"Miss August,
I'm sorry to bring up office matters at a social occasion..." Mr.
Myerhausen turned to watch the three security men escort Allistair and Brittney
away.
"Sir?" Jo tried
not to shiver. Was she going to be fired or her pay docked for being part of
the scene that had just taken place?
At least Ken was safe
from Allistair.
"Sorry. Mustn't
drift like that. Quite a revelation, eh, Ken?"
"Yes, sir."
Ken tightened his arm around Jo's waist. "Lucky for us, there wasn't much
fallout."
"Fallout.
Exactly. Miss August, please make a note when you come in Monday morning, I
want security to meet Mr. Somerville at the front door. He is not to be alone
for one second while he cleans out his desk. I want Mr. Wilberforce and Miss
Spencer to supervise, so he doesn't try to take home anything that belongs to
the company. I especially don't want him to have access to his computer before
our IT people can get inside and backtrack his larcenous activities.
"Oh, and
speaking of IT … ah, there they are." He beckoned to a cluster of people
standing on the edge of the crowd. "I regret asking them to work tonight,
but they'll get double-time, of course. We need to close down his Internet
access before he destroys evidence. And perhaps we'll find whoever has been
helping him." A sigh. "I suspected him, but there was no proof. Well,
we all heard what he said, didn't we? Good enough reason to fire him
immediately."
"Yes, sir,"
Jo said, and Ken echoed her.
"My dear Miss
August, this is a Christmas party. I recommend the two of you enjoy
yourselves." He gestured up at the ceiling. "And do take advantage of
the mistletoe while you can." Chuckling, he walked away, gesturing for the
others who had remained in the room to follow.
"Mistletoe?"
Ken tipped his head back. Sure enough, the mistletoe hung directly over their
heads. Jo could have sworn it was on the other side of the room just a few
minutes ago.
"Orders are
orders," she whispered.
"Yes,
ma'am." He kept his arm around her waist and drew her up against him.
Jo caught her breath
when Ken cupped her cheek, just as he had a few days ago. Her eyes closed and
she sighed as his lips brushed warm and soft across her mouth.
The old movies were
right. She saw fireworks and heard bells chime. Ken laughed softly, his breath
warm across her face. He came back for a second kiss, longer than the first. It
stole her breath and put a fist-sized spark into the pit of her stomach.
Merry Christmas, indeed.
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