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Lunch with Derek had gone henter than Sandra expected. She could feel his interest in her growing, and that gave her a smug sense of victory Evelyn was nothing compared to her, and she was going to prove that to everyone.

With thoughts of her successful lunch still swirling in her head, Sandra pushed open the door to Michael’s office o

The sight that greeted her brought her to a sudden, jolting stops

Michael was leaning against his desk, his hands buried in his secretary’s hair as they kissed, completely unaware of her presence.

The shock held her frozen in place for a moment, and then her irruation surged. “What the hell is going on here?” Sandra demanded, and secretary jerked back, her face paling slightly as she saw Sandra standing in the doorway.

Michael straightened immediately, brushing down his suit as if to restore some semblance of professionalism. “Sandra,” he started, his voice smooth, but there was an edge of irritation underneath it. “I see you’re back from your

The secretary, flustered and red–faced, hastily gathered her things and scurried out of the office, avouring Sandra’s furious glare.

Once they were alone, Sandra’s hands went to her hips, her eyes blazing with disbelief. “What do you think you’re doing with your Secretary?”

Michael sat at the edge of his desk, his expression darkening as he squared off with her. “That’s rich coming from you he sneered. “I should be asking you the same thing. Why were you with Derek, and why didn’t you tell me about in first?”

Sandra’s

is eyes narrowed, her lips curling into a scornful smile. “Oh, so that’s what this is about! You’re upset that I went to lunch with Derek?” She took a step closer, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “You’re the one who told me to focus on him, remember I told you I wanted hum to accompany me to the reunion didn’t P How else was I supposed to make that happen if I don’t clear the air with him and spend time with him?” Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Michael’s jaw clenched. “We had an agreement. You’re supposed to tell me about every move you make. Were you going to tell me about your lunch had not seen the both of you together?””

Sandra anorted, “Don’t think I’m going to let you make this about me. I’m not the one who was making out with his secretary. Tell me what I want to know, Micharl, Why the hell were you making out with your secretary? Or should I even bother asking? Perhaps this isn’t the first time, and you’ve been doing it all along”

He met her gaze head–on his eyes cold. “I told you I wanted you. When was the last time we had sex? You know how sexually active I am. I needed to relieve myself. I asked to meet tonight, and you came up with some silly excuse about meeting Rayna. What did you expect? That I’d wait forever?”

Sandra’s laugh was bitter, disbelief clouding her features. Relieve yourself? shook her head, disgust evident in her expression.

“Well, we didn’t go that far before you came in. Let’s meet this night..”

Are you kidding me, Michael? Is that supposed to be your excuse?” She

“I can’t believe you. Do you really think I’m just going to go along with this! That after what I just saw, I meet you again!”

Machael rose from the desk, and his hand shot out, grabbing her arm roughly. His grip was tight enough to hurt, his voice low and metacing “You’ll meet me when I tell you to meet me, Sandra Don’t push me. I’m not going to tolerate any silly attitudes from you.

Sandra’s eyes blazed with fury. “I thought you had better taste, Michael,” she spat, her voice dripping with disdain. “But clearly, you don’t. I’m disappointed in you,” she said as she tried to wrench her arm free, but Michael’s grip was tight.

Michael’s expression didn’t falter. If anything, her deliance seemed to amuse him. “And you think I’m not disappointed in you? Do you really think your attitude since your first date with Derek has gone unnoticed by me! Don’t get any ideas about double–crossing me, Sandra. I know how your mind works. If I see one wrong move–if I even suspect that you’re planning something behind my back–everything we’ve built will be over in an instant. Do you understand me?”

Sandra glared at him, her chest heaving as she tried to contain the rage coursing through her. “You don’t get to threaten me, Michael”

“Oh, I’m not threatening,” he said, his voice deadly calm as he grabbed her neck with his other least. Tm warning you, Sandra. Meet me at Club Edge tonight at seven…”

you in meeting with Rayna. We are meeting at 7 PM, Sandra cut in with an angry hiss

“Then push back your neeting with her or cancel it. What I want is more important than whatever silly plans you have for the truninu. You can chitose to meet with her after Indone with you. I don’t care. If you don’t show up tonight, consider out arrangement off. And I’ll proceed with my plans without you. You’ll be cut off hom everytlung

11:46 AM

Michael stepped closer, his presence overwhelming as he towered over her. “Since you started giving me a reason to doubt you. Seven o’clock,” he repeated as he let go of her neck and arm. “Don’t make me regret trusting you. And you better put on something sexy.”

With one last icy look, Sandra turned on her heel and stormed out of the office, fury bubbling just beneath the surface.

As she stepped into the elevator, her hands clenched into fists, her thoughts shifted back to Derek. She knew that she had to play this carefully, now more than ever.

One thing was clear- Michael wasn’t playing games anymore. And neither was

she.

If Michael suspected even for a second that she was trying to outmaneuver him, he wouldn’t hesitate to ruin everything. She wouldn’t let him do

that

Her churned as she thought of meeting him tonight, and her mind raced with plans of her own. If Michael thought she was going to let him control her or ruin her plans, he had another thing coming

Once she got into her car, she took out her phone and sent Rayna a text. Let’s meet at Club Edge by 7 PM. You can ask Evelyn to join us, so we can trash out our differences. But don’t let her know I’ll be there, or she might not show up.]

After sending the text, Sandra tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, and her lips curled with a smirk

She was going to take care of both Evelyn and Michael.