing by there? I know it’s on the way to her apartment so it isn’t out of her way, but her response was it’s not in my job