Christmas with a Scoundrel Dahlia Rose
Tyne sat tapping her foot nervously against the plush carpet of herboss’s office floor. Beside her sat her supervisor, one of the executive vicepresidents of Dodd and Tate Securities. Their eyes met for a brief instantand he gave her a cocky grin. In return she gave him the finger.
I’malready in trouble so fuck it,
she thought angrily. This mess startedbecause Miles Sweeten was a slimy disgusting cheating on his wife, son of a bitch. The Christmas party was going fine until he cornered her byherself in the break room and decided to get grabby.In the midst of her fighting off his advances, his secretary Diane camein. She wanted to be the one under Miles Hodge’s sweaty palms, so theincident was brought to the attention of Mr. Tate, she took up the charge todefend her boss when she knew the truth.
Stupid low class bitch!
Tynefumed, because now she was sitting in the big man’s office having todefend herself against the charge of interoffice romance, which was a no-no. All the other secretaries in the pool knew about grabby Miles and theywere all rooting for her. But none of them would stand with her. Shecouldn’t blame them, their jobs were just as important as hers and they hadfamilies to take care of.Ronan Tate walked into the room, tall and confident. The tailoredblack suit fit him to perfection and matched the color of his coal blackhair. Tyne estimated he was six foot two, easily. Even in his crisp suit, hehad stubble on his face as if he hadn’t shaved for a day or two. That justincreased the sexiness of the man in Tyne’s opinion. If there was anyoneto have an office romance with it would be him. But the expression on hisface was serious, and Tyne turned her thoughts away from his looks to thematter at hand. She would defend herself and keep the job she so badlyneeded.Ronan Tate nodded briskly. “Ms. Sweeten, Hodge.”“Mr. Tate,” Tyne responded quietly.